FULL NAME: Aniyah Jean Nguyen
NICKNAME(S): Nene,
AGE: 34 | February 14th, 1988
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, She/her
FACE CLAIM: Karrueche Tran
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Black (Often seen wearing a blonde wig when working at the club, though)
HEIGHT: 5′1″
OCCUPATION: Stripper @ The Pink Pussycat
HOMETOWN: Atlanta, GA
NEIGHBORHOOD: Rosewood Hills
SECRET: She has a seventeen year old daughter from a teen pregnancy. She tends to keep this fact very close to the belt and few people know about her. She was adopted at birth.
Quick Facts:
She is Vietnamese and African-American, she speaks conversational Vietnamese.
She is from Atlanta but moved to Fallbrook when she was 11.
She’s been stripping at The Pink Pussycat off and on for 16 years.
Aniyah is a sugar baby and doesn’t hide the fact at all.
She has had affairs with married men and sees nothing wrong with it. She isn’t the one married, in her eyes.
She’s loud, outspoken and at times can be a little violent. She tries her best to reason with people before reacting these days though.
Her hair is black and it’s usually what she can be seen with, but she does wear a blonde wig when working at the strip club.
She’s lived in Fallbrook since she was 11. Her father was raised in Atlanta which is where he met her mother. Her mother was born and raised in Fallbrook.
She has a 17 year old daughter who lives in Williamsburg. She was put up for adoption shortly after birth and they’re in the process of reconnecting so sometimes she can be seen at Aniyah’s home but she only reveals this to very few people. She likes to keep her teen pregnancy a secret.
She dropped out of high school when she was 16, while pregnant but before she started showing signs of pregnancy.
For Aniyah, her family came together as somewhat of a Brady Bunch. Her father had two daughters already and her mother had three sons with her ex husband and high school sweetheart. By the time they met one another and decided to start a family, Phuc was 25 and Viola was 29. Divorce was incredibly unheard of in both of their families, let alone the children that Phuc had out of wedlock. They found solace in one another though, looking forward to building their families. Viola had a hair salon, specializing in styles and haircare for women of color and Phuc was flourishing in his career as a police officer. For the most part, they seemed to have a happy, healthy family life. But things wouldn’t always be easy for them, especially raising a child like Aniyah. She seemed like the perfect child for the first few years, but it quickly became evident that she was going to be a headache the older she got. The change happened around the time she was eleven and they decided to move to her mother’s hometown of Fallbrook from Atlanta. The change was maybe too drastic for her, either way, she hated it.
Teen years were where her parents began having regrets about even having another child together. She was thirteen, getting into fights at school and finding herself in trouble all the time. She had zero reason to, but she was stealing, getting into messes with the law and overall causing headaches for the family. It was when she was only sixteen that she tried to hide three positive pregnancy tests from her parents and they told her to leave their home. At that point, they had absolutely had enough of her shenanigans at that point. It hurt her, but she was going to have her baby. She dropped out of school, moved in with one of her closest friends and their family and quietly gave birth to her baby. Most of her classmates had no idea because she kept to herself after dropping out of school. Knowing she wasn’t ready to be a mother though, she put her baby up for adoption. This was an extremely tough decision at the start, but she and the father weren’t even on speaking terms and all she wanted was for her new baby girl to have a normal upbringing.
After giving birth, she worked a few odd jobs to make ends meet and pull her weight at her friends’ house, but she didn’t feel fulfilled, nor happy. She would go back to get her GED so that she could apply for community college at the least once she was of age to do so. Life was tough on her and her parents had cut her out in such a cold manner, she was really starting to see that maybe she was the problem after all. However, that didn’t push her to make any change in her behavior, instead she wanted to stand proudly in who she was. At the age of eighteen, she figured she would put herself through college and started stripping at the Pink Pussycat. At this point, she was already someone who was confident in her looks so it wasn’t difficult for her to be comfortable with the work she was doing. Garnering the attention of men for money came so easily to her, she was almost shocked by how well she was able to do it. Her life would be forever changed.
Many would think that after getting an Associates in Liberal Arts, she would possibly do something new with her life. But no, she was entirely too pleased with the life she was leading to make changes anytime soon. At this point, she was a proud sugar baby, sporting her extremely lavish lifestyle on social media and hiding nothing about it. Her power came in telling men what she wanted and suddenly, the money for it would be in her account the next day. Despite her lack of change, she finally reconnected with her mother and siblings in her twenties. It wasn’t the most beautiful reunion, especially when her mother saw how she was dressing and acting, but she didn’t truly care what her mother thought. She gave those rights up when she was sixteen.
Her biggest flex was purchasing a home in Rosewood Hills just down the street from her parents. She couldn’t wait to show it off to her family, and they praised her of course, but they knew that she made this money in ways they didn’t necessarily approve of. She didn’t care for their judgement though. Despite all of this, her relationship with her siblings improved in ways she didn’t realize she needed until it happened. They would move mountains to see her happy and even if stripping wouldn’t be the first idea of the job they wanted their baby sister to have, they just wanted to see her happy.
In her present life, she’s full of life and thriving. She and her father speak every now and again but they aren’t very close still, sadly. She’s reconnected with her daughter who is now seventeen via the adoptive parents. They are so vastly different that they often run into issues, but she understands that her daughter just doesn’t comprehend her lifestyle. She can still be found at The Pink Pussycat on most days, at one of the few gyms, or shopping at the mall.
Alicia had just gotten off a long day at work, and her two options were go home and watch Netflix with a bottle of wine or go to the bar and get a drink and attempt to meet some people, so she chose going out. Alicia glanced down at her phone as it rung again, groaning audibly as she rejected the call, stuffing it into her purse this time. “Sorry, where were we?” She smiled, her voice pleasant, flirtatious, her smile matching perfectly with a sweet innocence before she brought her drink to her lips, tongue swirling to find the straw.
...
Aniyah was enjoying a cocktail of her own, thinking about the changes she was making in her life. Maybe one day she could actually have a good relationship with her daughter and show her all of the things she’d been working on for her. Of course, she wouldn’t want to impose herself as the girl’s mother given she gave her up for adoption immediately seventeen years ago, but she would want to build some sort of relationship and the adoptive parents were so incredibly open to it. “Hmm?” she asked as the voice broke her attention, looking at the other woman as she searched for her straw with her tongue and nodding slowly. “I think I was telling you about hot cheeto cheesy fries?”
Brandon slipped an arm around her for their brief hug before standing back to allow her to come further into the apartment. He watched Aniyah slip out of the heels and grinned at their height difference. Brandon, being 5′11, was almost a foot taller than Aniyah. “I’ve been good. How ‘bout you?” Brandon asked her. He reached for the bag on her shoulder to carry him himself and shut the door to his place. He led the way into the his kitchen and placed the bag of groceries on the countertop. “What all did ya buy anyways, Ana? This bag’s pretty full.” Brandon jokingly teased her. The contents of the reusable bag started to slip out onto the counter. He glanced at the various items and took a sip of his beer. “Can I get ya somethin’ to drink?”
...
Aniyah may have been probably one of the smallest people in all of Fallbrook, but her larger than life personality often made up for that. “I’ve been... alright...” she answered with a smile, finally opening herself up to him instead of just saying she’s been doing well. For once, she was allowing that vulnerable side to come out a little. “I mean.. my dad seems to be talkin’ to me again but I don’t know for how long... but mama fully came around. She even got some nails from me at the fair..” and she was clearly incredibly happy about it, shown in the way a smile tugged at the corners of her glossed lips. “I got ya some chicken breasts, fettucine, onions, parsley, sea salt, pepper, olive oil, butter and white mushrooms...” she laughed a little, thinking about all that she’d gotten. “Mmm... got some rosé?”
Even in the few minutes that Celine had been sitting there, many men and customers had come up to the other woman and asked for her attention, lap dances, and so much more. Each time someone approached the woman, Celine politely looked away and had the hint of a smile on her lips. She was very popular. As the last one left, Celine looked over with a friendly smile before another one came up. “If you need to work, don’t worry about me. I don’t want to get in the way of anything you have to do.” She was here to wait for her roommate, not to pull a girl away from work or to distract her. But, she had to admit it would be nice to have someone wait with her to talk to.
There was a change in the other though as Celine explained what she was doing in the strip club. Though none of the dancers’ exposed bodies bothered her in the least, she didn’t show any interest in being a customer - no matter how beautiful some of them were and even she could admit to some attraction. “That’s right, we’re going to start down the street. If you wanted to join us if you get off soon, you’re welcome to.” Her roommate didn’t complain about anyone she worked with, at least not the other dancers, so she thought it was a safe bet. The bartender came over. “I’ll have an Apple Ciroc and soda water.” She said as her eyes scanned the bottles. “Are you allowed to drink on the clock?” She asked her new friend.
...
Aniyah was growing incredibly tired of the place. She had worked there for so long that all the money in the world wasn’t truly satisfying her and it was beginning to show in the way she interacted with the patrons. Some of them, she simply straight up ignored because she would rather them complain that she ignored them than complain that she’d gave them a mean left hook for getting on her nerves. “Girl, I don’t like these fuckin’ people. Half of ‘em married anyway and they’re here lookin’ at me when they need to be lookin’ at their wives.” she admitted, taking a seat next to the other.
She figured it wouldn’t hurt to have some drinks with this nice young lady, but she liked to keep her life separate from the dancers for the most part. There were a select few she’d become incredibly close to and she would do things like bowling with them, but she wasn’t too sure about drinking after work. “I do what I want here, if I’m bein’ honest.” she laughed a little, raising an eyebrow at the bartender. “Henney on the rocks, boo.” and she let out a soft sigh. “You seem like a real nice girl... I don’t know, I might go home n sleep after this, but you’re definitely real sweet.”
Having finally spoken to her mother about the trajectory of her life, Aniyah knew that some changes needed to be made if she wanted to find happiness at the end of the day. So, she’d started the process of leaving the strip club. She also had feelings she couldn’t fully explain, but she wanted to impress Brandon. She couldn’t put her finger on why. So, she dressed as professionally as she could with a form-fitting dress, her glasses on and her black hair slicked down. She took a deep breath to shake off the nerves and stepped into the tattoo parlor with her resume in hand, smiling softly. “I’m here to speak with Javier?” she spoke softly, letting out another shaky breath.
Sorting through the nails she had left, Melisa took advantage of the small break they had to go over what she had. “I’m running low on the rhinestone nails.” Melisa spoke, looking up at Aniyah as the woman was sitting back to enjoy a small breather herself. “Do you know if we have anymore?” Her first couple attempts that morning had been questionable at best, but Melisa was finally starting to feel like she was getting the hang of this nail business. Her own nails looked basic in comparison, and very short. Part of Melisa wondered why she had been chosen for this job.
...
Aniyah quickly took a peek over at Melisa and smiled, the girl had been such an incredible help since arriving to the booth. Sometimes she wondered if there was a secret love for nails she was harboring. “Yeah boo, I’ll grab ‘em from my car. I really ain’t expect ‘em to go out that fast.” she laughed a little and instead motioned for her friend to grab the nails from the car, eyeballing Melia’s nails with a tilt of her head. “You know... you should get a ‘lil glam by me.”
Brandon wasn’t quite sure why he agreed to allow Aniyah over to set up some meal prep options for him. The two had been talking about his diet and Brandon mentioned how he preferred eating out. The male basically had no choice when Aniyah said she would be over to show him some meal prep ideas. Honestly, he didn’t have the heart to say he knew little about cooking. Brandon tidied his apartment up a bit and decided to pop open a beer before his doorbell rang. Taking a sip while walking to the door, Brandon opened it to greet the woman. “Hey, Ana. Come on in.”
...
Aniyah always took health incredibly seriously, as well as money management. When Brandon had the audacity to mention he basically always ate out, she immediately decided she was going to prep some meals for him and teach him how to do so in the process. A reusable grocery bag on her shoulder and she was stepping into his apartment with a smile, immediately stepping in for a light hug. It was second nature for her to immediately slip out of her shoes when stepping into a house and that was exactly what she did with her pumps, now standing at her very small height of five-foot-one. “Hey, boo. You been good?” she asked with a tilt of her head, dimples on display with her smile.
Aniyah was truly enjoying the festival, glad that she’d ultimately decided to go apply for a booth rather than sitting the entire thing out as originally planned. Her cousin also helped brighten her day because he was always a good time to be around. “Heeey big head!” she called out from her seat at the booth, standing to her feet and going over to give him a good look. She wanted to make sure he was doing okay as always. Giving a little peek back to her friends helping her at the booth, she asked for a bottle of water and handed it to him. “You been good?”
Aniyah had actually been convinced by her little cousin to bring her nail art skills to the festival, otherwise she would have kept her head low and try to avoid her family at it. But there she was, with her little booth of press on nails set up, a pricelist and even an option for her to do a custom set right then and there. What she didn’t expect was for Brandon to arrive, though it was an incredibly pleasant surprise. “Ya know, if ya here, ya gotta get your nails done.. I do in fact make the rules.” she teased with a smile as she moved some stray strands of her hair from her face. Their banter was something enjoyable for her and it definitely helped that she was beginning to develop certain feelings for Brandon that she hadn’t felt for anyone since she’d gotten pregnant all that time ago.
“Please, call me Leanne. You aren’t a child anymore.” She waved her hand. “Oh. Good, I’m glad .” Leanne nodded sincerely. She was happy to see Aniyah following her true self. Leanne always embraced her kids differences and couldn’t imagine treating them differently even if she didn’t always agree with their life choices.. “How is your mother? I haven’t seen her lately.” Leanne was so tied up with her family she hardly had time to go to church. The fact she was here bowling was a miracle in its own right given what was happening at home. “So, what is it you and your friends do? They seem like a fun bunch.”
x
If she was being honest, Aniyah missed the normalcy that life brought when she was in contact with her family. Sure, it was incredibly empowering to dance but she had been doing it for years at this point. Hiding her real name from her co-workers wasn’t fun anymore, wearing that annoying ass blonde wig was frustrating. Her mother consistently told her how she wanted better for her, and that she wanted her to succeed in life. She felt like she was genuinely disappointing her. The life change she was preparing to make wasn’t to give her parents the rights to say ‘I Told You So’, instead it was to prove to herself that she could do more. She could be more. “Well... Ms. Rhodes- I mean Leanne... we dance..” and she was not about to say what kind of dance.
“Anything for you.” He smiled at her before laughing softly and shaking his head. “I don’t, so I guess I’ll watch.” Jeremy said and leaned against the counter then as she cooked. Normally, he was one to bring people over to his place and either cook or have something cooked for them as an attempt to impress, but he had gotten to know Aniyah for a bit and now let her do this for him. It was strange, but nice. He really just enjoyed the other’s company. “So, did you work today?”
It was a hard pillow to swallow for Aniyah. She had this man who was willing to do just about anything for her and yet, they had such a strict arrangement. On both ends, there were no serious feelings, but there were certain expectations. She needed him to be there for her when she called on him, and he filled certain voids with her presence. It was a fair trade off if she was asked. “Nah... I took today as a me day..” she wanted to crack a smile, but the wall she had put up was holding her back from doing so. Instead, she stepped over to the stove and pulled a few egg rolls from the grease, placing it onto the paper towel covered plate. “How was work with you today?”
Brandon found her silently watching him with a smile somewhat unusual, but the cop didn’t question her about it. At her words, Brandon tilted his head and lifted an eyebrow in wonder. “I don’t think I wanna know ‘bout that. Ya torture guys with ‘em?” He asked her in a joking manner. Brandon grinned at her tossing her hair in classic Aniyah fashion. He grabbed another fry, not bothering with a fork, and placed it into his mouth with pure bliss at the taste. “Ya know, they oughta put this on the menu. The Aniyah Special.” Brandon stated after he swallowed his food. He reached for his beer bottle and took the last swig of it, finishing his fourth beer. The tipsy state overtook his mind at that moment.
x
Aniyah was often open about her feelings with others. Not with Brandon, though. maybe it was because she wasn’t exactly sure what it was about him, or if she even liked him more than thinking his eyes are gorgeous. What she did know was that most Southern men weren’t trying to partner up with a stripper. So as always when she found herself staring at him for too long, she quickly broke her attention by focusing on the food in front of her, doing a little dance in her seat. “You really think so?” not many people had faith in her to do anything besides what she was already doing and Brandon encouraged her often. It contributed to the confusion she had around her feelings for him.
Finn had no idea what he had apparently walked into with the woman he knew as Aniyah but when she stepped closer and asked to be called soemthing different, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. He would do what she asked of course and it wasn’t like they were super close but still, his protective instinct was conflicted. Still, he knew she was tough and if she were in trouble, could handle herself. “Right. Sorry, I didn’t know. Kandi it is. Do you still want some help trying to bowl? I’m not an expert but my scores aren’t so bad so I can definitely help.”
x
Aniyah knew that Finn didn’t know any better, and it wasn’t like there weren’t a few girls from the club who knew her real name, but she tried her best to keep her dancing life separate from her personal life. It was the only way she could have some sort of peace in her mind. Just so he would know she wasn’t upset with him, she reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze with a tilt of her head. “It’s okay, boo.. no worries.” she then let go of his hand and hummed a little in thought. It had been a while since she’d seen him, but she wasn’t really sure how to talk about the past. She had disconnected so much from her high school years after dropping out. “I trust you... teach me.”
Luca wasn’t sure if he was explaining this right. He wasn’t the best when it came to explaining things to other. He was much better with his numbers than he was his words. “So for example if you are right handed there is a good change the ball might go slightly more to the left than you planned, just because of the angle of your wrist when throwing.” He added, as it was something he’d noticed himself. “So you need to account for that and be careful to line up your throw correctly.”
x
Aniyah nodded her head as if she wad fully understanding what he was suggesting she do. Why did she even ask for help if she was just going to stare at the man like he had fourteen heads? Her long nails ran through the ends of her hair as she finally closed her mouth, having realized it was hanging open as she tried to mentally digest the tips Luca was giving. “Imma try that.. thank you!” she chimed cheerfully with a wide smile, giving him a thumbs up.
Brandon eagerly awaited and watched like a child as Aniyah crushed the Cheetos in their bag with the glass. When she sprinkled the Cheeto dust onto their fries, Brandon licked his lips at the idea of how they will taste. When she poked his nose, he leaned back a little and made a face at her. “Watch it with them things, ya gonna cut my pretty face.” He jokingly teased her with a grin before he grabbed a fry coated in cheese and Hot Cheeto dust. “Here goes nothin’.” Brandon muttered before plotting the fry into his mouth, chewing and allowing the flavors to settle over his taste buds. After swallowing, Brandon looked at Aniyah with shock. “Holy fuck, Aniyah. That’s fuckin’ good!” He hollered out and eagerly grabbed another fry to eat.
Aniyah smiled at Brandon for a while there, completely observing his behaviors and drinking it in like evaporated champagne. In ways she couldn’t explain, he was being so incredibly precious with every little action and reaction he had. “You think that’s bad, just imagine the damage they do to a man’s back.” Her lips poked out as she pointed at him, followed by a soft laugh, tossing her hair behind her shoulders. “You damn right it’s good, I know what I’m talkin’ about!” She went ahead and took a fork to get some of the fries with it, popping it into her mouth and chewing happily.
“Ohh, honey work it! If I was thirty years younger I’d be wearing that too.” Leanne went from admiring her nails to her outfit. “Where do you get them done?” Leanne could never pull off long nails but maybe she’d get fun colors for summer. “Wait.. no! Little Aniyah??” She would have never pegged this woman to be the sassy little girl who olivia brought him to spend the night. She was a handful back then, but a sweetheart. Leanne still saw her mom and dad from time to time but hadn’t seen her in years. Once she heard the name though it clicked. “My god, It’s crazy to think your all grown up now! How have you been??”
x
Her own mother didn’t make her feel comfortable in the clothing choices she made, but there Leanne was, giving her the confidence boost she often needed from an older woman in her life. Her mother especially hated the long nails she chose to wear and it honestly hurt Aniyah’s feelings, but she would never admit to that. “That’s me, Mrs. Rhodes..” she informed her with the shyest of smiles, probably ever so odd for her to be sporting given the personality she had been exuding just moments ago. “I been alright...” but really she hadn’t, she missed her family tot he core. But she wasn’t about to tell Leanne that.
The Pink Pussycat was not one of Celine’s usual spots in town, but she didn’t feel awkward as she walked in the club. As a woman in a bar mostly populated by male patrons, she seemed completely overdressed in what was otherwise a cute outfit to wear out to the bars. But Celine was on a mission and she didn’t mind waiting here while her roommate finished up her shift since the bar they were going to tonight was just down the block. The music was loud and thumping as she entered the club and tried to strain her eyes through the low lights looking for the familiar head of her roommate. Not seeing her, she made for the bar and settled on one of the stools.
The voice came over the music, but she turned when she didn’t recognize it. Her eyes took in the revealing lingerie, the delicate butterflies over her breasts, and the many, many, many straps criss crossing her body. Politely she tried to turn her gaze up to the beautiful women’s face. “No, I’m waiting for my roommate.” Celine offered with a friendly smile. She gave the name of her roommate and asked if she had seen her around at all. “But I think she’s either changing or busy, so I thought I’d just get a drink while I waited for her.” She explained.
x
Aniyah was admittedly one of the more popular dancers at the club, being touted as exotic, a word that she absolutely hated when hearing it used to describe herself, but work was work after all. While she was trying to make conversation with this very sweet woman, she had patrons attempting to get her attention, asking for private dances, so on and so forth, but she would reject them all with a smile. This was where her gentle personality would shine through, because no matter how many people she had to ask to leave her be as she was currently having a conversation, she remained just as sweet to each person, down to the very last.
The explanation of why she was there made far more sense to Aniyah than any reason she had been cooking up in her own head the past few moments. With a relieved smile, she peeked over at the bartender before looking back to Celine. “Well she’ll be out soon... she told me she was going out with her roomie tonight. What are you drinking, lovely?”
