Owned by an uncle and nephew duo, Babylon is one of the most-known strip clubs in Dallas, Texas. New York natives Shakur and Lesane Santana made Dallas their permanent residence many years ago. Leaving their complicated past behind in NY was challen...
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❌️ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟷, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹.
The titillating sight of women dressed in hardly nothing obtained the panel's undivided attention. I sat attentive with a freshly lit joint dangling from my lips. Each girl stepped up to introduce themselves, selling their stripper aliases to us. It was essential to the image of an exotic dancer. Any woman, eighteen and over, with a little plump ass and a nice set of titties could shake something for change. Not many had what it took to last an entire year at Babylon. I had the difficult task of weeding through all these amateurs to find our new girl who would have longevity.
"Hi, I'm Laila Love" A young woman with a gorgeous smile stood in front of the judges' table. She was light skin, and I could tell she had a skinny BBL. That didn't bother me. The more ass , the better. What worried me was how suburban she looked. Laila appeared to be a stranger in foreign land. "Girl, why you look rich?" One of our veteran dancers, Kiana Stax inquired, sizing her up. "Nah, uh . You don't look like you need money. So why you here?"
"Agreed" The other vet, Mikki Millions added onto what Kiana said. "Bitch, you in the wrong place. If you trying to make your daddy mad, this ain't the way to do it. Next" I chuckled to myself, taking a long toke of smoke into my experienced lungs. I couldn't get through a single day without weed. Being thirty-three now, alcohol wasn't my preference anymore. I grew out of getting white boy wasted, but I was still battling demons inside. Weed and lean helped. Sometimes cocaine and percs made me forget the past, too.
A petite light skin girl took her place. She had to be only 5'0 and 100lbs at most, but off the bat, the girl had personality and style. She was wearing a cropped hoodie and shorts that clung to the little cheeks she had . Her blonde hair was in a ponytail and some loose strands were around her face. She was cute.
"What's good?" The young woman introduced herself with so much confidence, she earned our respect right away. "I'm Tyla and I'm twenty-three, but everybody calls me Tyni for obvious reasons" Tyla popped her lips like a true Jersey woman. I heard her accent. "Yeah, I'm little, but I know how to fight and dance so y'all bitches already know that y'all can't run up on me all crazy. I'm not even on that, though. I just moved to Dallas from Newark" I knew it. "I'm trying to better myself and get to the bag, you feel me?"
