That's right nigga, throw mama's money on the stage. I dropped to my knees to lift each butt cheek separately as all these trick ass niggas dropped loads of cash on me. Rick Ross’s “money make me cum” blared from the speakers of the club as I hopped up and then dropped back down into a split. I turned over on my back to make my ass clap while they all watched me, fantasizing about what it would be like to lick and stick this pussy. Them niggas could keep dreaming. They’d be lucky if they could smell it.
The name’s Barbie, I know, not very seductive or stripper like, but it was a real name for somebody like me. I’m not like the rest of these stripper hoes. I have it all. I have everything that other bitches envy. I got book smarts and street sense, so it’s more than difficult to pull a wool over my motherfucking eyes. The funny thing is that I don’t have a sob story as to why I live this way. My parents were stupid rich, so I was born with a platinum spoon in my mouth. I went to all of the best schools. I wasn’t raped or molested or none of that feel sorry for me bullshit. I’m just a trill ass bitch. I do me. I love the rush of the life I live and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I was seventeen years old when I set foot into Addiction. It was being run by this old ass pervert, Big Norm. He had a thing for young girls and when this fresh pussy stepped through his door, his dick stood taller than me. He licked his lips and took a seat.
“So what can I do for you young thang?”
“I wanna dance.”
“Here? Why? A pretty little thing like you should be in school doing something else with yourself. This place is for those whose options have run out. Where are your parents?”
“Look her you old fuck I didn’t come here for a lecture, I get enough of that shit at home. I’m a straight A student at my school and I am well aware of what I want to do with my fucking life. This life is nothing to me. I only get one and I’m going to do with it as I please. Now either you gon let me show you how I twirk this pussy or just let me stop wasting my fucking time.”
Big Norm’s eyes had gotten big. I guess no one had ever talked to him like that before, especially not a seventeen year old girl. He sat back in his chair with the dick look on his face. He motioned for me to follow him out of his office and to the stage. He took a seat and a few of his flunkies sat beside him. I threw my book bag to the side and stepped up onto the stage. He put on that old ass song by LL Cool J “Doin it Wild” or some shit. Fuck it, I’ll work that shit anyway. I dance around the pole removing my clothes slowly. I climbed up the pole and slid down upside down with my legs spread eagle making my ass clap. I balanced myself on my hands and I slid to the floor. I was doing a handstand still clapping my ass. I flipped backwards into a split and then he motioned to me that he had seen enough. I hadn’t even started fucking myself on stage yet. Oh, well.
Big Norm didn’t want to risk being raided by the cops so he wanted me to wait until I made eighteen to start dancing officially. That was cool with me as long as he left those mama daddy speeches at the fucking door.
I walked through the dressing room with my bag as all the other strippers stared at me. Some had hate in their eyes because they knew I looked better and probably danced better than they did and others looked at me like a piece of meat, ready to be eaten. I sat my bag down in front of the mirror that was designated for me and I took a seat to makeup my face. It was introduction time.
“So you’re the new red bone that everyone was ranting and raving about huh?”
“Chill ma, I heard nothing, but good things. I’m Essence.”
“Nice to meet you Barbie, so what you doing in a place like this?” Essence asked.
“The same thing you’re doing,” I snapped
“Feisty! I like that. Well, I’m up next, so I gotta go. I hope you come and watch me dance.”
Essence was dark like tar and she had two basketballs behind her. Why is it that darker women have to be referred to as Chocolate or Essence? That’s some typical ass shit. I paid no mind to her after she walked away. She looked like that “everybody needs to know me” type chick, when in actuality she had no friends or admirers outside of the strip club. I continued to apply my makeup until the stripper next to me started to speak, causing me to fuck up my liner.
“Don’t pay Essence any mind. She’s an attention whore. You’d think she got tired of it with all the niggas out there grabbing her ass all night.”
“And who are you?” I asked.
Candy was a color I can’t describe. She wasn’t dark, and she wasn’t brown. Her complexion lit up a room and it was clean and clear. She was probably the only stripper in the whole vicinity that had her own eyes, hair, and nails. She was all natural and that shit was appealing to me for some reason. Her voice was soft as she spoke to me. I had to stop myself from watching her lips. I wasn’t into women and I didn’t want to fall into that statistic that most strippers were gay or bi. I was neither, strictly dickly. Even though I had only had sex with one man, I knew it was what I wanted. They could have that pussy licking shit.
Candy was my guide for the night. She showed me what to do and what not to do. She told me who was who and what was what. It was a busy night and I wasn’t shy for shit. Candy amused herself as she watched niggas cum on themselves, while I gyrated my hips. I went home with three G’s in my pocket that night.
Candy had become my best friend in and outside of the club. We hung out on a regular when we weren’t taking niggas hard earned money from them. We were the two baddest bitches in the club. Niggas already put us on a pedalstool.
It was another Saturday night. Candy and I decided to leave early so that we could hit up some regular clubs. We were taking her car and we’d come back to get mine later. I walked out first, because she stopped at the bar to talk to the bartender. As I walked toward Candy’s car a group of niggas were coming in my direction.
“Here we go.”
“Say ma you leaving already? Where you going can we come with you?”
“Damn why not. We got cake, if your time ain’t free.”
These niggas wanted more than to just hang out. To me every nigga in or around a strip club was just horny for any wet pussy. It didn’t matter what face was attached to it, that’s why it was so easy for me to take their money and not give a fuck. If they’d rather throw their hard earned money at me rather than the wife or girlfriend they had at home giving up the pussy for free, then that was more than alright with me. I was getting annoyed by these drunk as niggas and I had the feeling if they didn’t get what they wanted it was going to get ugly. Candy came out of the club and stepped up to meet me.
“What’s going on here?”
“We trying to get ya girl to chill.”
“She’s with me.”
All of their mouths dropped as Candy said that. I tried not to look to shocked myself since Candy obviously had some type of plan.
“She with you?”
“Nigga you heard what the fuck I said, she’s with me.”
“I like girls that like girls.”
“Yea well that’s all we like.”
“I don’t believe y’all.”
This nigga wanted a show and before I knew it Candy had her lips pressed against mine. Her lips were soft. She darted her tongue in and out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and got lost in her kiss.
“Aight shorty I respect that. I ain’t gon break up ya happy home or whatever, but the dick will be here if y’all ever need it.”
The crowd of niggas walked off toward the club. Candy and I fell into laughter and continued to walk to her car. We hit up all the major clubs where the ballers hung out at and then we headed back to her place. I was too drunk to do anything, but pass out.
The next morning I sat up with a major headache. Candy walked into the bedroom with coffee and a BC. I took it and I just stared at her. I felt a little weird once I was sober, because I remembered her kissing me. She must of sensed the awkwardness.
“Hey Barbie about last night I didn’t mean…”
“No cause I know you’re not like that.”
“It’s cool Candy. At least you’re a good kisser,” we both laughed.
“You are too. I um…I liked kissing you. I thought about doing again.”
“Why didn’t you?”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Before I could take the words back Candy was up on me kissing me. It felt even better now than it did last night. I sat my cup down on Candy’s nightstand and started to kiss her the way she was kissing me. She squeezed my breast and played with my nipples through her fingers and then she removed my clothes. I removed her clothes too. Candy’s face between my legs was the sexiest shit I had ever seen in my life. My toes curled as she feasted. She stopped when I came and slid me down on the bed.
“I want you to taste me Barbie.”
Candy knew what she wanted. She placed her legs over my face, sitting on it. I stuck my tongue out and Candy rode my tongue until she couldn’t take anymore. I had never eaten pussy a day in my life and never intended on it, but after tasting Candy, I never wanted another flavor in my mouth.
I sat up in my bed reading the headline on the front page of the local paper ‘Club Owner Found Floating in River.’ My first thought was what the fuck? Then I tried to gather my thoughts. Did that mean that the club was closed down? I got up and got dressed so that I could pass by the club. We all knew that Big Norm had been involved in some illegal shit, but we never expected to find him dead. Apparently he owed some niggas some money and he refused to pay up, so they laid his ass out. They had to know a lot about Big Norm to even get close enough to him.
I pulled up to the club and hopped out. When I got to the door, it was unlocked. I walked inside and Peaches, one of the bartenders, was standing at the bar cleaning glasses.
“Hey Peach, wassup?”
“You heard about what happened?”
“Yea girl, they woke me up out of my sleep last night, everybody all fucked up about the situation.”
“What’s gonna happen to the club?”
“His daughter Deon is gonna take over?”
“He has a daughter? How old was the bastard?”
“Bitch who knows, Deon came about when he got one of his employees pregnant. Deon is just some spoiled ass dyke bitch who thinks she can talk to people any type of way. Big Norm just paid her mama to stay the hell away from him. He didn’t want too much to do with her or Deon.”
“She here now?”
“Yea she’s in her daddy’s office.”
“Oh, have you seen Candy today?”
I walked away from the bar and went to meet my new boss. I knocked and then pushed the door open. Deon sat at her father’s desk in an all white suit. She could not have been her father’s child. I guessed her mom was a force to be reckoned with because she was a cutie. I lost my words as I stepped in.
“Um excuse me?”
“Hey, you are…”
“Oooh you’re Barbie. Beautiful.” She eyed me lustfully.
“Thank you. So you’re taking over huh? I just thought I’d come in and introduce myself. I’m sorry about your dad.”
“Yep I’m the new boss and fuck that nigga he got what he deserved. All we had was a check to check relationship anyway.”
Deon was harsh with her words. She clearly didn’t give a fuck about nothing but money and bitches. Even though she had not met her father, she definitely had his personality. She wasn’t ugly like him, but that mouth would make you think twice. After I was done making conversation, I walked out of the office to see if I could find Candy. I hadn’t seen her in almost three days.
As I walked into the dressing room I heard voices. One of them was Candy. I knew her voice from anywhere. I peaked in to catch the voice of the other person and when I looked in I saw Essence through a mirror. Candy spoke first.
“I told you I was gonna get that bitch, now give me my fucking money.”
“We are too much alike. I fucking hate you.”
“You love me, now come here and gimme that mouth.”
I didn’t know what to think or how to feel. I had been played. These bitches made a bet on who would fuck me and I fell for their game. I wanted to beat the shit out of both of them right there, but I had to hear what else they were saying. Candy and Essence quit kissing and Essence started talking.
“I hated you spending all that time with her.”
“Essence I don’t have time for that jealous bullshit, we need to talk about this other shit.”
“Okay then talk.”
“Did you do what I told you to do?”
“I was going to, but Big Norm’s daughter Deon is in the office. I didn’t even know he had a daughter.”
“What? Fuck! Well looks like I’m going to have to lay her ass out too. Big Norm was easy since he thinks with is dick, but this bitch is gonna give me problems.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“You know what to do.”
Candy had lured Big Norm to a park and shot him in his car after learning all his safe codes and bank information. She and Essence were going to rob him blind and then skip town, but the stupid bitch didn’t do her homework, because she didn’t know that Big Norm had a daughter. Everything was switched over to Deon and she had changed the access to codes and passwords, making everything inaccessible to Candy and Essence. It was now Essence’s turn to do the seducing since it would be too obvious if Candy got close to the daughter as well. I eased back as quietly as I could because I didn’t want to get caught listening. I didn’t need to be added their hit list. Those bitches were dirty.
Deon had decided that some changes needed to be made to the club and that included letting a few of the employees go. It seemed to me that she was getting rid of all her father’s people to put her own on. She decided that all the dancers should audition again, which was some bullshit if you asked me. I felt like she was just being a pervert like her father. She had scheduled each girl to come in on a different day and today was mine.
I walked into Addiction and spotted no one in clear sight so I walked to the back into Deon’s office. She was digging through a safe with her back turned to the door wearing only jeans and a t-shirt opposed to the suits I had been seeing her in. She was startled when I walked in.
“You don’t know what knocking is?”
“Lock the door if you want me to knock.”
She laughed. “Barbie right?”
“That would be me. Can we get this over with?”
“You in a rush?”
“Not really but I’d rather be at my home doing nothing than standing in this dump.”
“You work at this dump, watch it.”
“And? Are you going to fire me?”
“They told me about your fly ass mouth.” Deon walked over to me and removed my overnight bag from my shoulder. “You’re gorgeous you know that?” She said while licking her lips, circling me, and eyeing me from head to toe.
I stood completely still. “I thought I was here for an audition. You’re wasting my time.”
“Dance.” She pushed up against me.
Deon was fucking with me and it was kind of turning me on. Her arrogance was more sexy than appalling, but no one beat me in the arrogant department. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward her desk, pushing her back so she could lean on it. I turned around and pushed my ass against her and grinded slowly, while bending over. She placed her hands on my waist, but I slapped them away.
“No touching the dancers.”
I rocked back and forth as if a dick were inside of me and I was throwing it back. She bit her lip. I stood straight up, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, right beneath my ass, so I could clap it for her. She was about to see why I was her daddy’s number one dancer. As I bent down further Deon grabbed my pussy from behind and rubbed my clit through my thong. I grabbed the chair in front of me releasing moans as she slid my thong to the side to feel my flesh against her fingers.
As we were getting deeper into our session the door swung open and there stood Essence’s black ass, watching us. Deon rushed to the back of her desk and I pulled my jeans up, smiling at Essence because I knew that she was fucking with Deon. I picked my bag up off the floor and turned to walk out of the door. Essence bumped my shoulder her.
“Bitch.” Flew from my lips, but I wasn’t salty. I kept walking.
I walked to the end of the hall and Essence slammed the door. I kicked off my shoes and ran back on my tip toes to listen to their conversation. Essence was yelling.
“So that’s what you doing?!”
“Essence get back with all that!”
“No! That’s so fucked up Dee. I thought I you was really feeling me and I told you about that bitch. She set up Big Norm and now she out to get you.”
My mouth dropped. I was in disbelief. This bitch was about to pin all this bullshit on me. I walked back down the hall and put my shoes on just before walking out to my car. Candy was pulling up as I jumped inside my vehicle. I put my shades on and rolled my windows down, pretending that she wasn’t even there. After Candy and I fucked she didn’t say anything else to me and of course I had learned why and I wasn’t salty about that either. I didn’t expect anything more or less from a stripper with a dead body under her belt. She rolled down her window and yelled out to me.
“Why you acting?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“I’m sorry ma I just been tied up.”
“I feel you. I have to go though so, hit me up.”
“You just auditioned?”
I nodded my head yes then back out to pull off, but a light bulb went off in my head so I stopped behind Candy’s car as she hopped out.
“You need something baby girl?”
“I need to holla at you about some shit real quick.”
“Yeah, so how about you get in.”
Candy hopped in and pulled out of the lot, making the block so I could talk to her without the risk of Essence coming out of the building.
“So what you have to tell me?”
“When I was leaving just a minute ago I overheard Essence telling Deon that you set Big Norm up.”
“Are you fucking serious?!”
“As Big Norm’s death.”
“That ugly, backstabbing, greedy bitch!!!”
“Yeah I wasn’t going to tell you at first since you’ve been acting funny with me, but I thought that was some real fucked up shit for her to be saying.”
“Good looking out.”
I dropped Candy back off her car and pulled off with a smile on my face. Candy hopped into her car and her tires slid as she sped off behind me and then passing me up to pull out of the lot.
Candy had disappeared off the face of the Earth. She had not come to work, she disconnected her phone, and her apartment was empty. Essence had been looking for her high and low, but was unsuccessful in her hunt. She was looking real stupid without her counterpart Candy to follow around. Essence talked to no one because her nerves were bad after we all heard the police were looking for Candy for Big Norm’s murder and they stated that it was possible she had an accomplice because that same night his house was robbed.
I had done my final dance of the night and went to the back of the dressing room to collect all my things. I dressed and grabbed my bag to leave the club. Essence was standing outside talking to a customer who lingered after as I walked to my car. The nasty bitch was probably going to fuck him for some extra cash. As I opened my door I saw Candy run up on Essence and hit her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.
“Bitch you set me up! You thought I was going to let you get away with that shit ho?!”
She sat on top of Candy coming down on her face over and over again as a crowd formed around them. Essence tried to fight back, but it was almost pointless as Candy rammed her head into the concrete. I called the police to report the fight and then I got out of the car to watch Candy beat Essence damn near into a coma. She had just added an assault charge to her murder charge.
Deon and her bodyguards came running over to stop the fight and the police pulled up, rushing to grab Candy before she could flee. Candy was beautiful, but the bitch wasn’t that bright. Her fingerprints had been found all over Big Norm’s car and a strand of her hair was found on his pants which meant the trick bitch sucked his dick before taking his life. The cops arrested them. I stood to the side where Candy could see me and I winked and smiled at her as she passed me. I hoped the money she bet on fucking me was enough to put money on her books for the rest of her life. Basic bitch.