Pour it Up (Urban)

C H A P T E R II : Satin

. .Not even my birthday, but he wanna' lick the icin' off, know you want it in the worst way......-Rihanna.

The gold plated pole squeaks between Satin's toned caramel thighs as she lifts her thick one-hundred and twenty pound frame high into the club rafters. Her bright red hair hanging loosely over her tight black crop top with matching booty shorts. The sensual Rihanna mix she had givin' the D.j. had every man and woman at K.O.D's attention. "He want that cake...." Instead of looking at the crowd Satin's eyes roamed toward the flashing red strobe lights.

She flings off the crop top leaving her lace bra and booty shorts as she closed her eyes and prepared herself for the famous firefighter drop. Just like her top that fell limply to the stage thirty feet below, she too knew that if she got this move wrong she would be face first. Satin's ankles were looped tightly around the pole as she eagle spread her arms. Her body hung upside down like a Raggedy Ann doll, to which she resembled just sexier. Satin slid down in a swift motion "....Look at that bitch go...." she heard the dj say into the mic as she stopped just a few inches from the floor; the only thing holding her up is her ankles. With her arms a few inches above her head she disconnects her lower body and flips upright and drops into a split before she gets up and seductively saunters off stage.

"Ladies and Gent's give it up to Satin." the D.j. said as she walked over to the bar and counted her dough.

It was the same shit just a different night there at King of Diamonds to Sat. Everyone who was anyone knew that she was the main attraction and the rest of those bitches were just the appetizers. Her pole tricks were worth the visit, even if they were better rendition of the famous TDrill and Blac C.

At just twenty-two years young Satin was balling and her name was like gold. She was docked the go-to-girl for a good night, praising all the celebs with her talents on the pole. Stuffing the money into her left heel, she tossed her hair and began to mingle with the men and women on the floor. As her ass grind upon a famous female rapper makin' it rain, her eyes caught with a light-skin male who's attention was captured by her gaze.

Noticing he had Sat's attention him and his boys walked over and watched her perform some more. He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together, before pulling out a stack. Satin was use to men doing this to her so she wasn't surprised when this thuggish nigga walked over and posed. When the music stopped, she noticed the green still in his hand and not on the floor by her. She looked at him with raised eyebrows as she asked, "What you don't like my performance or somethin'?"

Thug nigga didn't say anything as he silently clapped and smiled at her. He was smitten by the moves and acrobatic skills she possessed on the pole, he could definitely see why she was a must see when you hit Miami. Satin gave an awkward look as she tried to figure out if it was good or bad. Switching customers she told him, "I'll be back to come check on you." with that she walked away and began to grind and twerk on several other customers.

As Thug nigga and his boys occupied a V.I.P table, his eyes stayed peered on the red head beauty. He watched as she flirted and twerked on some of the biggest names in the game. Even though he wasn't with the "Club shits" he pretended to be. In all honesty Thug nigga thought clubs were stupid and that only nigga's who couldn't get bitches occupied them, but being as this was King Of Diamonds, and only celebs and nigga's with dough made it rain on fine, exotic lookin' bitches reminded him that this wasn't your average club.

"Wassup my nigga?" Shawn asked as he popped open a bottle of Ciroc.

"Nothin' just thinkin;." Thug nigga answered.

Shawn took a sip of his drink and then asked, "I know you not still thinkin' on what happened earlier?"

"You know my mind is never off the streets no matter what I'm doin'." Thug nigga told his friend as his eyes landed back on Satin.