Her Obsession

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ANYA MARIE RICHARDS
CHICAGO, IL
THE FACTORY ADULT CLUB
Friday, May 11•12:56am

🔆"Imma need you to text my phone when you make it in so we can make an official date." I said in her ear. She reached up and grabbed me by my neck and responded.

The club was packed tonight. We had about 10 sections with birthdays and events. A section was celebrating and divorce from her husband and another celebrated a graduation. Nonetheless, this shit was lit up and I was gon make hella money tonight.

Before I came in tonight, I texted D to let him know I wasn't gon make it tonight due to 'family issues'. I always lied about my reputation because It always ruined my chances of finding a good nigga. Since Tuesday, we've been talking and FaceTiming often. I'm not gon lie, he was a vibe and very mature about a lot of shit. He handles his business very well and efficiently, real mature activity. I fuck with it.

I gathered all my items from my locker as I prepared to get on the floor. I had about an hour to prepare myself so I took a quick shower since I'd been running errands earlier today. Once I got out, I lotioned down and sprayed myself with body glitter and my Gucci perfume. I applied deodorant and began to put on my outfit.

Tonight's theme for me was 'A Wild Rodeo'. I put on a brown and white cow printed bralette that exposed my pierced nipples and pulled my matching thong up my thighs. I had sparkly white fishnets that stopped right under the cusps of my ass cheeks. I also had white, silver and brown fringed arm sleeves. No cocky shit, I looked good as fuck... but that's every night.

"Damn bitch, If I was a nigga, I ah fuck." Resha said slapping my ass walking pass. I shy'd away and smirked a bit.

"Right, cus you'll fuck anything FREAK BITCH." I joked back.

"Let a nigga pay, I'm busting this pussy opennnn!" Resha laughed out causing the locker room to burst out in laughter as well. It was actually rare that you come across a good team of strippers in one area. Befriending bitches never was my strong suit cus they always on some hating ass shit. Thankfully, we all get along here and everybody handles their business and gets the fuck on. Tuh, it's one of the reasons why I'd rather work here for work other than somewhere else.

"Now welcoming to the stage, Mochahontas! Get yo fine ass out here!" Dj Soto announced.

I finished putting on my 8 inch stilettos, sprayed myself down with my Gucci perfume and walked out to the stage with my personal cleaning towel and money bag. Damn, it was hot as fuck out here. I should've gotten a drink or two to loosen up a bit, not that I needed it but it'll help considering we have a full fucking house tonight.

After my session on stage, I counted about $547 in the locker room. Not finishing my count, I got called out by one of the men on the floor for a personal lap dance in the private room. I blew out a breath in annoyance because it was probably an old ass man just trying to get his dick back hard.

I walked out only to be approached by a tall man with dreads and big glistening jewelry. He had a dark hoodie with a unique design on it, some faded 'Purple' jeans with some studded Louiboutin shoes on. I wasn't able to see if his face matched his outfit because of his hoodie and the nightlight in the club. But oou shit, not what I was expecting, but much better!

"Wassup, you ask for me baby?" I asked sitting him down in his seat. I climbed on top of him and I could feel his dick print through his pants that sagged slightly as he sat showing off his Ethika drawls.