I kiss her pretty lips and look up at her. "How much money did my pretty lil pussy make tonight?" She lifts her head and smiles at me. "Damn near 11 bands," she laughs, as I look fake shocked... Well I'm about to pay her back for all the hard work s...
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"If you dance on a pole, that don't make you a hoe. Gon' make yo money, money, money..."
- Usher
ZAYA
"Aye! Nigga, didn't I say to watch your motha fucking hands??" This is exactly why I don't do no damn private sessions now. These niggas be outta hand. I should've knew better than to trust a tall, skinny, lightskin nigga with them damn 2 braids. Yeah, he cute I guess, nice fit, pretty teeth, jewelry -like, I mean ICED the fuck out for real. But I was just looking for a bag, I might strip but I'm not about to be disrespected, I have fucking boundaries.
"Come on ma, don't be like that. I can take you away from all this bullshit. Fuck with a real nigga baby, quit tripping," he slurs, reaching for me again. I slap his diamond ring covered E.T. looking ass fingers away from me. "Boy fuck you, you can't do shit but piss me off with them small ass dubs you throwing. I had plenty REAL ballers come in here and drop blues all on me, you cant afford to touch me hoe nigga," I say, knowing I haven't let a nigga pay to touch me ever, but the part about the benjis is no joke. He look more paid than he spending and we all hate a stingy ass nigga. Like, you are in a booty club bitch. Club Dime at that. "Be fucking for real if you gon try to be anything. Real niggas with real money be in and out on a regular. Rappers, athletes allat," I add. This nigga sucked his teeth and just grabbed my arm with one hand to yank me closer. He puts his hand on my thigh right as I grab his wrist and twist it back until it pops out of place as the door to the private room swings open. He jerks back and yells, "AHHH! you fucking slut ass bitch!" I turn around to see who busted in the room. A tall, heavyset security guard stands at the door and peeks in. "You good Zaza? The fuck going on, I could hear commotion on the security bug in the room and-" he stops mid sentence as he stares at the nigga curled in the love seat whining like a little bitch. "Hey Niko, I'm fine. Somebody was about to lose a hand though," I shrug and Niko smiles. "I like you Za, you make my job so much easier. Real pressure, girl," he laughs, jacking the nigga up by his shirt and punching him, making him fall to the floor. "Real pressure, thats why I'm Zaza," I smile and strut out of the room, my long 30 inch blue wig swaying and smacking against my ass as I do. In my black leather lingerie and tall stripper pumps, you can see every sexy curve, my brown titties sitting nice, peeks at my thigh tattoo and my sexy blue pedicured toes. They match my wig just like my nails. It's kind of my thing to be honest but so is snapping niggas bones when they fucking try me.
In the locker room, I stash the rest of my floor cash in my trash bag which is hidden behind the wall of my locker. I been here since I was 17 and one thing about stripper bitches, they gon fucking rob you if you let em. I lied when I first started but they didn't find out my real age until after I turned 18. I turn 19 in 6 months and because of working here, I been in some crazy ass fights. This one time, a bitch danced with me on the floor and tried to cap to me about how much we made together when it came time to count the cash to split it, so I did what I had to do. The fuck? Slammed that bitch head into a mirror by her frontal so she grabbed a shard of the glass to try and stab me. When she ran at me, I punched her in her throat and she started choking and shit. So I grabbed her wig and wrapped the hair around my hand and slung her ass to the ground and beat her with the front of my fist. She lucky I took it easy on her because I was drunk, I could've killed that bitch for pulling that shit like she was really gonna stab me. I should've shanked her hoe ass. Instead I just took all of the money at that point, because I mean, what was she gonna do? Whoop my ass? The owner fucked with me heavy and she ended up getting kicked out anyways. I laugh thinking about it. The owner and security fuck with the realest bitches in here and I just happen to be one of them. I get my bread, I lay low and I go home. So they know if I turn up, its for a fucking reason.
