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    Covered: A Cautionary Tale Episode 1: Covered series, #1
    Covered: A Cautionary Tale Episode 1: Covered series, #1
    Covered: A Cautionary Tale Episode 1: Covered series, #1
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    Covered: A Cautionary Tale Episode 1: Covered series, #1

    By Sasha Robinson

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    Bria is a single mother who has finally gained the strength to take care of her child on her own, but when she loses her only source of income she finds herself in a bind. When she runs into her high school best friends Cory and Genesis they introduce her to their hustle, premier exotic dancers at Shakers Gentlemen's club. Bria transforms from her shy, docile self to brassy, and bold Acapella with every time she graces the stage. 

     

    She quickly finds an entirely new circle of friends within the business. Light skinned bombshell Blaze teaches her what she needs to know to get paid. She  finds love in Harlem, an intelligent dope boy that does all the right things, but beneath his facade is a hurt that quickly turns into rage. 

     

    Her new found cockiness and irresponsible behavior land her in some legal trouble that cause her to get deeper into the game, and in the end it may cost her her life. She was always raised to know the right way from the wrong way but will she remember? 

     

    Welcome to the Covered Series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSasha Robinson
    Release dateSep 2, 2020
    ISBN9781393131847
    Covered: A Cautionary Tale Episode 1: Covered series, #1

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      Covered - Sasha Robinson

      Covered

      The traffic moved swiftly on the Kennedy street bridge as I admired the view from the 14th floor of the luxurious downtown skyrise. This building always looked beautiful when I passed it by on my way to work, but I never thought I’d be able to afford to come on the inside.  I picked up the steamy espresso from Starbucks and inhaled the sweet aroma. While out and about I ran into my longtime friend R.K. I had moved from my hometown of Alden to Louisville to forget all about my past, and I hadn’t planned on running into anyone I knew, but honestly, I was glad I had. My time in this new city had not been pleasant, and I was homesick within 3 months of being here. R.K was one of the few people I could confide in. I like to keep my circle small, and given where I met him, he turned out to be very trustworthy.    He told me he was in Louisville visiting some family and working with some recording artist. He always said he was going to make it out of Alden, and he did. He spread his wings from working as a DJ in clubs and moved onto making beats. From there he worked with some of the top artists in the R and B and contemporary gospel industry, and from what I saw on social media, the sky was the limit for him.

      Just as I was about to pick up my phone and check on his location, he walked into the door, all smiles as usual, and looking just as dapper as he wanted to. He wore a black blazer that accentuated his shoulders and well-formed biceps. He had pumped up from the 160-pound version of himself that I had met back in 2009, and his low fade had been replaced with long dreads that were pulled back into a loose ponytail.

      Hey beautiful. He said walking over to the table and sitting down his coffee. He leaned and gave me a hug before taking his seat. I shook my head. If R.K would've looked this good back then, I might've just taken him up on the offer to date, but everything happens for a reason.

      How are you? I said returning his embrace.

      I'm doing good. Glad you could make it. He said settling in.

      I couldn't turn you down.

      He rolled his eyes and laughed. You always did before.

      I laughed and budged him playfully. Quit bringing' up old stuff.

      Well, you know. I told you I was gonna make it, didn't I?

      Yeah you did.

      Well, I see you read the email. You look nice. He said extending his hands.

      I looked down at my white button-down shirt and jeans with brown wedges.

      Yeah. I threw a little something together.

      He looked down at his watch. Well, I have this studio all day. So, you have plenty of time to tell your story in great detail. Did I ever tell you about the name of the documentary?

      I sipped my coffee and shook my head. No, you didn't.

      He leaned forward and adjusted himself in the seat. It's called Covered.

      Covered? That sounds good. I like it.

      He put his finger up. There's a reason why I'm calling it that. It's a documentary about women who are now Christians who made it out of the adult entertainment business.

      Which is why you asked me.

      Exactly.

      Oh OK.

      Now, here's what I want to tell you though. The purpose of this video is to deliver all women. It's for a generalized audience. So, feel free to be raw and uncut.

      Raw and uncut? For real? I asked.

      Your story is going to be included with 7 other women ranging from strippers, to prostitutes, to porn stars. So, this is what I tell them. You weren't super saved when you were in the club, in front of the camera, or whatever it is you were doing, and the women we are ministering to aren't either. You have to be able to communicate on their terms. That is how we will reach them.

      I nodded. I got it.

      I looked around.

      What's that funny look? he asked.

      I rubbed my hands together. Man, I'm nervous.

      You? Noooo. He said giggling.

      I'm serious R.K. I hadn't planned on sharing this story.

      Somebody needs to hear it though Bria. God bought you out, untouched. You owe him to tell it.

      I shrugged. I guess you're right.

      Just be real. We can stop when you need to stop, whatever makes you comfortable. He said rubbing my shoulder.

      I let out a deep sigh. Let's do it. I replied.

      He smiled brightly. Alright. Go ahead and have a seat in front of the camera. He motioned toward the director's chair sitting in front of a gray back drop.

      I walked over and sat in the seat. I made myself comfortable as R.K. adjusted the lighting and the backdrop. After about 5 minutes, he moved a chair over to sit behind the camera.

      You ready? he asked once more.

      Ready as I'll ever be. I replied.

      I'm going to ask you your name, and then you can just tell the audience what you did, how long, and why you started. Be intentional.

      Whew. OK. I said rubbing my sweaty palms on my thighs.

      Here we go.

      He hit a button on the camera and pointed at me when he was ready for me to speak.

      My name is Bria. My stage name was Acapella. I was an exotic dancer for a year and a half. I started when I was 21. I didn't get into the adult entertainment business because I was molested, abused, or any other cliché' reason that you hear. I just wanted to be free. Free to do what I wanted to do, free to be whoever I wanted to be, free to make as much money as I wanted to. No ceilings. But sometimes freedom isn’t free. And I found this out the hard way....this is my story.

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      Here We Go Again

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      Man, I'm getting' real tired of this. I heard Jordan say in the living room. I rolled my eyes in the mirror and grabbed my toothbrush from the holder.

      Here we go again. I thought to myself.

      Jordan always done the bulk of his complaining right before I went to work. Maybe because he hadn't had a job in 8 months and counting. He wasn't the only one tired.

      Jordan came huffing, puffing and stomping through the room and snatched the keys off the dresser.

      Where are you going? I asked poking my head out the door.

      Jordan turned around. Uh, I'm going' to the store because Cadence went in her draws again, and we don't have any more pull ups.

      I told him the last time we got pull ups would be the last time. Cadence was two and she needed to be communicating when she needed to go to the bathroom. But in order to do this she would have to be taught. I told him until I was blue in the face this needed to happen.

      I told you. She don't need no pull ups. She needs to be taken to the bathroom. How will she ever learn if we don't teach her?

      You know, its funny how you talk about 'We' when I'm the only one here doing it. Ain't you supposed to pull another double tonight?

      Yes I am. I squeezed toothpaste onto the brush.  Somebody gotta do it. I mumbled.

      Jordan pivoted back and walked towards me with his ear inclined. What you say? he asked.

      I looked up at the ceiling, and back at him. It was hard to believe that at one time I was head over heels in love with this man. He did look good today. He had just had one of his boys’ line him up, his goatee looked clean just like it did the day I met him. He looked fresh with a Steelers throwback, black Dickies, and black and gold J's. If I didn't know any better, I'd be willing to bet my last paycheck he was all dressed up to have another woman in my house while I was gone. It would be a check well spent too, because for a dollar and a peace of mind, she could have him. Yes. As far as I was concerned, he was a complete waste of air and a social security number, since my credit got most of what we had. I shook my head in disgust.

      Nothing. I didn't say anything. 

      "No, you said something. Is this bout to turn into an argument about me getting' a job? Cause' you know I've

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