FLEX
The orange light flashed over the stage as the DJ announced me.
A full house meant more money and brought me closer to my goal of opening my own studio.
I strutted out onto the stage floor. I grabbed the pole, swinging my body around, spreading my legs wide, and clicking my stilettos together.
My body moved in sync with every beat of the music.
This shit was like art. The more you did it, the more you could express your creativity freely in your own way.
I let go of the pole and stood in front of the stage as I bounced up and down, raising my hands to hype up the crowd.
My body swayed like a snake before I turned and got lost in the music.
Bounce, bounce.
Step kick, step kick.
Bounce, bounce.
I gripped the pole, climbing my way up. Both hands held the pole as I spun, shaking my legs and ass in the air.
I landed right on my feet with a smooth bounce.
My head leaned forward before I looked over my shoulder at the crowd to see them going wild.
I swiveled again and saw a fine ass nigga staring at me while he pulled on his blunt.
I ran my hand down my body as I caught his gaze. My legs parted slightly as I shook my thighs, letting my ass wiggle wildly. I wanted to get closer to him, so I did. Bounce, bounce.
Step kick, step kick.
Bounce, bounce.
His shoulder-length locs, medium brown skin, and a hint of roughness caught my attention.
I made my way toward him as he blew out smoke and watched me.
I squatted in front of him, patted my pussy, and winked at him.
He nodded slowly as he and some girl snapped the band on the stack of money in their hands and tossed it at me.
It was stuff like this that made dancing all worth it.
When my set was finally over, I rushed to the back to change so I could catch up with the nigga who stood in front of the stage watching me.
I had never seen him in the club before, but I knew what a nigga with money looked like.
Once I changed clothes, I made my way to the club’s floor when I was met by the girl who had thrown all that money on the stage.
When I was able to catch a full glimpse of her, I realized she was the girl from the studio.
She must have thought the same thing. “I’ve seen you before.
I didn’t know you were a dancer. You were the shit! ” she squealed.
I glanced over her shoulders as my eyes squinted, trying to spot who I was looking for. She swiveled her head to catch my eyes, “You’re looking for my brother?” she asked.
Brother? My eyes landed back on her as I smiled. “He’s your brother?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, but I wanted to ask you something.”
I honestly wanted her out of my fucking way so that I could move around, but if the dude I was looking for was, in fact, her brother, I would suck it up. I placed a fake grin on my face. “Sure, ask.”
“Have you heard of the Zoo Boyz?” she asked.
“No.”
Her head flew back as if I were lying. For the most part, I tried to stay out of the streets, but that became difficult at times, especially when dealing with Scooter. I glanced back over her shoulder, then back at her. “Was that your question?”
She gave me a short smile. “We’re trying to throw Foe, I mean my brother, a surprise party, and I wanted to know if you would dance. He’s a part of the Zoo Boyz, the biker niggas, vroom, vroom.”
This shit was too easy. “Sure.”
She handed me her phone, and I entered my information.
Before I could move away from her, I saw him approaching.
I ran my hand through my braids as my nerves took over.
They were so bad, you would never guess I was the girl stripping naked for men I didn’t even know, just a few minutes ago.
He didn’t look at me as he started talking to his sister. “You ready to head out?”
My head swung to catch his eyes. “Why are you leaving so early? The party is just starting,” I jumped in.
He cut his eyes at me. “I don’t need to be here.”
“Well, you’re here now, so why leave?”
His eyes narrowed in on me as he ran his hand down his face, “Look, not that I have to explain to you because you work for me. I was talking to my sister and not you. Before a nigga becomes disrespectful, I need you to step away.”
So, he was the owner. He was the nigga all the dancers had been talking about.
He was the man in charge, and that only turned me on more.
My phone vibrated in my bag. I knew it could only be Scooter, as bad as I didn’t want to walk away, I did.
I knew I would see Foe again soon, if not here, definitely at his party, and a bitch couldn’t wait.