Lap Dance Page #2

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You were in junior high

when your mother got sick.

I was the one there,

helping your dad

make all the hard decisions.

In his first bout

with cancer,

I was the one that was

cleaning bedpans

and helping raise you.

So don't come around here

spending money you know

you don't have,

like you're the only one

that gives a damn.

Look...

sweetie.

You've got Kevin

to think of too.

I mean, he has put

his entire life on hold

to stay in Tallahassee

so that you can finish school.

And he is doing it again.

For you and your father.

That is a good man.

As hard as you're fighting

for your father,

you need to protect

your relationship too.

Monica Moore?

Tasha?

Yes.

Hi.

Hey.

Mwah. Oh!

You look amazing.

I hardly recognize you.

I mean, I'd ask how you are,

but obviously you're doing well.

I am.

Okay, so tell me,

what is new

with HSPDAs favourite

Ophelia, huh?

You still at FSU?

I was.

I just graduated.

Big part?

Oh, this.

My fianc, Kevin,

he... It's one of his scripts.

He's a screenwriter.

Cool. The dynamic duo

or something?

Okay, so why y'all

in Houston?

Ah, ah, ah, ah. Monica.

Stop talking.

Get back to work.

You work here?

Mani or pedi?

This ain't right.

Come on, tell me, girl.

What's going on?

Dad's sick.

Kevin and I actually thought

we were on our way to L.A.

and just passing through.

Oh, my... He's been sick

since high school, huh?

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

I mean, you know,

it's a rough time for sure.

There aren't many gigs

in Houston

for a highly educated actress.

I mean, Aunt Billie

got me this job here,

but it barely scratches

the surface of Daddy's bills.

You ever thought

about dancing?

I've been working

over at Hidden Treasures

for a while now.

I could talk to my boss

for you.

Uh, I don't know that Kevin

would ever let me strip.

Why not? Y'all can make

quick money?

Take care of you

and your dad's medical bills.

I don't know.

It sounds kind of dirty,

showing my vajayjay

to a bunch of perverts.

No offence.

Your vajayjay.

It's a topless bar only, okay?

The clientele,

they're not some hood rats.

They're businessmen.

They're executives.

Contractors.

Seriously,

it pays the bills.

Takes care of my rent,

my tuition.

Fills my refrigerator.

Doesn't even include

the perks.

Whatever.

It's not for everyone.

Think about it.

Okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

See you, girl!

Girl, see what

hard work does?

Pays off well.

Hard work, good tips.

What am I thinking?

Monica.

Sh*t.

Monica Moore.

Hey, girl.

Hey!

Hi.

What's going on?

Change your mind?

No, I stopped by

to return the tip.

It was too much.

Come on,

it's not pity money.

Just helping

a girlfriend out.

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