Pour it Up (Urban)

C H A P T E R VI: The Beginning.

       Cyn slid down the silver plated pole as a crowd of men threw hundreds at her half naked body. As her theme song played, the music moved through Cyn and gave her enough confidence to walk off stage and give an older gentlemen a lap dance. As her ass grinded and gyrated upon his lap she listened to the sweet nothings he whispered in her ear. "You should come work for me. . ." 

       Cyn smiled and played it off. When the song ended she stood up and was about to leave, before she could move an inch, the older gentlemen gently grabbed her by the arm. "Excuse me miss. . ." he said.  Cyn turned around with a baffled look written on her face. Seeing that he had her attention he continued, "Sit down ma, let me holler at you for a second." Animal said with a firm, but cool baritone. He then stood up, which caused Cyn to look up to him. "You have some beautiful eyes." he complimented.

      Cyn chuckled at his compliment, but didn't take to it. She looked him up and down and silently smiled; she knew his type. Animal had a trademark finesse, with a slick personality and could con any woman into doing what he wanted. Cyn knew his type and to that she folded her arms as she asked, "Can I help you?"

"Have you ever thought about modeling?" Animal asked as his lust filled eyes raked over her.

"Nah, why would I model, I don't even have the body of a model." she hissed.

"That's not true, they have plus sized models." he clarified.

          Becoming offended at the word plus sized Cyn yelled, "Are you tryna' call me fat?" 

         Animal saw his window of opportunity closing fast, Trying to get back into Cyn's good graces was a must if he wanted to get next to Satin. "Nah ma, Plus size is also another word for thick, you ain't know?" 

         Instead of responding Cyn rolled her eyes. "Look I got other customers, if you not gon;'make it rain for another dance then I'm out." she said impatiently as she folded her arms. 

 "Damn li'l mama, I'm tryna' help you make mo' money then what you doin' here at this piece of shit." Animal insulted. "I bet yo' home girls wouldn't mind."

"Well that's my home girls, them bitches ain't as classy as me." she hissed in a matter-factually tone. 

"Oh so you classy huh?" 

"Did I stutter?" she questioned back with an attitude.

           There was a barrage of words for her comment going through Animal's mind, but still trying to close out on a deal he kept them tight. Animal took a glass from a tray located on the table and sat down on the plush couch behind him.  "Tell me, if you so classy then why you strippin' for change, when you can be messin' with me and be makin' hella' dough?"

 "Because modeling ain't for me, I like the quick money, not posing for some sicko behind a lens." she stated. 

"I'm not talking about that modeling ma, I'm talking about runway, I can help you get there, if only you're willing to exchange something." 

"Depends on what it is?" she asked. 

"Loyalty. . ."  

"I don't know, I'll have to check this shit out, is it cool if I bring a couple people?" 

"No doubt, the more the better, make sure they bad, I want only the baddest of Miami to be down with me."  he said. "Here's my card, it has the address on the back, me and a couple people are throwing a getting started party tomorrow night and I want you to be there." 

     Cyn didnt say anything as she watched Animal rise up from the couch and walk away. Cyn continued to sit on the couch with a sly smile upon her face as the card danced in between her fingers. Cyn got up and walked to the back of the club where the dressing rooms were and where she knew she'd find her best friend- Satin.