Criminal was walking down an empty road, and she tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Da faq is dat noyyse?" she asked aloud.
There was a beat thumping against her ears in a rhythmic pattern, and every once in a while there was the sound of someone whooping or wolf-whistling.
"Whaaaat?" Criminal demanded. "Dat shiet is usually for me! Who be stealin' my spotlight?"
Criminal barely leapt out of the way as a car whisked by.
She cupped her hands and shouted, "Whatch eit, ash-hole!"
A middle finger stuck out the open window and faced her, and she scoffed in disbelief.
The car barely rounded the corner before pulling to a stop and five men jumping out as if their lives depended on it, not bothering to close the doors behind them
"Wale, shiet. Migh't as wale go see what da FAQ is goin' on dat is cousin' a riot," she said to herself. Stupid white crackerjack trying to be black. "Shi-at up!" she told the narrator, who shrugged in response, knowing that Criminal acting gangster didn't make her gangster at all.
She quickened her pace, and when she reached the end of the block she was surprised to see a large crowd of people crowding around a light pole. Somewhere in the midst, there was slow music, the same rhythmic beat from earlier playing with it, with the sound of girls moaning in the background.
"Da faq is happenin'?" she asked a person to her right. They just glanced at her, their eyes full of lust, and pointed excitedly towards the centre of the people, at the light pole.
Driven by curiosity, Criminal pushed and fought her way to the front of the crowd, and her eyes practically bulged out of her head.
Walking around the pole in high heels, booty shorts, and a button-down shirt was the most beautiful girl Criminal had ever seen. Her hips swayed to the music, and her feet stepped to the thumping beat. Hovering over her eyes lay a black mask. At her heeled feet was a large stack of money. Like, cash.
Someone up front turned his back to her and held up his phone for a selfie. The girl saw him, and squatted low, spreading her legs and grinning as one finger touched her bottom lip.
The girl faced the pole, still squatting, and stuck out her tongue. As she slowly stood, her long tongue trailed along the pole.
All five of Criminal's dicks shot upwards, and she fought to hide the giant bulge, using the length of her long jacket, though she wanted to tear her clothes off watching this. It made her skin flare up, and she could see the people around her sweating also.
The girl leapt up, wrapped her legs around the pole, and hung upside down, touching herself. Criminal watched with her mouth open as the girl winked at her and unbuttoned her shirt, sliding it off to the silky rhythm of the music.
This went on for what seemed like hours, but it was really only until the music faded to a stop, and the people filed out one by one, some taking pictures while the girl posed inappropriately.
Criminal waited until she was alone with the girl, and watched her pull off the mask.
[Brown eyes, a perfect nose with cute little lips, and iron-curled hair that fell to her shoulders.] Criminal's fake accent fell away as she suddenly felt drawn to the girl.
Instead of resisting, Criminal walked to the girl, of course after she was fully dressed.
The girl shrugged when she saw Criminal.
"I only do nights when I work outside the club, and all night will charge you 'bout a thousand bucks," she said flatly.
Criminal shook her head. "I think I love you. What's your name?"
The girl rolled her eyes. "Lee. And watch." She leant in and kissed Criminal with passion.
Lee's intention was to prove that Criminal had wanted her body, not her love, but she found herself kissing because it made her heart throb in the most amazing way.
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It was Criminal who pulled away, her clothes ruffled and her hair dishevelled.
"I dun did tol' yew I luv yew" Criminal panted, her accent back on as she winked.
Lee nodded and fixed her bra, giggling slightly at Criminal's sudden behaviour change. "I believe you."
And they broke into another kiss, this one even more passionate.
END
