Craved (Book 2)

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Upload: 10/07/19

WARNING: this chapter contains ( **** ) sexual content. ( **** )

Chapter Five

Zamaria

Zamaria sat at her vanity applying her makeup for the night. It's been three days since she ran into Greyson, literally. He was right for her to not walk on her ankle. It had started swelling right before she had to go into work that day. It resulted in her having to wear her ankle brace; which meant she was barely allowed to do anything but private rooms. There weren't many requests for private dances during the time, so it kept her off her feet for a while.

"Red you have a request for a private dance in an hour." She heard Bryson say through the curtain. "Room 7."

Although she enjoyed the private rooms, she felt freer out on stage. With the private rooms, you get to keep all the money, but lord knows she was tired of the drunk sleaze bags that showed up in them. She was just glad Mikey, the owner, was letting her work the floor today. Her ankle wasn't 100% but it was a whole lot better than a few days ago.

After adjusting her red bikini top and strapping on her black pumps Zamaria grabbed her money bag and headed out to the floor. She examined the late-night crowd and seen the room packed full of females.

Friday nights were lady's night. Ladies get in free before midnight. These were her least favorite nights because you had the group of girls that weren't afraid to have fun and spend money. Then you had the few girls that were too scared to do anything. Then you had the few that came with their boyfriends and want to give you the stink eye when you try to dance with him and shut down like a nun when you try something with her.

It always gave her a headache.

As she scanned the floor, she spotted a group of girls in the VIP section, one of which was having her bachelorette party.

"My kind of people." She mumbled to herself and made her way over to them. As she got closer, she saw Whiskey, one of the other dancers making her way over. Zamaria couldn't stand her stank ass. Rolling her eyes, she put on a smile made her way up the steps with Whiskey behind.

"Hey ladies, I see we have a bride-to-be here. How about a special dance from me and my friend Whiskey here?" She watched as the girl's face turned red as a tomato as her friends cheered her on to have some fun. Finally, she nodded her head took a deep breath.

"Is this your first time?" Zamaria asked as she began winding her hips in front of her as Whiskey worked the other girls.

"Yeah, I've never been to a strip club before." She heard her say softly. Club virgins were her favorite to deflower. They were so shy and meek, reminded her of her first time.

Zamaria grabbed the girl's hand and placed it on her breast giving it a squeeze. "So, tell me, are you a boob girl or an ass girl?" She asked turning around and slapping her right ass cheek making it bounce.

"Um, maybe boobs?"

Smiling Zamaria turned around and pulled on one of her strings that tied around her neck letting the bikini fall down and hang from her torso. "Go on, I don't bite." She winked.

The girl hesitantly reached up and cupped Zamaria's full breast in her hands blushing at the contact. Her friends seemed to enjoy her discomfort and cheered her on yelling for her to 'spank that ass and motorboat those titties'. Zamaria laughed along with them bouncing to the song shaking her titties in the girl face. Once she's had enough tormenting her, she allowed Whiskey to take over as she danced for her not-so-shy friends.