2. Chapter 1
The club was packed. The DJ kept spinning the cuts while the dancers showed out on stage. Men threw money like they had more of it at home. Security stood alongside the crowd nodding their heads to the beat while bartenders tried to keep up with drink orders.
Then June mothafuckin' Park showed up blessing the club with her presence.
June stepped through the door and the club did exactly what Mercedes knew it would do.
Right at that moment, nobody seemed too interested in what they had been looking at five seconds ago.
They were captivated by her beauty. They were in complete awe of the goddess of a woman moving past them.
Long, silky black hair ran past her shoulders.
Her skin glowed under the club’s harsh lights looking radiant and sun-kissed.
Her light brown eyes scanned the room like she already peeped the type of time everyone would be on before she even got there.
The diamond in her belly ring glistened.
The green dragon tattoo along her ribs showed beautifully with the cut out dress she was wearing while pink cherry blossoms adorned her left thigh.
June moved through the club without looking left or right, while everybody else was looking right at her.
She was turning heads up in that mothafucka.
One man damn near walked into somebody trying to watch her pass by.
With her head held high, June never broke her stride.
Mercedes walked over to her smirking. “See, boo? I told you yo ass was pressure.”
June smiled slightly without responding back.
She continued moving through the crowd like she owned it as her six inch stilettos clicked against the floor.
She had the kind of confident glide that made grown men forget their name.
Mercedes led her through the crowd. The club was definitely one on tonight.
Music blasted from the speakers, dancers moved through the sections, and money seemed to be raining down everywhere.
“The manager’s office is back here,” Mercedes said, jerking her head toward a back door behind the bar. “C’mon boo... Time to see who runs the show.”
Mercedes led her to the back office. The manager was a tall, handsome man with modelesque facial features.
He had a low-cut Caesar with deep waves and was bent over his desk, focused on the papers in front of him with a blunt dangling from his mouth.
The moment he saw June, it fell from his lips.
His eyes damn near popped out the sockets as he quickly picked it up before it burned the papers on his desk.
She was unbelievably bad. She was fine shit for real.
“Damn, Cedes, who the fuck is this?” he muttered, barely able to look away.
Mercedes stated. “This is June. She's the newbie I was telling you about last night Marcus. This is her first night.”
He didn’t pay Mercedes ass no mind. June stood there like a trophy in a display case as her presence demanded every ounce of his attention. His eyes swept over her lingering on her hair, her tattoos, her belly piercing, and that bad ass body she had on her.
Marcus was easy on the eyes as well. He was fine, real fine.
He was 37 with a muscular build. He had a full beard, broad shoulders and a magnetic kind of confidence that made him stand out in a crowd.
Even now, in his office chair, he radiated power and dominance and June couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her body.
“Wassup, my name’s Marcus, I'm the owner of Heaven's Door” he said. A slow grin spread onto his handsome face and he held out his hand for her to shake it.
“June.” She took his hand and shook it firmly.
Marcus nodded. “June, huh?”
“Yeah.”
He studied her for a second before asking, “You got a stage name?”
June blinked. “A stage name?”
“Most of the dancers don't use their real names out there.” Marcus replied back.
June thought about it for a moment.
The women she knew were always searching for a way out.
The men who came into clubs were usually searching for something too.
A distraction.
An escape.
A fantasy.
A cure for whatever was weighing on them.
“Remedy,” she answered.
One side of Marcus's mouth lifted. “Remedy?”
June shrugged like it wasn't nothing. “Everybody's always looking for something. Might as well give 'em what they need.”
A laugh escaped Marcus before he nodded approvingly. “I like that.”
His eyes met hers again. “You ready to show me what you've got?”
June didn’t flinch. She held his gaze as her lips curled into a sexy smile. “Marcus… I was born ready,” June shot back sounding sassy and unapologetic.
Marcus chuckled and gestured toward the door. “Alright then, Remedy. Show me.”
June just grinned. She didn’t have to say nothing else, the message was already clear. June wasn't worried about a damn thing tonight. She was about to shut Heaven's Door the fuck down.
The club was already riled up from the last performance. Drinks spilled, laughter and cheers echoed, and the bass shook the walls like it wanted to tear them down.
The DJ grabbed the mic and pointed toward the crowd. “Aight fellas, let me ask y'all something!”
The crowd responded back. “WHAT?!”
“Are yall taking it easy, or is life draggin' yall just a little bit?”
The men laughed and started yelling back. “YEAHHHH!”
“You stressed?” The DJ screamed.
“FUCK YEAHHHH!” The people in the crowd replied.
“You tired of that baby momma drama?”
The crowd went wild answering yes.
The DJ grinned. “Well don't worry, because I got just what y'all need tonight!”
The room got louder.
“I got the remedy for all that shit!”
The crowd went ape shit crazy.
“Alright, well make some noise forrrrrrr... REMEDYYYYYY!”
The stage lit up in a hazy blend of pink and violet as June made her debut entrance.
Every eye locked on the spotlight as June stepped onto the stage.
She started off by hooking her leg around the pole to drop into an infamous fireman spin.
Then her eyes skimmed the crowd like she was picking and choosing who was going to get her attention.
When Beyoncé's Dance for You came through the speakers, June ran her hand along the pole before pulling herself up to climb it.
A second later, she slid down it carefully with her legs wrapped around it.
She licked her lips with an erotic slowness and the quick flash of her tongue ring caught more than a few eyes.
Nobody was talking now. They just watched in amazement.
The crowd leaned in as if they were drawn in by an invisible force.
Several bills floated through the air and landed at her feet.
Other bills came from trembling from hands that couldn't resist the desire stemmed from her performance.
She traced her fingers along the top of her breast, then slowly and teasingly ran them down her torso, pausing just enough to make the anticipation unbearable for them.
Some of the bolder men whispered to their friends.
“Yo… this bitch is as bad as fuck bro.” “Damn…. she new?” June wasn't just dancing for the crowd anymore.
She was showing off. And judging by the money hitting that stage, the crowd didn't seem to mind at all.
After a while she stopped being the new girl everybody was curious about.
Now she was the woman everybody was talking about.
Even the women couldn’t look away. Some were clapping and others were leaning on their friends shoulders with their mouths open, awed by her presence and her performance.
A few females shot sideways glances filled with envy, wishing they had even a fraction of her confidence and skill.
The stage didn't intimidate June not one bit.
If anything, she looked more comfortable up there than she did anywhere else.
Her eyes locked on the two men in the front row.
Got em' she thought to herself. She was going to use them to help make her performance sexy and unforgettable. A sly smirk curved her lips as she climbed to the top of the pole, and arched her body with ease that highlighted her flexibility and double-jointed grace. Then in one mesmerizing motion, she slid down as she twisted and curled her legs while dropping into a head-first suicide spin that stopped just inches from the stage floor. Once she reached the bottom, she whipped her legs down to get herself back on her feet and then she snapped right back up to a standing position to execute a perfect split. She winked seductively as she got up and walked closer to the edge of the stage, turning around before glancing over her shoulder. She did a sexy body roll making sure the attention was on her round ass cheeks. One man’s hand shook and a $100 bill fluttered to the floor.
The man next to him just sat there staring like he was caught up and June noticed.
And she wasn't about to take it easy on him.
She then walked back over to the pole and began twisting her body making it move like a snake.
She even threw in a few belly rolls making herself look better than the professional belly dancers.
Then the next song came on and June switched it up a bit.
She then began twerking and gyrating to LL Cool J's Doin' It Well.
She could feel herself about to start sweating but she continued to pop her thick hips and ride the beat like she was that bitch.
Soon after, she did a handstand against the base of the pole and she arched her back to let her legs drop over her head before busting into a fast booty shake.
From there, she flipped onto her back and did a bunch of leg switches and floor glides before standing back up and winding her body around the pole.
June was working her shit on stage. Every bend, every arch, and every split kept the crowd wanting more. Money kept landing on the stage while she moved like she knew exactly how to get them coins. And judging by the reaction she was getting? She did.
June extended a single finger toward the taller man, letting it trace a heart in front of his chest. She then bit her lip seductively and blew him a kiss.
She had him hypnotized as she dipped low to the floor, grinding her hips in a perfect whine as the song neared the end.
The shorter man watched the scene unfold then let out a breath feeling completely under her spell.
Then she walked toward the edge of the stage swaying her hips, letting the side of her leg brush just barely against their shoulders as she passed.
From the warmth of her body, the hint of her perfume, and the way she pressed so close, it was almost too much for them to handle.
She leaned down with her face just inches from the taller man’s, and she stuck her tongue out and teased him by playing with her tongue ring in a sexy way.
The shorter man’s eyes were glued to her mouth wishing he could put his dick inside and feel the ball from her tongue ring. The rest of the crowd gasped, clapped, and whistled, but those two men stayed stuck in a trance.
When the song ended, the crowd was stunned into silence. Marcus was completely mind blown. He was known for having dancers who popped their shit and did it well, but June topped the fucking cake.
“Goddamn… shit…” he muttered as he felt his dick rising in his pants. He had seen performers who could make a room cheer, but June didn't just perform. She ate and left no fucking crumbs.
June exited the stage like a goddess who had just claimed her kingdom.
Marcus shook his head like he still couldn't believe what he had just watched. “Damn, girl... Mercedes wasn't lying.”
She arched a brow. “Oh yeah? And what exactly was she not lying about?” June asked.
“That you are…” he paused trying to get his words together, “Something else. Better than any dancer I have ever seen in this fucking club.” He took a step closer, still careful to keep things professional.
“You got that shit, baby girl. Sexiness, confidence…presence, and I can’t stop thinking about how you dominated the stage out there. ”
June tilted her head and her lips parted slightly. “So were the niggas out there the only ones I impressed, or did I get yo ass too?” she asked, her voice dripping with sass.
He chuckled as he shook his head. “Maybe a little bit of both. But I need to know that you’re serious about this shit…
You want this, right?.... This ain’t just a one-night show, right?
Cause I can’t have you coming in here shaking the fucking club up and just walking away.
You got them niggas the fuck sprung out there, Ms. Remedy. ”
She laughed softly as she walked closer toward him. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be here,” she responded in a teasing but serious manner.
He leaned back slightly but he didn't move away. “Good,” he said. “Because I don’t just hire performers. I hire game changers… And you sweetheart,” His eyes roamed her body just a minute too long, “You are exactly that.”
June smirked. “Then you better make sure you can handle this game changer,” she said.
His heart was pounding. “Oh, I can handle it. Trust me,” he said even though he wasn't entirely sure if he meant her performance, or the way she had completely thrown him off his game.
From the first time since she walked through those doors, June knew exactly what she was doing.
And the funny part was that she was just getting started.