trapshit⦾asaprocky

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my pussy must be heroin, cuz these niggas always come back.

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"zariia, rocky booked for you, room 12." my boss jade said coming into the dressing room where i had just put on my outfit.

"ok," i said fixing my top.

i walked down the long corridor, the only sound heard was my 6 inch YSL's clicking against the hardwood

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i walked down the long corridor, the only sound heard was my 6 inch YSL's clicking against the hardwood.

this wasn't an ordinary strip club, this was a private exotic dance club, established to please the A-list celebrities, rich politicians, and the occasional drug lord or king pin.

the only way you got in was by referral or recognition. i don't even think i've ever had a one thrown at me, the lowest i've seen was a 20.

i knocked at the door before entering, hearing a deep 'come in'. opening the door, i was smack with the smell of some strong ass loud.

"rocky?" i said in the soft tone i called my voice. rocky had been a regular customer of mine for about 2 months, i came to learn he was a king pin, but a bag is a bag, who am i judge how you get it.

"yea it's me shawty." he took another drag as i closed the door.

"any song requests?" i said going over to the screen by the sectional.

"whatever." i tapped the screen with my long acrylics filling the silence until the speakers came on.

i turned around to face him, dancing in front of him to the music then grabbing the pole and mounting it and shaking my ass while spinning, soon i dropped into a split and then backed it up on him.

i turned around to straddle him, dancing in his lap.

"hello zariia." he rasped rubbing my hips.

"this is the 5th time this week," i said still moving and grinding, "carlos even said you threatened the men watching me during my pole time, you can't fuck with my income like that." i cut out.

"you still won't let a nigga take you on a date zariia." he said pushing my braids out my face.

"if i go on the date with you, you stop threatening my customers, and i choose what we do." i got up off of him walking away to the pole doing simple things.

"deal, c'mere." i got down and came back to straddle him.

"meet me at the front when you get off." he said kissing my ear as the buzzer signaling the room. time was up went off.

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