10K SPECIAL W/ ALL DIFFERENT IMAGINES OF UNDERGROUND RAPPERS IN ONE CHAPTER. enjoy because this took so long. <3
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IN WHICH... HE ENCOUNTERS A STRIPPER HE LIKES.
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THE ROOM WAS DIMLY LIT,
bathed in deep red and purple hues that matched the sultry vibe of the club. The bass of the music thumped through the walls, a slow, sensual beat that set the perfect tone for what was about to happen. Y/N, known on stage as "Sapphire," entered the private room with a confidence that came naturally to her. Her smooth, dark skin glistened under the lights, and her long legs carried her with a seductive grace that left a trail of heat in her wake.
Kankan sat back on the plush couch, his eyes locked on her every move. His name was well-known around these parts, someone with money to blow and a reputation to match. Tonight, though, his attention was all hers.
She walked over to the pole, a sly smile playing on her lips as she gripped the cool metal and spun around it with effortless ease. Her body moved in perfect rhythm with the music, each twist and turn pulling him deeper into her spell. She was fire and ice all at once, the embodiment of temptation.
Kankan leaned forward, his eyes dark with hunger. "Damn, ma, you really know how to move," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
Y/N smirked, arching her back as she slid down the pole, making sure he got a good view of everything he was paying for. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," she teased, her voice smooth as silk. She could tell he was hooked, his gaze never wavering as she danced for him like it was the last thing she'd ever do.
