Let me fuck you with my heels on yea
Let me ride on your ding dong
I've been waiting for you so long take me to the swing song
Let's fuck to a slow song
I got a lot of things to show you yea
I'm gonna fuck you like I owe you
Let me put this pussy on you
Use it control you mi glad seh mi know you
I swing my hips against the pole. This be my track man I started doing my famous tricks on the pole. Making the crowd go wild. I started making my ass clap then started twerking.
I love dancing dancing is my life being a stripper wasn't my goal. But it's what I Gatta do to make money being a one night stand to a thug then got pregnant wasn't what I was planning but I love my little bad ass. I collected my money off the stage then went to the bar to get a shot
"Bling you got requested in the private room " my manager said
Bling is my stripper name if yall are asking.
" alright"
" by the way u did great up there ma."
" thanks"
After that I started walking to room 416 aka the private room"
What nigga wants a private dance anyways.
I walked in then went to choose my music I chose bandz make her dance
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
I started twerking on this nigga and in seconds I felt his hood getting happy. I smirked I turned around and put my leg over his shoulder. Mans were trying to touch my ass but I stopped that before he got any closer.
" no touchy "
" sorry ma"
I finished what I was doing and collected my money from this nigga. Right when I was about to leave he called out to me.
" can I have your number ?"
" nah" I said simply
"Why not ma lemme take you out some time Lemme show u a real nigga let me love you like a real nigga should"
" I don't believe in love" after that I left
I went to my locker got my money put that in my wallet. Changed into my Adidas track suit and left to give my manger his cut. Then left to get my baby , I miss his badass.
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Stripper's Don't Love
Short StoryI think her best work is on stage. Spotted lights, animal caged Northern Pole; just phase; Skin, Flesh, Yearning, Craved. Cover girl issues, makes front page. to touch her HEART you gotta feel her PAIN.
