The Heart of Dominance

At the tender age of five, a boy can be seen sitting in a chair. He swings his legs as he looks around with blank eyes. His mother is in a chair right across from him.

She seems to be in her early twenties and is wearing something that nobody would think is appropriate for the current situation at hand. What is this situation?

Court, this mother, and her child are in court. She wears a stained grey sweatsuit. Looking at his mother, he asks her a question.

"Mom, why can't I go live with dad? He said he would pay for everything I would need for school?" The young boy asks his mother with pure blue eyes.

"Be quiet, boy I don't want you to call him dad or even mention him around me, and for a reason... it's because I love you so much, and I want you by my side."

She pinches his cheeks while wrinkling her nose at him. Meanwhile, a short older woman wearing pink-rimmed glasses and a black cloak suit walks out into the open.

Sitting down, she sighs opens up a laptop, and pulls some papers out from a drawer.

"Miss. Johnson, Am I correct?" The judge asks.

"Yes, that is correct." The mother looks at her son and then back at the judge, with what seems to be eyes full of compassion.

She pulls down her glasses and looks over them at her."This woman is a mess, but she said the father is not around, and I have heard nothing from him either." She thinks as she starts to speak. "So, you want full custody, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do," The woman smiles at the judge, her teeth a bright white a stark contrast to her clothes.

"Oh? and what do you do for a living? Can you properly raise a child?"

"Yes, I am competent to do so, I am a dancer at the club Dancing Stars, and I make good money there."

"You're a stripper, am I, right?" The judge asks with a smirk.

The woman rolls her eyes at the judge. "I prefer the term Exotic Dancer, but yes, I am."

Sighing, the judge looks at the little boy, unaware of what transpires. She looks over the files as she lets her eyes drift away from the boy.

"I don't have any other choices." She thinks as she looks up at the young woman and her son."Alright, I will give you complete custody, do not let me down, and raise that child the right way, you can do that right?"

Nodding her head, the young woman picks up the boy. "Yes, I can, he is my pride and joy, and I will never even let him out of my sight." The woman smiles brightly.

After some paperwork and some things were sorted through, the woman left with her child and brought him to a brand-new mustang."

"Mommy, where are we going now?" The boy asks with happy eyes.

"Mommy has to work, so we are going to the business that mommy works for." Smiling at her son she focuses back on the road.

"Okay, mommy."

Soon the car speeded off. Along the ride, the boy was playing with one of his few toys when he heard a ringing, he looked up, and his mom pulled out her phone and pressed it to the side of her head.

"Yes? Yup, I will be home tonight. Yes, the back door will be open. Just slip in." She hangs up the phone and looks back at her kid, that was looking at her.

"It's nothing, honey, just a friend from work that will be coming over tonight."

"Okay," Says the boy as they pull into the club parking lot.

Holding her kid's hand, she pulls him straight into the club, where loud music is pumping. And takes him straight into the back of the club.

"Hiiii melissa" A woman greets the boys' mother.

"Hi, Shelly."

"I see you brought your little mouse with you." Shelly snorts at the young boy.

"Melissa grimaces at the boy holding her hand. "Yeah, I had no choice."

"Well, leave him back here. We have a lot of hours to put in after all."

"Your right. I will do that, I'll move my ass. See you upfront." Shelly walks away and blows a couple of kisses to some men staring at her from across the club.

Shelly bends down and looks at the boy."DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING." She says with excessive punctuation.

"Okay, mommy, I already know not to." The boy winces.

"Don't talk back. You always manage to cause me trouble anyway." She huffed as she left the boy standing there with one of his toys.

He walked himself over into a corner and played with his favorite toy, it was a replica of a giant cannon that the boy imagined operating. Hours passed, and the boy had long since fallen asleep on a mound of fur coats.

After what seemed like an entire year to the boy, he was woken up by his mother that looked very angry.

"What did I say about touching stuff?" She said as she slapped his hand angrily.

"I was just tired, mommy."

"I don't care what you were. You need to listen to me, whatever I say no matter what, do you understand?"

"Yes, mommy, I'm sorry." Traces of tears started to form in his eyes but he quickly rubbed them off. He already knew tears wouldn't help him with his angry mom.

The young woman picked the kid up and started walking out of the club with him.

"Yooo melissa, when can I come over next?" A rich-looking man wearing all Dior while wearing iced-out chains around his neck asks the mother.

"Heyyy baby, not too long, maybe in a week?" The mom looks over at her kid and looks like she changed her mind about something." She says. "Actually, tomorrow would work."

The man nods and walks away laughing with his friends. "She totally wants all of this." His friends chuckling, just walked right next to him and sat down in the VIP area.

The mom then walks out of the club with a smile plastered on her face. "Come on, brat, let's go." The young woman beckons. They get in the car and start to drive off.