Karamel
I got on stage and walked around the pole. As R. Kelly’s Old Jam Bump N’ Grind played loudly in the background. I danced slowly and teasingly to the Hustlers, old coons and Blue collar niggas. Looking into the crowd with my Big Hazel Eyes I knew that I had every nigga in Club Loyalty’s attention. I was grinding and moving as if I was in a mirror at home. Tonight I decided to dance slowly instead of fast and tiredly. I spun around and around the pole repeatedly. By the time R. Kelly said “Girl You need someone, Someone like me to satisfy your every need” I Dipped low and wined my ass in small perfect circles. The audience hooped and hollered throwing dollars all over the stage. The song came close to an ending so I Bent over, giving every person a clear shot of my round ample ass, wiggling just a little as picked up my money that I had clearly worked hard for.
Picking up the last few bills I felt someone touch and squeeze her ass, standing up I smacked the fuck out of whoever had the nerve to put their dick beaters on my body. The number one rule I had was “NO TOUCHING!” everyone. I mean everyone knows this rule. Even the DJ said it before I came on the stage. Ignorant motherfuckers who thought because they had a little cash and that I was a stripper thought it didn’t apply to them nshit.
“Muthafucka don’t touch me!” I gritted spitting nothing but venom. Everybody in the club laughed at the young incompetent thug. It’s like they knew that this dirt black motherfucker was a new comer to Loyalty. I hated when lil arrogant niggas thought every stripper was a HOE and had HOE tendencies. I was definitely in the few that weren’t like that at all.
“Damn bitch I just wanted to see if it was real!” The lil thug said to me as he rubbed his cheek and tried to touch my ass again. He was obviously drunk and high on something.
“What the fuck don’t you understand? If you want your hand you better not touch me again!” In one quick move I swiftly pulled out my favorite switch blade. You had to be able to protect yourself in this business because bitches don’t give a fuck. He seen the shiny thin blade and it spooked him a little.
“I’m sorry ma!” He held his hands up As If he was surrendering as he backed off the stage.
“Where the fuck is security? I swear I’m tired of this Shit hole!” I yelled as she entered the dressing room.
All the girls in there gave me evil looks and stares. They all hated my fucking guts they didn’t like that Baby made it a rule that when I got on stage all other shit around the club Ceased. Of course he had a little crush on me but what could I do with a short, chubby, and Caucasian that was in his mid-50 with 2 or 3 missing teeth. On top of that he had a mouth full of gold’s! Hell he had more missing teeth than gold’s. I mean others would’ve jumped at the chance to fuck the Owner of the most popular club in the A, but nah that aint how I roll. I aint that bitch.
“The fuck y’all looking at?” I snapped.
“Your too good ass!” A girl with wide hips and bucked teeth mumbled. This was a bitch I had to duke it out with on the regular. The hoe popped out the mouth too much and it cost her to get popped right in her damn dick sucking ass mouth. She thought she ran shit around here and she thought her ugly ass looked like a “Stallion”, which was her stage name. If you asked me her stage name should have been DONKEY.
I rolled my eyes and popped my lips, “So y’all mad because I don’t want a bitch touching and feeling on my body like y’all mutted out asses? Tuh!” I swung my naturally long hair and started getting ready to leave.
Fuck them bitches! I thought.
After my performances on Fridays, I usually got the fuck out of Loyalty because I really didn’t want to body a jealous bitch or a tempted nigga. Loyalties Best day of the week was Friday aka Payday. I scooped up my shit and got dressed into a Jordan Jump man Sweat suit. I didn’t want to leave out this Muthafucka with some skimpy shit on because these niggas in the A were CooCoo for Cocoa puffs over some pussy especially some stripper pussy. I didn’t want to give a man a reason to get bold as I was making my exit.
