chocolate city.

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|Jammie's POV|

I swayed my hips feeling for the rythem to come. The beat set in slowly pounding like an alarm clock in my ears.I shook my ass enough to make it jiggle. I took in the room glancing over everyone

. The Too-Lazy-To-Actually-Give-A-Fuck Bodyguard in the back trying to finger Phil. The nigga who looked like he just ran 20 miles from all the sweat beating down his face.

The undercover dude by the bar who's pants were just a little too tight. i could make like the shape of his asshole if i focused hard enough.

And my best customer yet Marquez who always dressed his best the nights i performed.

And baby i do mean HIS best, sad thing about it is: THIS NIGGA WAS BROKER THAN HOMELESS ON HIS LAST DIME. Nigga dressed in Nautica Shirts and Dickies and was always wearing some fake-ass Jordans.

This Nigga shoes said 32 Half time He got himself a "New Pair". #32 was Magic Johnson fucking number this nigga was wearing Magic Shoes.

Needless to say baby boy got no play from me. But damn did he try, nigga walked me to car almost every night even tried to take me Dinner And Movies knowing damn well he broke.

Marquez

I still liked to tease him though, his expressions were entertaining as hell. He was my main focus on stage. I lurched to the floor letting its cold surface cool my torso.

I locked eyes with him and licked my lips slowly.

Im probably evil as fuck for playing with him like this. I bet, but fuck it. I looked around every ones eyes were looking back me. Good just how i like it give me all Your attention.

I spread my legs slowly tracing my hands up and down them. I slide of my shorts and rolled onto my back, i threw my legs forward and clamped them on the pole. It's chilly metallic bar cooling my thighs.

Yes Jammie Boy! a drunken woman yelled loudly as i climbed higher on the top. I spun around as i spread my legs wider against the pole shaking my ass slowly.