Her Vice

(8): Plastic Bag.

Walking in the club definitely made a change from how it was earlier this afternoon. The crowd was way larger and the girls were more skilled and fully nude. "You made it," I spun around to meet his wide grin and open arms.
"Yeah," I spoke softly.
"Getting shy on me?" He quirked an eyebrow while tapping my cheek.
"Nah, nah just..." I widen my eyes and glanced around tucking my lip between my teeth.
"You'll be good, chill. Hold ya head up and do you, baby, alright?" I nodded with a smile. "Lemme me introduce ya to some of the girls." Following behind him before coming down a narrow hall and pushing the curtain open. Walking into a room full of half naked girls getting ready and talking, the air full of Victoria Secret perfume and hairspray.
"Who's this?" A girl walked past, glancing me up and down. Not in a envious way, it actually came off as friendly. "She's pretty."
"Thank you!" I smiled widely.
"This is," he looked me over his eyes falling on my ass. "Peach." He chuckled to himself and running his hand over his full beard.
"Peach," she restated and looked at me. "Finally, a bit of color in here tired of all these white broads. I'm Lexx, double x, by the way." She giggled and adjusted the strap on her heels before walking out on stage.
"Well that's Lexx for ya, you'll like her." I nodded and his name was called. "Catch at ya later." I watched as he made his way out.

"Hm? Y'all fuck around or something," I turned my head to where the attitude was coming from. She was a petite white girl.

"It matter?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"It does. Ya know it won't ever be serious, right?"
"Who said I wanted it to be?" I chuckled before removing my trench coat and standing in the two piece I ran around to buy before I got here. Fixing up my fallen curls and applying a lipstick.
"That was Cocaine, don't worry about her. She's all talk. Been here since the beginning always thinking somebody owes her something," a frail, brunette girl shook her head. She was very thin besides the rack she was holding and her eyes probably had niggas lapping in here repeatedly. 
"Oh, I'm not worried. I can't waste my time putting weight in irrelevant bitches," I shrugged and winked.
"I'm Nolan," she smiled.
"Nice to meet you," I returned the smile. She seemed like such a good, quiet girl odd to see her in this type of setting. I didn't put much thought into it before my name was called on stage.
"You'll do great," Lexx said as I passed her.
"Hopefully."
"Just don't focus too much just let the beat guide you." I nodded vigorously before taking my stance on stage. Letting out a shaky sigh before doing a few pole tricks I've mastered and removing my clothes slowly as the money began being thrown on the stage. I kept what I was doing up, kneeling in front of a pretty boy. Grabbing his face and lowering my tits near him. Quickly getting him aroused. He pushed some singles in the front of my thong, clapping my ass loudly and feeling money all over my body. Once I made my way off stage a guy stuffed a plastic bag with all the money.

After a few lap dances and sneaking in a few drinks to end my tension, I was getting comfortable quickly. It was a successful first day. I could get used to this lifestyle.

Trinity lingerie in the multimedia. I know this was really short.