Naomi, new into adulthood is juggling college, work, and a social life she could only dream of- due to the restrictions of being a devoted Christian. Seeing all her peers live their life freely makes her second guess her lifestyle. She then decides...
"Tonight I'm gonna dance for you..." the old Beyoncé song played in the club.
Right now Kitty was on stage working the crowd, good thing I went on before her- no way I would do better.
Kitty is a pretty girl. She stood at about 5'8, with caramel-colored skin, dark brown eyes, a red sew-in and a body every girl wanted. An hourglass shape with a big butt-what she lacked in the chest she made up for in the ass.
I felt a hand grip my ass, "I got $300 for a private room, and a little extra if you do a little extra." The man whispered in my ear.
I looked back, "C'mon."I grabbed his hand and led the way. He smirked probably thinking he was getting more, but the truth was I was only about to make $300 off of him.
Unlike some girls here, I didn't engage in sexual activities with the customers. I made my money the right way because that wasn't me plus half of them were married or in a relationship.
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We made it to the back room, "Show Daddy something. Take them clothes off." He demanded while sitting back on the couch.
His eyes were low and his clothes smelled of a mixture between marijuana and cologne, which actually smelled good to me. He was dressed in a true religion shirt and jeans, then some Jordans on his feet.
He had multiple diamond chains around his neck that glistened under the club lights.
As if on queue the song "Bounce It." By Juicy J came on.
It had become one of my favorite songs to dance to, it wasn't too fast or slow-just the perfect tempo.
I took my time taking off the little bit of clothes I did have on.
He was sitting there rolling up some weed and looking up occasionally.
Finally, down to the last of my fit, I started to dance on the pole. He had money so I was pulling out all my tricks.
He was done rolling the blunt, now he was smoking. "Bend over." He said before blowing the smoke out. I did as he said then came back up slowly, giving him time to use his imagination.
He signaled for me to "come here" with his hand.
I walked over and put my heels on each side of him on the couch.
"You smell good," I whispered the compliment in his ear while I whined my hips seductively.
"Thank you." He said lowly.
I would say his eyes were undressing me but I was already naked, I was sure he was eye fucking me.
He passed the blunt to me. I took a pull and exhaled.
He rubbed his hands down my back to my ass. "You like that?" I asked.
He gave a nod of approval.
They weren't supposed to touch as it was a look don't touch situation. But he was cute and for some strange reason, I was enjoying this dance.
