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“Goddamn, Flex, you look good as fuck!” one of the girls walking by said to me.
I glided on my black lipstick as an added touch before I stood when I heard the DJ tell Foe to get on the stage.
I glanced at my skimpy neon orange two-piece.
The added glitter and baby oil on my body made me shine like a fucking star.
My hair was in two long cornrows. I rolled the orange shiesty mask down over my face, leaving only my eyes and mouth exposed.
I pinched at my long lashes to ensure they were secure before I turned and strutted from the back toward the stage.
The goal was to pull out my best moves. I wanted to leave Foe wanting more and I was determined to do whatever I could to do so.
The DJ continued on the mic as I stood near the stage, looking at the back of Foe’s head as he sat on the stage.
“Foe, we know it’s your birthday so what better way to celebrate than to flex some pussy on the stage. Ayo Harvey, are you taking applications? Cause any woman willing to get her nigga a stripper for his birthday is one I want.”
Everyone laughed, but Foe turned to him, sticking his middle finger out. “You don’t want a job.” I heard Foe say.
I glanced in the audience, and Harvey was sitting in a chair directly in front of the stage, facing me.
The way she gazed at him, I could tell they were locking eyes.
The lady who came in with Lakia stood next to Harvey, waving her hands.
She had on a short, red wig with worn-out curls; the back of it was flipped up by the neck.
I could tell she had worn that wig more times than she could count.
The damn wig was screaming for hydration.
She wore a tan body suit with an orange, cheap shirt tied at her stomach, and that told me all I needed to know. It had to be his momma.
The DJ turned toward me and nodded. The lights dimmed low as he dropped the music. I slow strutted onto the stage.
Slow, strut, slow, strut.
Slow, strut, slow, strut.
Slow, strut, slow, strut.
By the time I was entirely on stage, I stood behind him and allowed my hands to caress his shoulders.
I’d become nervous, and I had done this shit a million times, but this felt different.
My eyes landed on Harvey as she crossed her legs, narrowing her eyes at me.
I came around, standing in front of him.
I almost melted because he was that damn fine.
That’s when I dropped into a squat-like position.
My head tilted to the side as my body rocked.
Back, forth. Pussy tap.
Back, forth. Pussy tap.
“A shiesty, huh?” he mouthed.
I placed my finger to my lips before I pointed toward my pussy. I got on all fours, crawling toward him.
Head in his lap.
I swiveled my face all in his lap as I came up snake-like close to his lips.
The way he gazed at me, I knew he liked this shit, and now that I knew I had him, it was time to turn this shit up a notch.
I stood turning his chair so he could no longer look at Harvey.
I walked over to the DJ and gave him the cue to change the song.
He scratched and mixed as he went into the next song.
I could see Foe grin. All that did was hype me up more.
Step skip, step skip, bounce.
Step skip, step skip, bounce.
I ran up to the pole, grabbed it, swung my body forward, spreading my legs wide, then clinking my stilettos together.
A very handsome younger guy was now standing next to Harvey, tossing money on the stage. While the older lady was on the other side, throwing her hands up. “Fuck it up!”
I swung my body around, landing in a split. Booty bounce. Left cheek, right cheek. While on all fours, I rocked forward then scooted back.
Rock forward, scoot back.
Rock forward, scoot back.
Rock forward, scoot back.
When I reached Foe, I lifted my legs until they were around his waist. I used my hands to push my upper body up.
I raised my hips and slammed my pelvis on his lap and allowed myself to shake free in his face.
That’s when more money floated in the air and came down on us.
I was so focused on dancing; I didn’t notice that Harvey had walked on stage.
When I glanced back, she slid a blunt in between his lips. He glanced up at her.
I love you. He mouthed to her.
Love. That was a word I knew nothing about, but it was clear they were in deeper than I thought.
Love. I thought I had that with Scooter, but what he and I had wasn’t love.
I got up from his lap and strutted over toward the pole.
I spun to see him grip her hip, sitting her on his lap.
He pulled at the blunt as he watched me behind the smoke.
Harvey grinned. Keep dancing. She mouthed.
The fuck? She nodded. She paid me well, so although I wanted to push her ass off his lap, I continued. When I moved closer to them, Harvey got a good grip of my ass as she bit down on her bottom lip. “Good girl,” I heard her say.
Foe nodded with approval. I didn’t know if I was turned on or freaked out. I wiggled my thighs, letting my ass become the star of the show when I spotted Scooter walking into the club. He glanced at the stage, but his eyes were focused on someone else, and that was Mison.