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Episode 2:

Bounce That Ass Girl 💃🏽, Bounce That Ass 💃🏽

 

 

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The crowd goes wild as I appear from behind the curtain. On the nights where I perform, I’m used to a full house. Tonight is nothing short of what I expected, although something feels a bit different.

“Everybody on your muthafuckin’ feet!” Dj Ripper screams into the microphone.

He does a quick mix of the record before he drops the beat. Trina, Pull Over, blasts through the building and whoever wasn’t on their feet, jump from their seats. The women scream, making their way front and center to shake their ass that they were born with. The men bark, hoot, and holler, not looking twice at the women they came with once they lay eyes on me.

Climbing the steps slowly and seductively, I soak up all the attention as I make my way up to the pole. Once I have the pole in my hand, I do a small walk around, or mini twirl as they say, showing off my lace set.

When my back is turned to the crowd, I look back over my shoulder, while biting my pointer fingernail. Then unexpectedly, I drop down into a squatting position, bouncing my ass up and down. Mama didn’t give me much but she damn sure gave me enough to shake something. As soon as I do, the money begins to fly, raining down on me like a bad rainstorm, covering the stage floor.

“Damn look at all that ass jiggling like that.” One man in the crowd says.

“That ass phat too.” His friend says standing next to him.

Coming to a full standing point, I throw my ass in a circle to the beat as best I can. The crowd doesn’t seem to mind that at one point I lost the beat, although my ass didn’t seem to mind either. Bending over, grabbing my ankles, I bounce one cheek at a time as I do. Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, continuously taking turns.

Looking between my legs at the crowd behind me, there is a particular set of eyes staring back at me, causing my eyes to lock in on his. The way he watches me silently makes my panties moist, and I hope no one can see the mess he’s making me create.

The room is dark with a red glow for the set I’m performing tonight, making the mystery man more intriguing to me than he should be. There’s something about him that makes me not able to take my eyes off of him. No matter where I look, my eyes keep landing on him.

The man is wearing all dark clothing, something similar to a hoodie and shorts from what I can tell. He lifts his hand to his mouth and when I see the reddish, orange tip of the dark item, I know he’s taking a puff of his blunt. It isn’t uncommon as customers are allowed to smoke marijuana in this club, therefore it doesn’t surprise me that he has one rolled.

His watch and pinky ring glistens in the low lighting with every move he makes. Watching in awe, he blows the smoke from his mouth, his eyes still locked on me, never looking away. The man smiles at me, showing all of his 32 gold teeth, making my body quiver as he does so.

“Alright y’all. I know y’all can do better than what y’all doing in here tonight. I’m pretty sure y’all can make it rain for Lola tonight huh?” Dj Ripper says, cutting the beat. When he does, I stand, walking over to the pole, doing another slow walk around it. Waka Flocka, No Hands, drops and all the dancing resumes again. The bottle girls are doing their thing as well as the other strippers in the club. One tries to approach the man watching me and he disregards her, quickly bringing his attention back to me. “Ight now y’all, I don’t wanna see nothing but money flying at Lola. Let’s gooooooo.”

Walking around the pole once more, I grip it hard, pulling myself up to the top. Once there, I maintain my grip with my hands doing a split in the air, before slapping my thighs together. I do this particular move at least three times before gripping the pole with my thighs, releasing my hands and laying backwards.

Sticking my tongue out, I give my hair a twirl and my breasts a jiggle. The men in the crowd go insane from the simple movement. Lifting myself up, I hold on to the pole with all my strength, dropping my legs again. Holding steady, I bounce my ass up and down while in the air, slowly sliding back down, still sticking my tongue out as I do.

 

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“That’s it. Bounce that ass girl, bounce that ass.” Dj Ripper says. “Throw that ass Lola, throw that ass girl.”

Before my feet touch the ground, I straighten my legs, lifting them one at a time to spin my body around the pole. Coming to a stop, I stand upright while still suspended in the air, gripping the pole to do another slow walk. Then, opening my legs into a split, I slide slowly down the pole the remainder of the way, landing into a split. Bouncing my ass up and down to the beat, I look up to find a particular set of eyes still locked in on me. Crawling on my hands and knees, I move towards the end of the stage and assume the position. I place my face down, and ass up, bouncing my body up and down as if he’s hitting it from the back, as I watch him seductively.

Sitting up straight, I lean my head back, running my hand down the length of my chest, down my midsection, landing on my sacred spot.

A rough hand tugs at my chin, causing me to lean forward to see who’s touching me. When I see it’s the person who’s captured my attention since stepping onto the stage tonight, I immediately fold, unable to do anything under his touch. He hovers over me, his eyes dropped low, his teeth on full display, and all the attention I could ever want from a man directed on me.

He leans into me, staring into my eyes, before dropping his head into the crook of my neck. He runs his nose along the soft skin, soaking in my essence. My eyes close as I take in every movement he makes. His hand glides down the length of my arm, then returns back to my shoulder. His finger slowly moves along my body. It traces my collarbone, over the hump of my breast, before coming to rest in between the two sisters.

The contact of his skin on mine has me ready to burst, leaking all of my fluids all over this stage, and it will happen if he doesn’t stop soon.

“Mmm.” A soft moan slips from my mouth as his nose runs along my neck.

I haven’t been touched this passionately in a such a long time, that I’ve forgotten how good it feels. The way this man is caressing me has my body hyper aware of him, and feening for more of his touch.

“I’ve imagined how you would feel under my touch all night and I can honestly say that actually being able to touch you does my imagination no justice.” He says.

The raspiness of his voice makes my sacred spot leak for him. If he were to see the mess he’s creating, I’d be ashamed. Closing my eyes, different thoughts rush around my head so fast; I can’t keep up with the things this man could possibly do to me. If he touches me in all the right places, there’s most likely nothing I would deny him.

“Security!” Otto voice shouts bringing me back to reality. My eyes pop open, quickly scanning the room, looking in the direction of where his voice came from. When my eyes land on him, he looks infuriated with me and my little addition I’ve added to the show. He has two security guards with him, but he waves his hand for more and three more follow him. “I want that man removed from my building! Now!”

I’m not sure how much of the show he’s watched and honestly, I don’t care. I haven’t felt this alive in years and now that my body is woke, I don’t ever want it to sleep again.

Sitting up on my legs, I stop my set completely, curious to know how this is going to play out. The mysterious man still has hands on me but has stopped the caress of my neck with his nose. He pulls back looking into my eyes, and I don’t know what he sees, but whatever it is causes his smile to fade. He turns to face Otto’s direction, and I do the same.

Otto’s face is one that only a mother could love. He has other attributes of course but his looks have never been one. I was young and dumb as my mother likes to call it when I met him. Now that I’m older, I just want to be away from this man but no matter where I go, he always seems to find me.

Otto walks towards us with a swift pace. All five security guards walk in stride with him as he makes his way over to me. Stealing a glance at the man hovering above me, if I was Otto, I wouldn’t bother moving in this direction whatsoever. This man looks like he could tear him to shreds without flexing a muscle during the process.

“Is that your man?” He asks, glancing in my direction for a brief second.

Shaking my head no, the smile he wore mere minutes ago, returns to his face. Holding up one finger, the men I didn’t know were with him, stand to their feet. They all rush to stand by his side with no words being expressed.

Once Otto and the security guards reach the stage, everything stops. The Dj ends his set, the customers and workers on the floor all clear the room, and it’s silent enough to hear my heart beating inside of my chest.

As Otto continues his advance forward, the man in front of me stands upright and got damn he’s tall. He’s got Otto by a few inches easy. Holding out his hand, He helps me stand to my feet, placing me behind him and out of harms way.

He’s protective too? I’m about to spontaneously have the man’s child and he hasn’t even tried to touch my sacred spot yet.

“Is there a reason why you’re standing in my way” Otto asks.

The man says nothing as he stares Otto in the face without an ounce of fear. He takes a step forward, his men in sync with him, as he makes his way over to Otto. He doesn’t stop until he’s face to face with him and both of them are ready to exert their dominance.

Standing behind the group, I watch cautiously to see what’s about to go down. This man has got to be some type of crazy to go against Otto. From what I’ve heard and seen, Otto isn’t someone to be messed with. Either way, I’m here for every moment of what’s about to happen.

Karma is that bitch and I think she’s about to make herself known.