Saving The Devil

4. MISTRESSES!!!

We're dressed in long baggy jeans and polk-a-dot button down dress shirts, tied above our navel while our hair is held up in one by matching bandanas. We stood horizontally with our backs to the audience, left leg bent out and on our toes. Right hands resting on our hips. Head glancing over our right shoulders as we await our cue.

1. 2. 3. (Lights come on, rhythm begins and we turn facing the crowd, right leg now mounted)

If you have a sweet tooth
(walks out in inverted V-formation with me as point)
You can taste my watermelons
(stops walking and rips shirt off letting it fall to the floor then resumes walking)
If the swing set bores you
(moves our chest to beat)
I can show you all my talents
( leans forward and rips of pants)
I can wear a tan
(sexually rubs throat and breast while still moving hips)
Like other bitches can't. You can have all this boy
(Slide hands down to private area)
And there's only one thing that I want(pats private area) from(pats private area again) you(points to crowd)
(Kicks foot up and turn; crowd yells at the sight of our asses and we begin to whine)
C'mon let me ride your bicycle so fantastical on your bicycle

(bends over as if to touch our ankle while loosing bandanas)
We can get a little more physical baby after all it's only natural

(flips head up and begin to twerk)

I feel it coming coming coming.
(whips hair back and forth)
WOW!
(continues to twerk)
Running running running. WOW! (flips hair again)

(C'mon Let Me Ride-Skylar Grey ft Eminem)

And the more shouts echoed in my ears, the more energy I got. The rush was something from the movies and all I knew is that I could do this forever!

To my surprise, louder, heftier shouts of approvals sprang through the air once the routine came to an end. Money came hurling towards us!

MISTRESSES! MISTRESSES!! MISTRESSES!!!

The longer they went on, the more money was thrown on stage! Our chest heaved and sweat ran like river but nothing could compare to the amazing sensation, pulsing through my veins.

A few whistles, 'agains' and 'encores' flooded the building as we gave our best smiles and wave. Some of the girls even blew a few kisses here and there, then the club once again went dark while we leaped off stage.

"That's the best show yet!" Natasha grabbed me "And you...you can move!!!"

"That's what freaking crazy Dee!"

We all stood there, well most of us, Natasha was bouncing around and basking in our glory.

"Here comes the best part" Tia announced. Before I could ask what it was though, a wedge began pushing the tips on the stage towards us!

Ho-ly Shit!!!

We rushed forward and begun grabbing notes off the floor. I saw the others stuffing it in a sparkly box place aside and did the same. All I could think of was just how I would repay the man that granted me this experience. The chance to be a part of something so special.

Yes bitch yes!!!

Huddled around the box which we took back to our dressing room, we stared in awe as Tia counted our tips.

I knew I zoned out because when I came back to earth, everyone's faces were hibiscus red.

"22 Hundred Dolloars!!!" The girls screamed and threw their hands up in the air, but me, I remain dead still.

"So that's 22 for 5" Tia continued.

At some point or the other I began questioning myself. You see, what this author had forgotten to tell you readers is that at age 5, I suffered damage to the occipital lobes in my brain causing my imagination to become so strong, that my brain thinks it's the real deal. Example: Me bashing in chatty's face at the grocery store. Yep, hallucinations!

Usually, it plays out until my mind is wrenched away or I realize what's happening and pry my mind's eye open. But this wasn't that. This wasn't some mind game...oh no, this was real!

"I don't know about you girls but I think Dee deserves the most, after all, this newbie just saved our asses!" Tia chuckled.
Once again, if I hadn't been lost staring, I would have sobbed right then and there. Replying with a 'guy's I can't do that' or a 'you really think so' but instead I remained silent.

"So that's 400 for you, 4 for you, and you and 4 me ofcourse, then Dee you'll get six"

"Dee?"

"Deandra" Gabi snapped her fingers "Back to earth!"

Finally they've noticed I'm a corpse. Now all that's left, is for them to notice the shadow of a figure leaning aimlessly on the back wall of our dressing room!
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Boo! If y'all on snapchat definitely go check out Something Scary! This woman tells spooky stories from legends from around the world. Its crazzzzy!!!

Who could it be though? If you think you know, comment and we'll see. Winners gets a dedication in the chapter that his identity is revealed!!!!

Btw, how was their performance? Will I be seeing you at Rowland's anytime soon?

Just let me know down in the comments and I hope your enjoying the story😊

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dios...

Until next time...