Life

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I was doing my thing, giving a dance to my favorite customer. I never had to worry about him complaining or being rude. We always had nice conversation while I danced on him.  He always gave me more money than anything. Sometimes I wonder what he was doing in a strip club. The man has more money than you can count in all of the strippers bank accounts. He is the smart nerdy type who builds new technology.

At first it was weird seeing somebody like him in the club but you learn to get used to it. He would always hit me with some fancy ass words I didn't know how to pronounce. To be honest I could use him as a math tutor but I wouldn't dare let him know where I live. Some of the men in here are stalker crazy.

I continued to dance on the man and he started to make strange noises. After a minute I realized he was groaning and I could feel his dick poking my puss. I pushed myself up closer to his knees to stop from having a horny moment. I couldn't even think about doing that to Gerald. Stepping out on him would be just wrong and it would end bad.

Once our time was over with. He gave me the money and I went to the bar to get a drink. I sat down waiting for him to finish with the other customer. I was talking to Kim and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see one of the other bottle girls.

"Wassup Sasha."

"Some guy is requesting a private from you in the Rome room. Says he'll pay top dollar." She handed me a paper and I read what was on it

This Nigga whoever he is wants a private dance from me. He must be tripping. People only do private when they wanna fuck. I think I will pass. I gave her back the paper and told her I'll pass.

"You sure girl. I mean he tryna pay you."

"I don't have sex with other men but my man and private room is where they happen. These niggas should be lucky I'm even dancing on them."

"I understand girl. You not tryna get caught up. Well you don't mind if I tackle him? I been dick deprived god too long and if he look good I might slide down his pole."

"Girl you know you a real freak but go head and get that dick sis."

I turned back around and Got my drink from Kim. If I wanted to go home with a good amount I need a little liquor in me to get me hype. I downed the drink and walked off to find someone available. I spotted someone and he waved me over. I couldn't see his face because he had on a hat and shades. I walked over to him and a gallon of smoke had blew in my face.

The music turned to something slow and it had me feeling a type of way. I danced in front of the man for a minute before sitting on his lap and grinding on him. At this point I was beginning to feel the music too much. I felt the man's hands on my waist and he started rubbing up and down. When the song stopped and a faster song came on and I removed his hands. He slid the money in my pants and asked for another dance.

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When I got home I took off my clothes and put them in the washing machine along with the outfit I had on tonight. The house is quiet so that means that Gerald is sleep and he sleeps hard. I took a shower and put on some night lotion. I got back in the room and turned on the fan. It's a sweat box in here. I quietly got in the bed and out my phone on the charger.

"So who that Nigga you was dancing in tonight?"

Here we go with this again. He does this every night. He gets mad because I dance on man for money but he wants me to use my money to pay to to stay here. I gotta find an apartment and get gone. If I try to leave he'll take back the car he bought me. I honestly wanna keep that car. That's my only means on transportation. Gerald doesn't take me anywhere unless it's to show me off and brag on how he got me.

"Who Gerald? I danced for a lot of people tonight."

"Man stop playing with me. You think I don't know you was all on that Nigga showing him yo fucking coochie and shit. I swear you be you on some hoe shit."

"Wow Gerald. You know I ain't no hoe. That's disrespectful."

"Shut the Fuck up bitch. You disrespectful for dancing on the Nigga."

At this point I was done with the bull. I got out the bed and went to the drawer and started putting on clothes. He really got he messed up. Before I could even make it to the door he yanked me by my hair and I was on the ground trying to block his hits. Eventually I started to see dark and my eyes clothes.