I stood up giving yellow shirt another chance. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my ass. I swung my booty in a circle swirling my hips and tummy. “Damn can I get a dance too,” the person in the green shirt finally spoke.

I had wasted enough time with yellow shirt his dick wasn’t there. Therefore, I threw my leg over, Green shirt and twerked my ass. “This ass,” he said, grabbing and smacking my ass. He used all his fingers for a good grip. I looked at, Yellow shirt, but he avoided eye contact. Green shirt dick sprouted so I grabbed it. He had a nice handful.

“Oh…” “Okay…” “Damn…”Everybody in the room said simultaneously

” Neisha you don’t disappoint with your sexy ass,” Donald said. “The show starts in a couple of hours, go into the dressing room, and wait please.”

I walked out of the office; I could feel the eyes on me. Yellow shirt was holding the door. I slowly and gently rubbed yellow shirts dick one last time, and to my surprise, he had a lot of dick to give. He must have had it tucked. My strong dominant and aggressive personality turns some men off others love it.

“I would eat that ass like a burger,” somebody said as I walked away.

I pushed the doors open to the dressing room; as soon as the door opened, the potent smell of weed smacked me in the face. All eyes were on me as I walked through the door. “Oh… are you new?” A woman in white asked me. Something like that I said. “What’s your name?” She asked me. Neisha I replied, looking into the mirror.

The woman in white started laughing. I cut my eyes at her. A strong feeling came over me; I was about to beat somebodies ass. I don’t remember making a joke. “I meant your stage name babe.” She said, walking up to me. “Awe” I shrugged my shoulders, “I haven’t thought of a name yet,” I told her.

A short, hyperactive loudmouth woman injected herself into our conversation. “What about raspberry” she suggested. “Sure… I guess”, I said, looking at her, she was in my space, and nobody was talking to her. If I were here for a job, I would have beat her ass. Unfortunately, I was doing a favor for somebody.

The woman in the white made a face but quickly hid it. I’m far from stupid.

Later that night

 I was coming out of the bathroom, and I overheard those two laughing.

I didn’t pay it any attention until I heard loud mouth say; “do you remember who raspberry was?” “She was the bitch with stank, pussy,” she screamed laughing, “every time that nasty bitch name was called dudes left the club.” “We made so much money that month,” she laughed while choking. “The new girl looks like her pussy stank anyways,” she kept bumping her gums.

I just wanted to stick my nail into her throat, and pop off her small ass head. The woman in white shook her head. The short girl kept talking shit: “She walked in this bitch like she was the shit,” “she probably one of them hos that will go the extra mile for a quick 100!” She laughed a high pitch laugh with tears coming out of her eyes.

I waited a couple of minutes then went back into the dressing room; the short bitch had Make-up smeared across her face from laughing so hard earlier. “Neisha was it”? The chick in the white asked me. “Yeah,” I said laughing on the inside. “Raspberry doesn’t fit you she said, shaking her head.” “How about chocolate drip or something,” she said.

“No raspberry is okay,” I said.

“She gifted me that name,” I pointed at the short girl. “It would be messed up to change it, I told her.”

”Okay then…” she said. “ Well my name is Brianna, but I go by honey or brown sugar,” “her name is Cupcake,” she pointed. I looked at the time it was nine o’clock, and it was time for me to open for the next performer. These ho’s had no idea who the fuck, I was… but it was okay; I could quickly shut some shit down.

The dressing room door flew open, in piled the other dancers. “Hey,” most of them said to me. “Hello, ” I responded. An older woman sat in the corner of the room; she had a little station full of things.

She had make-up, outfits, shoes, and feminine products and more. I walked over to her and introduced myself. She asked if I wanted my make-up done. I told her that I didn’t wear make-up she smiled at me for a moment, then offered to do it free. I didn’t like make-up simply because of the cleanup or the evidence that it left behind.

“No thank you,” I told her simply. “Can I see your shoes?” She asked. “Sure,” I said, handing her my heels. “These are dangerous on the stage dear,” she said, looking at my shoes. “I wear a size 6 I told her.” “Okay, I will loan you some dancing shoes, and I’ll hold on to these,” she said, digging through her shoes handing me a pair.

I was ready; I had my shoes I already had my outfit. The club called out the Dancers one by one. When it was my turn, Yellow-shirt came and got me because I was new. “What’s your name?” He asked me. He took me upstairs to the stage. My stage name is raspberry I told him. “Oh hell no!” “Who told you to take that name?” He asked me upset.

“Cupcake,” I said, smirking. “Oh, that damn druggy?” He said. “Look imma be real with you,” he said. “I like you. I think you’re lovely.” “Raspberry was a girl that use to work here.” “She was cool, cute and everybody loved her,” “she fell in love with a customer, and he turned her out.” “He burned the side of her face and tricked her out.” “We don’t know what she got from him,” “but it made her pussy smell like a zoo.” He said, shaking his head. “She was young, too making all the money in here I think some of the girls got jealous and set her up” he explained.

“I can see you can handle yourself so I’m not worried.” “So… now you know, let’s change that name, “he said. “ Nope, I’m fine what that name,” I said smirking. His eyes opened wide. “Did you not hear what I just said about that name? “ He looked me up and down. “I heard you, but, I love playing mind games,” I told him. He nodded his head, and I walked up the stairs for him to introduce me.

“Up next we have a sexy treat for yall!” He said in the microphone. “Please welcome to the stage raspberry,” he said. I could hear the crowd booing from behind the curtain. Donald’s music started playing. I walked on stage like a model. When I got on to the stage, the chairs near me were empty, and people were walking away.

I wasn’t here for them, my target was looking right at me, and that’s all that mattered. Cory and I made eye contact. He watched me dance as he sat close to the stage. Coory held up money, and I squatted in front of him. He froze in time looking at my pink piercing run through the hood of my clit. Cory watched Terrell, and I have sex, but from a distance versus up close was another story.

He tucked the 50 in my booty shorts. “Oops,” I said, closing my legs. I smiled at him giving all my attention to him. I knew it was only a matter of time. The beast flashed in his eyes. I smirked giving him a sexy stage dance. I had given Cory enough time. I looked over to the other person. “What’s your name honey?” I asked him, “Tyler” he answered. My target was in front of me. “Do you like what you see?” I asked him. He nodded his head, watching me.

I walked over to the pole and did my performance. “Go wash Yo pussy you stank ho!” Some person yelled near the stage. I stopped everything I was doing to glare at him. “Excuse me?” I said, crawling towards the edge of the stage. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I kept it professional.

“Yo pussy stank bitch!” He snapped. “I remember you rotten raspberry I thought they fired Yo stank ass!” He yelled walking up to the stage. I laid on my back and wiggled my thighs clapping my ass. I motioned for him to come closer with my finger gesture. He came closer and closer, and like a Venus Flytrap, I snapped his face between my legs Squishing him in my hot cave of juices, which caught a lot of attention. People walked back to their seats and watched my performance.

I released the loud mouth man.  I Looked him dead in his eyes. He could have grabbed a quick lick, but instead, he just laid his head between my legs, resting his head. We made complete eye contact. I dared him to keep playing with me.

I rolled over on my stomach and twerked for the crowd; I felt many hands touching my body. I undid my zipper; my boobs dropped out like big ass juicy cantaloupe. “Got damn!” The drunk man yelled biting on his lips. He pulled out stacks of the twenties’ and threw them on the stage. I wasn’t here for the money. I went back over towards Tyler. I handed him my string to my booty shorts telling him to pull it. As he pulled the strap on my booty shorts Out popped my wet gushing trimmed pussy.

"Oops," I said quickly closing my legs and running back to the pole. Tyler's eyes got big. The strip-club wasn't full nudity.

From the look on his face, I could tell he saw me oozing. Cody’s had the same face. I scanned the crowd; everybody in the front row had the same face. They all wanted to fuck my soul out my body.

I swung around the pole I Clapped my ass some more, did the splits and rubbed on my body. The crowd threw money. I went a step further pulling off my wig and letting my curls drop on my face. My mission was complete; I just had to meet them. I made sexy sex poses, as I exited the stage biting on my finger and rubbing my clit. I’m sure I broke many rules, but I didn’t care.

I walked behind the curtain, leaving; two people quickly stopped me: yellow shirt telling me to get my money, and the crowd yelling my damn name. If bitches weren’t jealous before, they were now. “I don’t need that damn money,” I told him walking away. I guess he went to go pick it up because he ran into the dressing room with the money in a bag. “Count this man,” he said, pulling out the money counter. He dumped all my money on a table, and the room got quiet.

I had nothing but the ’50s and ’20s. Yellow shirt put the bills into the machine; the end amount of cash after was 8,000. “Wow, girl you made that money” cupcake said breathing all over me. “I guess…” I said, shrugging my shoulders. Yellow shirt put rubber bands on my stack of bills. “Damn Anthony you never come back here for us,” cupcake said jealously. Anthony ignored her whole existence.

I walked over to the older woman to retrieve my shoes. “Good job baby,” she said, handing me my shoes back. “Thank you,” I said, handing her a stack.

“Shid… can I have one too,” Anthony joked? Sure, I said, tossing him a stack. “Ooh, I want one too best friend” cupcake said, walking up to me. I knew all the dirt on cupcake; yellow-shirt was her dealer. “Sure,” I said follow me, I said, leaving the dressing room. “Anthony,” I called out his name for the first time.

He looked at me almost blushing. “How can I get one of these private rooms?” I asked him. “I mean slide me the money, and I will take care of it,” he said. I handed him the money. “Don’t forget party favors,” I told him referring to drugs.

I texted Cody was telling him that I had a private room, and to meet me and bring Tyler. Once everybody was in the area, the fun started. Cody and I were on the same page. I looked over at Tyler cupcake, and Anthony I held up my glass toasting to fun times.

We were sipping and partying, and wilding out. –wet the bed by Chris Brown was playing so I got up, and started dancing. I was curious to see who was going to eat my pussy tonight. I just danced in place rolling my hips.

“Can I get a second chance?” Anthony asked, coming up behind me holding my hips. “Maybe,” I said, smiling still dancing. “I like your natural hair better,” he said grinding on my booty. I was feeling good vibing to the music. He rubbed his hands up and down my body. We slow danced in place and out of nowhere, he pulled my hair. My neck yanked back. “You’re just so fucking sexy!” He said squeezing me. I put my claws away this time; I let a man take charge for once.

Was he about that life? Could he fuck me in front of all of these people? I closed my eyes and pictured the scene, and I instantly leaked down my thigh. My clit started to pulsate as I lightly touched it through my outfit. “You hear me?” Anthony asked, pulling my hair harder. I gasped hard my vision was cloudy; I had a strong urge to fuck everybody in the room.

I grabbed his hand and placing his hand between my legs. “Oh hell yeah!” He said sucking my juices off his finger. I chuckled as he quickly picked me up carrying me to the couch. “Get with it or get lost!” He yelled, slamming me on the couch.

I looked around the room; nobody moved. I guess they were down. Tyler was doing a line of coke off the table, and Cupcake was drooling next to him. “Duck, duck, and goose,” I said giggling pointing at Cupcake.

“Why are you pointing at me?” She asked. “What are you willing to do for this stack best friend?” I asked her chuckling with lustful eyes. “I’m a lesbian,” she said. “Exactly,” I said, looking at her. “I will give you a half of a stack every time you make me come,” I said biting my lip. “Wait, how do I know you’re not lying?” She asked, looking around the room. “I don’t lie,” I said, handing her a stack just to prove my point. “You can take it and get the fuck out!” “Or stay and have some fun,” I said smirking.

“Neisha I will eat your pussy ass,” “whatever don’t waste that pretty pussy,” Anthony said kissing my stomach. I poked out my lip. “But I want her,” I said smirking.

I laid on my back looking at her; I wanted that loud mouth bitch to eat my pussy and lick my ass I wanted my fade. “Okay, I’ll do it!” “Move!” Cupcake said, pushing Anthony off me.

She pulled my legs opened, and I watched her. I handed her my foot, “suck my fucking toes,” I told her. She kissed my feet slipping them into her mouth. I giggled snatching my feet away. She pulled my shorts down roughly, and I quickly stopped her.

“Nah eat my pussy with love,” I said holding her jaws. She slowed down her pace. She took her time unwrapping my shorts as everybody watched. I gasped as her mouth encountered my throbbing clit. “Yeah, just like that!” “Suck this pussy!” I moaned, holding her head down. I pushed her face deeper into my ocean drowning her. I mushed her head onto my clit, as I ground against her face. “Coke is one hell of a drug, huh?” I asked her sarcastically.

She looked up at me with her face-soaking wet. “Don’t look at me!” I said, pushing her head back down. “Eat all of my pussy!” I said, pulling her head, guiding her. “Open you’re that big ass mouth,” I told her. She opened her mouth, sucking on all of my pussy. 

Her sucking on my feet and me dominating her was a power play nothing more. I rolled my eyes as I felt my end coming. “Yes, suck this pussy!” I said as my legs jerked. “Ooh, your soft ass tongue!” I screamed squirting into her mouth. Her eyes got big as I filled her mouth. “Swallow all my juices!” I moaned. I fell back on the couch convulsing. When I came down, I took the money out the rubber hand, throwing it at her. “There you go, best friend,” I said laughing.