His SLUT [COMPLETE]

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Lira Mercer Galore, Born 20 years ago she would be 21 soon.

What's the best way to celebrate your 21st birthday? In a strip club, working like always and turning up of course. Lira wasn't attending college and didn't plan on attending, College wasn't for her. It could never be.

Being 135 pounds, around 5'3-5'5, and has a shade of smooth brown skin. It was easy for her to persuade a guy or to get his money. This female did have goals but you don't have to go to college to be successful or make something outta yourself do you?

Well, if you had too then she wouldn't be doing so. Her dreams was to marry a famous baller, maybe even adopt a kid or two. Lira was ready for a change, she wanted to be about that mother and wife life. You could only be a slut for so long, it was time for her to try something else.

The doors opened up to "Freak Whores" every night directly at 11:00 PM, it was the place to be or you're just simply missing out. If you wasn't there, trust me you're considered a lame then. This was one of the most hood strip clubs in Los Angeles, California. They had great business, and good exposure to paparazzi since ballers came left and right every night.

That's her job as of now. It was only a matter of time before one day, she would meet her soul mate. The one she could sleep with every night, bath with, dance with, enjoy life with, eat with, and even pray with all the time. Her charms did a lot for her, out of working here. She had received many over the top gifts from ballers and rich guys, like a Bentley, Ferrari, Diamond Rolexs and much more.

Most of the guys who brought her gifts she had already slept with. One thing about lira, she would never sleep with someone who has a disease or unprotected. It was viewed as unprofessional and sloppy in her mind.

Lira arrived at Freak Whores a bit late, she didn't give a fuck though. Nobody would check her or dare to say something about her tardiness. It was her who would normally wear dresses and/or skirts out of her friends and associates. Her diamond Rolex flashed against the club's shining lights nearly blinding everyone around. She headed to her dressing room, yes, her dressing room.

Lira was the Money maker of this club's franchise. So, of course they had her a dressing room all to herself. It was fun being treated like royalty, she didn't have to work for shit but this would all change soon when she meets her soul mate.

Once she was ready in her two piece black lace matching set, lira decided to curl her hair. This body of hers was a money making machine, with her hips and ass no guy could turn her down unless he's gay. Even her small tits were a pleasure to some men but others, they loved her ass something to grab on and hold onto.

Lira used to think she was ugly and didn't have a talent, nowadays she's confident, cocky, and much aware of herself as ever. Everyone misses her old self but to be honest, they only missed her so they could run or walk all over her.

After checking and making sure, her private room was ready. Lira then headed downstairs to the main floor, it was time to make this money honey. Spotting her first bachelor, standing somewhat of height requirements. Her first bachelor was Nelly, please don't judge. Nelly was fine as ever tonight, had on his all white and shoes to match. Nelly was basically sitting on money, money that'd be hers in no time. Nope! This wasn't her soul mate, maybe a boo or fling just for money.

Making her way across the floor, she approaches him getting down on her knees in front of him. This was a natural club, nobody cared about giving blow jobs in front of each other. It was accepted, this was a judgemental free club but some still judged. Of course, Nelly was in the VIP section.