Sharon's exorcism

4

'That'll be £5." The taxi driver, an old man with balding hair said and i scratched my nitty hair.

'I dont have any money. But i can pay you in other ways.' I tried to smirk and he gave me a deadpan look.

'I don't like manwhores who are fat and ugly.' He said and opened my cardoor. With one great leap, he kicked my fat ass out the car.

•2 hours later•

I huffed and puffed. I was going to get in big trouble for being so late to my job. Not my fault grandpa Joe made me walk 2 hours to my job.

Darrens Fun Lounge. There it was, my workplace. Darren would have a go at me but I'd give him a special dance and he will be VERY happy indeed.

'Entry please.' A nasally voice said and my gaze turned to some hot, fit dude looking my way. My breath caught in my awfully tight bodycon dress.

'Shaaroon. I'm one of the starring acts tonight.' I said, trying to act all professional and posh. I'm posh spice but i need to find my David Beckham.

'You mean THE Shaaroon. Its lovely to me you in person. That dress does wonders to your curves.' He smirked.

'May i ask for your name?' I said rather grandly.

'It's Greasy.' He said. I stole a glance at my cheap watch and gasped. I was very late now. I slapped Greasy's ass and ran into the venue.

The sound of music blasted my ears as i looked around. Scantily dressed dancers were lapping up the attention from old men. It was my turn soon.

'SHAAROON COME HERE NOW.' A voice growled and i nervously looked at my boss Darren. I had a terrible crush on him. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin tone was black which made his features stand out even more.
Darren was wearing his usual work attire. White shirt with black trousers with a fairy tutu because he didn't want to look too masculine. I looked at his hairy knuckles and tried not to moan.

'I'm so sorry.' I weeped and he hushed me.

'Just do your thing.' He sighed and i nodded. I readjusted my red bodycon dress and walked out his office.

I immediately bumped into someone. 'Ouch.' They cried. My eyes widened when i saw who it was. Clutching her baby Darren, it was dear Gambia.

She wasn't alone. By her side was a male with grey/black dreadlocks. 'Oh Shaaroon this is my boyfriend Granger.' Gambia chirped.

Tears poked the inside of my eyes as i took in his features. Wearing black loafers, green jacket, shirt and trousers, Granger was gorgeous. He had a full face of makeup. God he was gorgeous.

'We heard of your performances so we want to see it.' Granger said and i nodded hastily. I ran away from them and made the last few steps onto the stage. This was my time to shine.

The Peppa Pig theme song came on and i started prancing around, removing my red heeled shoes. I waggled my fat butt. I realised baby Darren was mimicking my moves too. Older Darren was twirling around the dance floor, fat butt on full display.

'Come on up.' I screamed to Gambia, Granger, and Darren. I removed my body con dress and then jiggled my body in my underwear.

All four of us started dancing in unison, slapping each others asses, patting the others beer belly. Darren started dancing right in front of me and then twerking. Damn i felt on fire.

'Stop right there.' A voice said and i turned to see who it was....