Tender, Goldie and Kat went on a shopping spree at the Galleria mall in downtown Philly. In and out of some of the trendiest fashion boutiques, the trio strolled in like the three musketeers, purchasing whatever their hearts desired.

Tender was now making close to fifteen hundred dollars a week—this was the kind of money every stripper could only hope for. She had never seen that type of money before. A fool with money was a terrible thing. She knew she had to be smart. So secretly, she opened up her own bank account as well as keeping a stash around the house.

Unlike so many strippers who had been dancing for months, even years, and had nothing to show for it, Tender had a plan—she was going to be an entrepreneur. She figured if she failed to plan, then she had better plan to fail. The clothes were an investment in herself. Clothes enhanced one’s looks and status. It increased one’s appeal and earning ability. It was simple, the better she looked, the more desirable she was. The more tricks/dates she could do, the more money she could make.

They spent thousands apiece on Gucci frames, Marc Jacobs and Kate Spade bags, Prada and Dolce & Gabana shoes and Frankie B jeans. You name it, they bought it. Since neither Goldie nor Tender knew too much about expensive clothes, being fly to them consisted of a tight pair of jeans, football or basketball jersey and a fitted hat. Kat acted as their fashion consultant though, approving or disapproving of their every purchase.

Personally, Kat would rather look like a million and not have a dollar in her pocket, than dress or live below her standards and have a ton of money in the bank. Luckily for her, she somehow managed to maintain a happy medium. She enjoyed the best of both worlds.

She didn’t like anybody copycatting her style. It was cool for her clique to buy the same designers she had, just as long as it was a different color or style. She didn’t want to be seen in the streets looking like the Bobbsey twins. That wasn’t cool in her book. But in the back of her mind she knew they wouldn’t be able to hook it up like her. She was teaching them everything they knew, not everything that she knew.

Tender spent about two thousand dollars that day alone and she didn’t even blink. The money was coming like that and there was more where that came from.

“Damn, Tender!” Kat exclaimed, as they ate dinner at the trendy Houston’s restaurant, “you gone be shittin’ on bitches. You got lotsa outfits. Fly shit too! …”

“I know, right!” Tender agreed. She took the compliment in stride. She was like a modern-day Cinderella.