Best way to describe the story, it's a classic love story from my collection, not intense, less violent, but more emotional and....subtle. The interesting story of Hennessy; her stage name as an exotic dancer. Henrietta, a 24 year old young lady tha...
Shaving my face, leaving the moustache. Patting the alcohol base product over my cheeks, the stinging sensation lingering on my cheeks. A towel wrapped around my waist before making my way to the closet. Grabbing the suit bag, going for a simple navy Armani suit, pairing it with a black turtleneck. Grabbing the black Salvatore Ferragamo belt, and black Christian Louboughtin dress shoes. Staring at myself through the mirror, looking sharp as always. Making my way to my watch drawer I go for the silver Rolex, before lightly going in with Tom Ford on my neck and wrists.
~Hennessy Seated on the makeup chair, the management hired makeup artist for the premier, and provided the outfits as well. Starting into the mirror as the lady finished off with my lip. The makeup more simple and classy, my nude lip bringing life to it. I definitely look different, at first I wasn't sure about the the bob, but it's growing on me. Most of my life I liked the long weaves, but this time they insisted on a classic Bob with a side part. "You all done, you just perfect" the woman says in awe making me give her a soft smile, "thank you" I whisper. Getting up from my chair before taking off the robe. Revealing the black lingerie.
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Leaving very little to one's imagination. The black garment a strapped one piece, the breast in a fishnet, my nipples covered in dark tape. The bottom being a thong with strapped sides, exposing my cheeks. Pairing the look with black platforms. I've always been a stripper but this is definitely different from my usual style, the environment is different; I feel different. The Atmosphere, the surroundings alone have a different tint to it.
~Damien Walking into the mansion, immediately coming into view with the guys. "Finally made it!" Darnell says proudly walking towards me making me chuckle, giving him a brotherly handshake, "wouldn't miss it for the world!" I laugh. "Good, we were just about to head out" he says leading me to the bar. Bryson handing me a tequila shot, "now, we are here today to support the man himself" he says proudly, "congratulations brother and to many more!" He says proudly as we raised our glasses before gulping down the burning liquor. "Now let's go see some ass!" He says proudly as we chuckled.
Getting out the house we are met with a line of Rolls Royce, "what you think, we weren't going to roll in style" Darnell asks proudly making the guys chuckle, making our way to the cars. The drive filled with conversation and more drinking.
Arriving at the venue, paparazzi surround the area, flashing lights, a red carpet and a large crowd. Following behind him as cameras flashed before them. Their names being called in each direction. "Damien!!" Making my way to one of of the reporters, "Damn brother you giving me a run for My money!" The journalist says making the both of us laugh, "ey, if you can plug me with them shoes, I'm good" I say making him laugh. "Now we all know your friendship with Darnell goes way back, how do you feel about this accomplishment" he asks, "uhm; firstly I can safely say he's become my brother, and throughout the years I've known him he has achieved nothing but excellence, so I expect nothing less from him. I'm extremely proud of him and hope he continues inspiring the young black brothers in the streets, and proving that one can be whatever they aspire to be" I say honestly. "I couldn't agree more, now we all know that you are off the market, if you don't mind us asking where is Mrs Carter today and how does she feel about the scene?" He asks, chuckling at his words, "unfortunately my beautiful wife is out of town for work, she would have actually loved to make it but overall I'm here to support my friend and have no eyes for no other woman but Aria Rivers Carter" I smile making him smile. "Well, let me not waste any more of your time, enjoy your night" he says as I walked off. Guided inside the club, music playing on full blast, "Damn I ain't never seen so much booty in all my life" Chris says stunned making us chuckle as we are lead to the VIP area. Giving us a clear view of all the dancers, getting closer to our table I notice the dancers surrounding our area as well. Moving her body to the music, our table filled with the most expensive bottles. I'm not exactly a fan of strip clubs, or clubbing but this place isn't just about ass and tits all over the place but it also gave that normal club setting. One could actually enjoy themselves without having anyone on your dick without you asking. Having a few artist performance, further hyping the place up. Puffing my cigar in and out.
~Hennessy~ Getting placed in the large individual cages. "Alright ladies, you up in 2 minutes! Break a leg!" The lady we know as Patra says. I may have been a dancer but following routine has never been my thing, thus the nerves. The choreography definitely is sexy and giving everything. The whole point of it is to give people the full experience by basically showcasing the quality of of women, but still in a classy way. Listening to now the brief silence. The deep voice booms in the place. "Now! Who is ready to get the exclusive experience! With our exclusive queens!" The man says as the crowd got riled up, "COME ON I NEED MORE ENERGY THAN THAT!" He yells as the crowd got even more riled up. Twerk by City Girls boomed, the cages slowly ascending down, the place going crazy, smoke around the stage. The cages opening up immediately our hands on the poles as the twerking began, climbing the pole as my butt was on full display as I went higher, grinding against it, before hanging upside down, slowing gliding down and falling into a spilt position. WAP booms making me eyes widen, it's your time Henny, I breathe,
~Damien Still wide eyed from the performance, everyone's eyes glued to the stage, but not mine. Instead, mine have never left Henrietta since I recognised her, even with the Bob she looks gorgeous. Getting in the in the middle as the crowd went wild, unable to help myself my eyes wonder down her legs, her hips, her waist. My eyes following her every move, a hint of guilt looming over me as I feel myself harden at the sight of her. Her face seductive, her eyes fierce, grinding herself down the floor as dollar bills rained uncontrollably. The crowd throwing stacks and stacks of money her way. The place is officially raining bills, her face alone could make any man cum. Fuck Damien! That's what we do now... "I think I wanna fucken marry her!" Darnell yells making me chuckle. "What, you don't find her sexy?" He asks, "that's your worker, and I'm a married man" I say raising my hand in surrender making him chuckle...