City Traffic. Iesha Renee
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college friend’s birthday party where someone hired a stripper. All she did was play music and dance with everyone while she took of her clothes a little at a time for a couple songs. On the last song she did a lap dance for the birthday boy then collected her fee. Plus she got the money on the dance floor and left with a bunch of money so the choice was really making its self.
“Thanks again for hooking me up like this. I really appreciate it. I just wish I could thank you better.”
“Don’t even trip. Like I told you I’m glad to be adding a little more flava to this place. Oh did I mention the club charges thirty dollars a night to dance?”
“No, I guess you forgot that part too.”
“I’m also charging you twenty percent of your total nightly earnings for a month. It’s my finders fee.”
“Well damn, do I get paid?” I said, annoyed at how I still couldn’t walk away. She reached out to grab my hand. “Don’t worry it never stops raining here.” She sounded reassuring and sarcastic. “So is there anything else you want to know before Cisco gets here?” She was still holding my hand and I was starting to pick up a vibe. “Well it’s a lot more on the line than I thought so I’m going to need all the help. If I have to make money for you, you should spend more than ten minuets trying to teach me. I don't know the first thing about giving a lap dance.”
“You’re right, you do need a lot of practice. We can do a privet tutorial at my place later if you want to. When it comes to a lap dance.” She took my hand. “Come here.” She said, leading me to a table and sat me in a chair. “When it comes to giving a lap dance keep it slow and sexy. She went behind me and reached around to run her hand down the front of my body. Her breast were pressed against my neck and back. The skin on her cleavage was warm soft and smooth. She even smelled sexy. She whispered in my ear. “You are always in control.” Her body heat was warming me and her touch sent tingles through my body like an electric wave. She was radiating sex and it was bringing back some old curiosities. I was getting turned on when she danced in front of me. She put her hands on each of my shoulders. It looked like she was about to lean in for a kiss. Or something even sexier no doubt but she was interrupted.
A door slammed on the other side of the room. A tall slim figure ascended a ramp leading to the stage.
“Sup girl what you doing here so early, who’s this?” He asked waving a hand in my direction.
“Hey Cisco, she's here for a try out. I told her she could dance for you.”
“Oh yeah boss? He asked with a raised eyebrow. How you gon’ volunteer my time? I don’t work for you nigga.” Cisco didn’t wait for a reply. He walked around Rebecca and made his way to me. Still standing on the stage playing with the pole. I quickly did my best to get into character. I did a slow dip with my legs open, arms ups and my back against the pole while licking my lips and holding his eye contact.
“Aye you kinda cute, show me what else you got” He said with a mischievous grin. I could already tell he was childish. I gave him a peep show anyway. At that moment I wanted to impress him, but not just that. I wanted him to want me. I wanted to force him to suppress a primal urge to ravish me. In that moment I wanted it all. It was suddenly about money and glory. In that moment some switch got flipped and I didn’t know who I was anymore. Because of that, I could be anyone. So I became who I needed to be, Cherry. A sex on a stick, get it how I live vixen. After I danced for Cisco he told me to start the same night. I spent the whole day watching everyone from the kitchen to the dressing room. There were ten other dancers. All different shades of white. All small and smaller asses. Even the boobs were small or fake. It looked like someone pulled those girls out of a forever 21 stripper stage-wear magazine. All night there were always a few girls on laps or dancing on tables while the others were go-go dancing with the poles. I sat back in somewhat of a daze and somewhat on ten. About an hour before my stage time I headed back to the dressing room to get ready for my shift. I remember walking past a door that wasn't fully closed. With just a quick glance I saw into the room. There were four men sitting at a table counting money. A fifth guy walked over to the door and closed it as I was walking by. I thought it was a little odd to have a money room in a strip club. My first thought was drugs. They were running dope out of the club. I couldn’t afford morals at the time and I have to admit it was a little liberating to not care.
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