Expensive Taste | One Shots

TAKE IT OFF | Taraji & Y/N

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• taraji •

"Ladies," I spoke through the mic from the back of the stage, speaking seductively. I worked at a strip club specifically designed for women by women. Everyday at work was amazing and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I've worked at gentlemen's clubs and those were some of the worst times in my life. When I found The Pink Pony, it changed the trajectory of my career.

"Ladies," I pressed again for extra emphasis and applause, "are y'all ready for this Cookie?"

I heard the crowd of women roar, music beginning to play as I turned Cookie all the way on.

My opening song was "Wanna Be" by GloRilla and Megan. I always liked to start my set with a fast paced rap song, transitioning into something more sexy to end on a high note.

I strutted out, instantly making eye contact with a member of the VIP section directly in front of the stage. She has been here every Saturday for a month now. Each time she came in, she increased the money she gave me, and I had started to expect her presence. Tonight she was wearing a pantsuit with no shirt underneath. Her eyes pierced my soul as I danced just for her.

He in love with Glo
Never got the Cookie but got my name tatted

I bit my bottom lip and winked at her as I turned to the pole, poppin' my shit. I'd let her have the cookie. I adored the way she looked at me. It wasn't a fetishizing or sexualizing gaze. She looked at me like she wanted to know my deepest dark secrets. Like she wanted to take care of me.

"Wanna Be" transitioned into "Pussy Fairy" by Jhené Aiko.

I crawled to the edge of the stage just a few feet from the mysterious woman and gasped as she walked toward me.

We be gettin' so loud
That dick make my soul smile
That dick make me so damn proud

I bounced on my knees, racking my hands over my body as she stood in front of me. The woman held out a wand of cash which I took and placed under the small tied strings holding my panties to me.

"Thank you, suga'," I flattered. "It's good to see you again."

"It's good seeing you, Cookie," her tone sultry. "Hopefully I can see you again later." With that she licked her lips before returning to her seat.

This interaction had caused me a brief moment of forgetfulness. Forgetting where I was. Forgetting I had a job to do. Forgetting I was Cookie. I had never allowed someone to get under my skin like that, especially when I was performing. My persona was a dominate, take-no-names type of woman, but here I was frozen, staring at the woman in her seat.

Before anyone could realize what had happened to me, I got to my feet sexily and finished up my set. I knew I had been successful in that moment going unnoticed, but she could tell. She sat there, smirk on her face, legs spread, and arms back, forcing me to take in every inch of her being.

I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful woman, I thought. What did she mean by 'later'?

I wasn't one for private dances, but if she asked, I'd do it with no questions.

My set came to an end. The crowd of women applauded loudly, and security began to collect the money that littered the stage floor. As I turned to leave, I saw the woman raise her glass to me, winking.

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• y/n •

In the month that I had been coming to The Pink Pony, I had developed an infatuation to Cookie, the club's main dancer. She was gorgeous and talented, and I couldn't get enough of the way she looked at me. Her entire set, our eyes would rarely leave each other, and I may be delusional in my thinking, but I was sure she felt strongly for me too.

"Can I get you anything," a bottle girl approached me as Cookie's set came to an end.

"Yes actually," I smiled. "Who do I talk to about getting a private dance, sweetheart?" She grinned widely, beckoning me to follow her.

"You tryna get a dance from Cookie," she questioned as we made it to a door at the end of a long pink hallway.

"Maybe," I confessed, tilting my head to the side, "only if she wants to give me one." This caused the girl to smile slightly before she opened up the door.

"I'll go get Cookie for you, honey," she purred.

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• taraji •

"Cookie!" I rolled my eyes as I heard Diamond squeal from outside the dressing room. As she barged in, it was hard for her to contain her apparent excitement. "Taraji—"

"Girl, what the fuck you want," I interrupted, ready to go home and relax. My set was great, and all I could think about was that woman. Diamond was interrupting my thoughts.

"Yo woman wanna dance," she sang, swaying her hips deeply. My woman? I know she wasn't talking about her. Lord have my prayers been answered??

"You don't mean—"

"Yes I do, honey," she resounded. I sat there utterly stunned. So that's what she meant by 'later'. "What are you waiting for, girl? Let's pick out an outfit! I already took her to the room, so she waitin' for you."

We settled on a red lingerie set that was mostly see through. I fixed my hair and make up and sprayed a little perfume. I had completely forgotten that I had planned to go home, and now my mind was fully on this private dance.

Tying a matching robe to my body and strapping my heels, I prepared to walk to the room as Diamond hyped me up.

Approaching the door, I saw Danny, one of the bodyguards.

"She payed for an hour," he uttered, causing my eyes to widen. "But you know that if you wanna stop, you can, T. I'll knock on the door when the time's up."

"Thank you, Danny," I breathed, shaking off my nerves and stepping into Cookie.

"Hey, suga'," I cooed, entering the room to see her sitting on a long couch on the other side of a pole. Music was already playing, so I circled the pole, dragging my feet to tease her.

"Hey, Cookie," she hummed. "I'm surprised you came."

"I'm surprised you asked for a dance."

"I couldn't torture myself any longer," she huffed, eyes trailing my clothed body. "You've been on my mind since the first time I walked in here." There it was. The confession that shook me at the core.

"Likewise," I bubbled, my bottom half fluttering at the way she looked at me. "What do you want out of this hour?"

"Whatever you wanna give me, mama."

I refrained from letting out the moan that grumbled in the back of my throat. I stepped down off of the short platform and immediately straddled her lap, wrapping my arms around her neck.

"What's your name, suga'," I crooned in her ear, forcing a chill to run down her spine as she shuttered.

"Y/n."

"Oh baby," I mused, "such a sexy name. I hope you're ready for this Cookie."

"I'm beyond ready, mama," she said before pointing to my robe. "Take it off."

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soooo part two? how do we feel about smut?? i've never written any, but i'll try loll.