“Everybody out!” Raul shouted, but nobody moved. Some of the strippers who had already been here for most of the day were sitting down and counting their tips, while the other ones were huddled up in their little cliques, doing drugs, licking on each other’s pussies, or gossiping about someone in the room.
When Raul saw that no one was trying to move an inch, he pulled out the small 9mm he had on his waist and cocked the hammer back. “You bitches must be hard of hearing or something. Get the fuck out, or get shot the fuck down!”
The sound of the metal clacking must’ve got everyone’s attention, because the room cleared out in twenty seconds flat.
I turned around in my chair and continued to apply my makeup to my face. Fee had just hit me, telling me that our target was in the building and that I needed to get ready. Because Roman Black didn’t have a thing for strippers, my job was to mesmerize everyone in his entourage who did. While their eyes were on me, Fiona’s job was to try to get in good with Roman so that the two of them would eventually exchange numbers and start from there.
“Lucky, that includes your ass too.” Raul’s voice pulled me from my train of thought. “You need to get up to the VIP section, anyways, so that you can take this dumb-ass bitch’s spot,” he said, looking at Candy.
I didn’t know how Fiona had known that Raul would have me take Candy’s spot tonight in the VIP section, but it worked. I didn’t even have to use the little speech I had come up with in case he decided to send someone else.
“I just need five more minutes, Raul, baby, and then I’ma be out of your way.”
Raul wiped his hand over his face, then rolled his eyes. “Five minutes, Luck. You better be glad I have to go use the bathroom before I put my foot in her ass.”
Candy started laughing again. “I’d rather have your dick, but I guess I’ll be cool with your foot.”
I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped from between my perfectly glossed lips. Although I didn’t agree with Candy’s drug habit, she was a cool and funny girl, nonetheless. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t know half the moneymaking tricks to get this money. Between her tips, the YouTube videos I’d watched, and the pole-dancing classes I had taken on the weekend, I had easily become the top-paid stripper at Decadence in a matter of weeks. If marrying for money ever stopped working for me, I knew I’d be all right if I came back and did this gig full-time.
“My girl Lucky Charms!”
I turned my attention to Candy’s high ass when she called out my stage name.
“You make Mama proud out there tonight, okay? And you tell Fiona that I stuck to my end of the deal, so I will be expecting my package before I leave tonight.” She ran her thin fingers through her dark hair, then turned her glassy gaze toward me.
“What deal are you referring to, and what package are you talking about?” I asked, sliding my feet into the rainbow-rhinestone, fringe thigh-high boots I had bought especially for tonight. Once I fastened the buckles behind my legs, I walked over to the full-length mirror and looked at myself.
“The deal where I put that bug in Raul’s ear to have you take my spot in VIP, and the package of that good-ass blow she promised to get me again for my help.”
I shook my head. Leave it to Fiona’s ass to already have shit in motion so that we could get this money.
I admired the way my thick chocolate frame and curvy body looked in the pink slingshot bikini that I had on. My ass swallowed the G-string whole, and my titties sat up just right for the thin piece of fabric that covered the nipples of my perky triple D breasts. The four-leaf clovers tattoo I had over my back and right hip had been brought to life on my dark skin by the baby oil I had rubbed all over my body. I made a mental note to have a few more clovers added to cover up the stretch marks that were slowly coming in on my waist.
“You know them tattoos is the reason why I gave you the name Lucky Charms. That and your body looks magically delicious in anything your wear.”
“Shut your high ass up, Candy. How do I look, though? You think they will like it up there?” I pointed in the direction of VIP.
Her eyes roamed over my body. “They’ll love you. Just put your hair up.”
I screwed up my face. “Put my hair up? Why? I just got it done,” I said, looking at the new jet-black weave I had sewn into my head earlier. “You don’t think they will love my curls?”
Candy tried to stand up but fell back onto the couch and started laughing at herself again. Once she got over her laughing fit, she was able to stand up and then slowly walked over to me with one heel on and one heel off. Her makeup was smeared all over her face, and her eyes were red as hell. The little white boy shorts she had on now looked like panties since the back was so far up her ass. Because her breast implants were so big on her small frame, you could see every vein on her titties. Her chest reminded me of a road map, with all those blue lines.
Candy stepped up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. With these stiletto boots on, I was about a foot taller than her, so she had to poke her head out to the side to talk to me in the mirror.
“You have to wear your hair up because it will bring more attention to your face. With your dark skin and those beautiful eyes, those men will have a complete playground to look at. From your gorgeous face down to that sexy, thick, fully nude body. The more things they enjoy looking at, the more money they will be willing to throw.”
Fully nude?
Now, I wasn’t aware that I would have to get completely nude in the VIP section. The reason why I always wore my hair down and over my shoulders was that I still kinda felt covered up after I removed my top. My hair would lie against my breasts kind of like a blanket.
Downstairs we had to remove only our tops, and I had assumed it was the same way in VIP. I didn’t mind wearing a thong and showing a little ass sometimes, but I now had to show the cookies too. I didn’t know if I was totally okay with that. I mean, there were some things I felt weren’t for the world or strange eyes to see, and my insides were at the top of that list. You had to have a little mystery to you.
Candy’s loud laugh broke me from my thoughts again.
“You didn’t know, huh? That’s one of the reasons why this club is so popular. We have full nudity and alcohol. Those other clubs that offer full nudity don’t serve an ounce of liquor, but Club Decadence does.”
Candy slapped me on the ass, then headed back to the couch. “My high is seriously coming down. I need to find Fiona.”
“I . . . I . . . don’t think I can do that,” I finally said, thinking of the spread-eagle trick I did on the pole. I didn’t feel comfortable being that open.
Candy waved me off. “Girl, you can and you will. That’s the other reason you should wear your hair up. Bring attention to your face and upper body, instead of that sexy thing below your waist.”
Raul walked in. The fire he had had in his eyes before he left earlier was gone, and a satisfied smirk was across his lips.
“Time’s up, Lucky. Sunshine’s about to go on, and you’re up after her. Plus, I need to finish talking to Candy in private,” he said, licking his lips and eyeing my body lustfully. “We have some high rollers out there tonight who requested to see some dark meat, and I don’t want to keep them waiting. Remember, house gets ten percent, and you have to tip the DJ before you leave,” he added, taking his eyes off me and focusing on Candy.
I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before I went and grabbed my tip purse and a rubber band for my hair. As much as I hated to mess up my curls, I would take Candy’s advice if that got the men to look more at my face than down below.
Think of the money . . . think of the money, I chanted to myself as I slowly walked down the dark hallway and up the spiral staircase. Even though the music was loud and thumping, all I could hear were the gulps of air I kept breathing in and the rattling of the fringe on my boots every time I took a step.
Once I reached the VIP section, I peeked at the stage from behind the curtain a
nd scanned the crowd for Fiona. When my eyes finally landed on her, she was in the middle of the room, where a large party of men sat. Japanese men in expensive suits were on one side of the table, while a few American men with equally expensive suits sat on the other. It wasn’t until Fiona moved to the left a bit that my eyes landed on one of the finest men I’d ever seen.
Even in the dark room, I could see his smooth olive-colored skin. The caramel- blond hair that formed a five o’clock shadow along the edge of his face trailed up to the top of his head in a low cut. His dark eyes were cast down at the phone in his hand, and a look of pure boredom was etched across his face.
Maybe he’s, like, a bodyguard or something, I thought as I took in his attire. Unlike his sophisticatedly dressed company, this fine specimen had on a red T-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts, and some green Chuck Taylor high-tops. One of his well-toned legs was covered in ink, just like one of his muscle-toting arms.
“Damn,” I said breathlessly when a small smirk played on his lips after the fine dude sitting next to him whispered something in his ear.
I watched Fiona walk around to each man and take his order. When she got in front of the sexy suit sitting next to the guy in the red T-shirt, her smile became even bigger.
That must be Roman, I thought as I took in dude’s dark features. He was another sexy white boy with dark hair—I’d give him that—but he was not as sexy as his bodyguard.
“We have a sweet treat for you fellas tonight here at Decadence. A new addition to the VIP lineup,” Sunshine announced. “This sexy lady has been here for only a couple of months and has already left a lot of these fellas broke and waiting for more. Make sure when you dig in them pockets tonight, you dig deep enough to show my girl some love, because she’s definitely about to give you a show. I know when God made her, he had to have them damn hearts, stars, horseshoes, clovers, blue moons, hourglasses, rainbows, and tasty red balloons in mind, because her whole body is magically delicious. You guys, give it up for Decadence’s own Lucky Charms!”
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
I was so caught up in Red T-shirt that I hadn’t heard Sunshine’s set end. Hearing the beginning of DJ Drama’s song “Wishing,” featuring Chris Brown, Skeme, and Lyquin, come on, I realized there was no way I could turn back now. Placing my purse next to the DJ’s bag, I said a silent prayer, took a deep breath, then did my snake walk onto the stage. The spotlight was so bright that I couldn’t see a face in the crowd. That was a good thing; however, I didn’t want to miss the edge of the stage and fall on my ass. Reaching my hand out, I grabbed ahold of the pole and spun around a few times, signaling in a low-key way for the light dude to raise the lights on the rest of the stage.
As soon as he did that, I could see every pair of eyes in that room on me. It wasn’t until I lowered myself to the floor in a split that the hairs on the back of my neck started to stand up. My stomach, which had been just fine, started fluttering like crazy, and even my palms began to sweat. I kept a straight face and closed my eyes, as I didn’t want to give off the vibe that something was going on. It wasn’t until the fluttering got stronger that I decided to open my eyes and look out at the crowd. As soon as my gaze connected with a pair of the sexiest green eyes, I almost lost my breath. Those eyes belonged to Red T-shirt. The look on his face wasn’t one of disgust, but it wasn’t one of lust, either. It seemed as if there was a mixture of pity and incomprehension in his expression. When he shook his head slightly, then started playing with his phone again, something inside me switched.
Was degrading myself like this actually worth getting this money? I felt a little ashamed at myself.
My eyes scanned the rest of the men’s facial expressions in the VIP section, and there was no doubt that they were enjoying the show. Even the mixed dude who had a curly man bun on the top of his head and was dressed similarly to Red T-shirt couldn’t take his eyes off me.
For some reason, though, I started to feel even more ashamed. And I started to feel undesirable. I started to feel some type of way. Red T-shirt still hadn’t looked up at me, and I started to feel like I wanted to cry.
That was why when the DJ started to slowly fade out of DJ Drama’s song and move on to the next number, I acted as if I was walking back only as far as the curtain, but instead of turning around when I reached the curtain, I kept going and walked out. Covering my bare breasts with one arm, I picked my purse up off the floor and headed back to the dressing room.
I wasn’t worried about finishing my set. Wasn’t worried about picking up my tips or about what Raul was going to say. All I knew was that I needed to get out of here, and all it had taken was a look from the sexy guy in the red T-shirt to make me feel that way.
Roman
My eyes drifted back up to the stage, where the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen was willingly about to degrade herself for a few lousy bucks. I hadn’t been paying attention to anything going on in this club until my eyes caught sight of a smooth chocolate leg coming from behind the beaded curtain. When the rest of her body came out, I couldn’t stop staring. Her curvy frame did something to me that no other woman had ever been able to do just by her physical appearance alone—make me hard.
The way her hips, waist, breasts, and ass filled out the small bikini she had on had my dick so hard that I had to cross my leg over my knee and place one of the sequin pillows from the chair over my lap to adjust myself. As if that wasn’t enough, when my eyes finally roamed up to her face, my heart started to skip every single beat imaginable. Her almond-shaped eyes were a misty granite gray and contrasted with her smooth dark brown skin. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a fine nose gave her that high-fashion supermodel look. Then there were those full, pouty lips that had a light pink gloss adorning them.
I bet those lips are as soft as pillows, I thought to myself.
But then ole girl just ran off the stage.
“Aye, man. What was all that about? You know ole girl or something?”
I didn’t hear a word.
“Hello! Earth to Roman!” I heard Marques say, while snapping his fingers in my face. “Dude, where the hell did you just go? One minute you were about to say something, and then the next minute you completely zoned out. You okay?”
I looked at my best friend since childhood and nodded my head to let him know I was fine. The look he gave me told me that he didn’t believe me, but he left it alone for the time being and grabbed a drink off the waitress’s tray. I was sure he’d ask me about what I’d been thinking about sometime tomorrow, when we weren’t among company, which happened to include my brother, Benjamin. Marques knew that I wasn’t too keen about the fact that Benji was now a part of my professional life, let alone my personal life. I had to nip the bud somewhere before the two crossed.
My father, who was actually Benji’s stepfather, had insisted that I give Benji a spot underneath me once I was appointed CEO of our family company, Real Time Delivery. We were a huge parcel service that was taking over and not really giving a fuck. FedEx, DHL, and UPS were just a few of the companies that we were trying to and going to shut down, especially with me at the forefront now. I’d been the CEO for only the past two years, but so far, I had everyone talking about RTD, and I wanted to keep it that way.
Benjamin, on the other hand, had everyone talking about other things. The types of things that didn’t have anything to do with our family business and how good we’d been doing for the past twenty years. Although my father’s blood wasn’t running through his veins, Benjamin was treated as if it was. In fact, the title of chief executive officer could have been his, had he learned how to be more discreet with his personal life. He was indeed next in line to take over everything my father had built while we were away at school and getting that real-world experience. However, one too many public scandals swirling around Benjamin was enough for my father to pass the CEO title along to me, the more responsible, reclusive, and private son, rather than to the wild, “loved to party and flaunt beautiful
women,” and “never on time to a meeting, because he was trying to sober up from a hangover” son.
I watched as Benjamin talked to the potential investors from Japan, whom we were trying to get to invest in the new RTD international company we wanted to have open by this time next year on their side of the Pacific Ocean. Benji was a natural when it came to negotiating these business deals, as he just couldn’t stay out of the limelight.
Given his careless ways, you’d never think that he was fluent in six languages, had graduated at the top of his class from Columbia, and was already a millionaire by the age of nineteen, after he invented a swizzle stick that changed colors in your drink if the date rape drug Rohypnol was present. My brother was smart; he just always made stupid decisions. Before he could make any more improvements to the swizzle stick, a major company approached him and offered him a boatload of money for his idea. With him being of age and not needing a parent to be present, he signed over his rights to the swizzle stick and was given a check for two million dollars.
He was happy and living on top of the world after depositing that check into his bank account, and the money allowed him to move out of our family home, buy more than a few cars, and party his life away. He ran through those two million dollars before he even flipped the calendar to age twenty-one, and was left broke, homeless, and with a few DUI charges under his belt. Then, to make matters worse, after perfecting the design of the swizzle stick that Benji had come up with, the company who bought the idea from him for two million dollars sold it to an even bigger company for a billion.
That ball-busting blow, mixed with the drugs and the wild life he continued to live while back under our parents’ roof, only contributed to the overdose scare he had a few years later. However, ever since doing a short stint in rehab and reconnecting with his biological father, Benji had been on the straight and narrow path. However, his previous shenanigans played a big role in his position in the family business.
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