Hundreds On Dat A$$

Chapter One

One, two, three
One, two, three drink

One of my favorite motivational songs began to play, as I prepared myself to go and expose all of my goodies. I tossed back a third shot of Hennesy, allowing the alcohol to sizzle in the back of my throat.

The after affects of the first two shots started to kick in and my muscles began to relax.
" Caramel, you on stage in two sexy." Robert calls toward me.

I glance into the mirror, finger raking my hair once more and sprinkling a little more glitter onto my soft skin. I've been told that it defines my light green eyes under the stage lights.

I walk toward the back of the deep violet curtain and peep my head between the opening. Looking out into the crowd my eyes lock onto him. He comes in on the very same day, at the very same time every other weekend, sitting front row like a true baller. I must be his favorite stripper here, as he is my favorite costumer, since he throws straight hundreds on this ass.

A sly grin creeps onto my face, for I am gonna make this dance extra tasty just for him. I pull my head back from between the curtain and adjust my shimmering gold outfit. I make sure my six inch stilettos are strapped up firmly, don't want to lose one during my performance.

"Time to pull out the real dough fellas. I know y'all have enough for the sexy miss Caramel!We all know that's who y'all really came to see." Joe the DJ announces.

I hear some of the other strippers groan and huff behind me. That brings an even greater smile to my luscious lips. I turn and wink at them, making sure to pop out my deep dimples on both sides of my face.

I turn back towards the curtain and slowly strut my way onto the stage as I hear Earned it by the Weeknd come to play through the speakers.

You make it look like its magic
'Cause I see nobody, nobody
But you, you, you
I'm never confused
Hey, hey
'Cause I'm so use to being used

So I love when you call unexpected
'Cause I hate when the moments expected
So 'imma care for you, you, you

By this part in the song, I done made my way towards the glistening pole and I began twirling and whining my hips around in circles. I wrapped my thick thighs around the pole and began to work my way toward the top. When I got an arms length from the ceiling, I over turned myself, sliding down the pole upside down while shaking my ass.

When I got close to the bottom, I flipped back right side up and landed into a perfect split. Green pieces of paper began to flow onto the stage as I perfected my movements. I locked eyes with Mr. Hundreds as I began to untie my top from my perky breast. I revealed my dark brown areolas to the crowd as my gaze stayed focus on his.

He bit his lip while his eyes constantly flickered between mine and my hardened nipples. I licked my pink tongue across my top lip, which was covered with a very juicy clear gloss. I ignored the glossy taste as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth.

I winked as I stood back to my feet, turning my ass toward the crowd. I shoved my thumbs into the sides of my gold g-string and dragged them over my ass. I bent forward as I stepped out of the bottoms, showing my sweet pink core to the audience. I peeked between my legs to see if he was still looking.

I was surprised to see that his eyes were not locked onto my pussy, but they were locked onto mine. I dragged my middle finger across my lower lips, giving my clit a little love tap. I regained my posture as I performed a few more of my special signature moves. About 2 songs after, my stage time was through. I stole one more glance from Mr. Hundreds as I made my way from the stage after raking up all of my bills. Im sure I made over 5 grand tonight by the love the crowd showed me.

It never ceased to amaze me about the fact of why these most likely married men, enjoy coming to a place where they're digging deep in their pockets, just to get a glance at some pussy and a pair of titties. Half of these bitches in here are infested, no telling with what. At the end of the day, as long as my bills and school is getting paid for and my pockets are laced with cash, I'm cool and ain't no complaints coming from over here.

I made my way back to my station, not bothering putting back on underwear, as I made my way to Eric's office. You see, me and Eric used to fool around not too long ago. Comes to find out, he owns this club. I had to figure out the hard way that he doesn't understand the rules of commitment, so I had to cut the relationship off.

I softly knock on the freshly waxed cherry wood door and I heard a deep voice say "Come in ." I walk into the office as his gorgeous green eyes pierce my body. Eric is sexy and he knows it. Nobody could tell him shit even if someone's life depended on it.

"Ahh, see you came to give me my taste of the day." his smooth voice echoed to my ears.

"I figured I'd come before you come begging for it like last time." I replied back with a cocked eyebrow, bringing up the time he showed up at my door 3 in the a.m.

He chuckled and replied "You know I can't get enough even if I wanted too". It was then my turn to chuckle.

I went to go sit down on his desk facing him as he sat in his king like office chair. This is my exchange for not giving him a portion of my pay. All I have to do is lay back and let him eat my pussy. Shit, I I still can't complaining. His tounge could do wonders.

He gripped onto the sides of my gray sweat pants I dressed in after my performance and pulled them down over my thighs. I lifted up a little to assist him as they slid down to my ankles and eventually landed in a pile on the floor. He spread my legs wide apart and smiled at my hairless middle as he placed small gentle kisses onto the lips. He dipped his tongue swiftly in between the lips, earning a moan from the ones attached to my face.

He folded the outer lips back, getting better access to the inside of my pink core and dug in. He began to flick, roll, and twist his tounge in my hole, having me on a verge of tears. He nipped at my now swollen clit as my cream began to spill from the inside. He lapped it all up and continued to eat.

I began to run away but it was no use since he just pulled me closer and held a firmer hold onto my thighs and tears of pleasure began spilling from my eyes as another orgasm assaulted my body. He still continued to eat.

"Alright, aright that's enough." I squeaked out as I some how managed to remove myself from the desk which was now covered in some of my juices.

"Damn, why you stop me ma. I could've been eating all night." He says while wiping around his mouth.

"Trust me I believe you, but stop being greedy nigga" I told him as I pulled my sweats back over my fat ass, after wiping myself with a wipe he stashes in his office for our special meetings such as this.

I slid my feet in my adidas slides and exited his office, making my way to the back of the building. I walked through the parking lot spotting my beautiful cherry red BMW parked in a secluded area... Don't want no hating ass bitches fucking up my baby cause I just may catch a case.

I pulled my keys from out of my PINK duffle bag and took out my key unlocking the doors. I slid in and made my way home so that I could eat, shower, and go to bed and I did just that. I warmed up some left over lasagna and ate then made my way to my bedroom.

I threw my duffle back which contained my outfit from earlier and my money onto my bed and began to prepare for a shower. I stepped under the shower head relaxing under the steamy water. I didn't feel the need to touch myself since Eric satisfied me enough to last a while. I doused my body in soap and rinsed, repeating that three times before exiting the bathroom in one of my white plush towels.

I digged through my drawers and retrieved a pink thong and one of Eric's old t-shirts he'd left at my house from one of our previous links. I sat on my bed and opened my duffle bag, tossing my outfit in the hamper and poured my money onto my covers. I begin to count up until I reached a beautiful number of $5,430 to have made in a single night.

I recollected all of the money up and tossed into a safe in a special opening in my closet. Just because I'm a stripper doesn't mean I don't have dreams. These savings are going to get me there sooner than expected too. I laid back in bed clasping my hands together twice into claps, sending my room into a darkness.

I pressed the home button on my iPhone and saw that in was 3:46 a.m. I plugged my phone up and closed eyes and drifted to sleep, thinking about Mr. Hundreds.