Loving Angel 2 (3 page)

First I gave my audience of amorous dollar
signs a taste of my pole action. I did some splits, upside down tricks and other shit that had their eyes bugging out their heads and their dicks hard as rocks. The whole time my ass cheeks were in constant motion.

After I was done with the pole I moved into the part of my routine that I performed on the
stage floor. It didn’t take long for me to loosen the top of my red bikini suit to free my tits. With my big, dark pebbled nipples bouncing to the effect of the music, I hypnotized the hungry eyes of the patrons.

As my dancing progressed from me doing tricks on the dance floor making my ass clap and bounce, wining around my waist as I twerked, to splits that had my booty bouncing like it had a mind of its own
, I could see that I had my audience mesmerized. They showed their appreciation by showering the stage with crazy paper.  I even had some big spenders sticking Benjamins in my bikini bottom. They tried to cop feels on my ass, so I stuck the booty out so they could squeeze and slap it. Instead of massaging my ass like everyone else one very bold nigga grabbed my hips and gently bit me on the coochie through my thong. I slipped the G-string aside and he gave my pussy a couple quick licks and even more money flew at the stage because of our little show. I didn’t mind really. A little touching and licking for their hundred dollar bills wasn’t going to hurt me.

I was completely in my element and I wondered why
it took me so long to find my calling. There was all the money, adoration and willing victims all in one package.

Afte
r I was done with my routine, I collected my money and went back to the dressing room to freshen up so that I could work the room.

“You did your thing tonight Juicy,” a
white girl named Crystal complimented as she walked to the side of the stage. She was about to go on for her set. Juicy was the stage name I chose because of all my delicious booty. Another bitch in the joint had already taken the name Delicious which was my first choice.

“Thanks girl.”

Crystal was the only stripper at Glitter who didn’t feel the need to hate on me. They all despised the fact that I knew the owner on a personal level, something they would happily give their fake left tit to make happen. They also felt I was an obstacle in their path preventing them from jumping on his dick. Delicious was the biggest hater. She didn’t like me because not only did my presence in the club prevent her from claiming my cousin’s husband’s dick, but it also took the spotlight off her since I was now the hottest thing to ever grace the stage. 

She had a bunch of chicken head followers whom all shared half a brain cell with her
. They were always laughing and talking about me as soon as my back was turned. I couldn’t stand how they acted like they were in a damn sorority and not a strip joint. I didn’t give a fuck about them though. They weren’t stupid enough to step to my face and I only cared about making money.

The room had fallen s
ilent as soon as I walked in. I could feel all their eyes following me as I made my way toward my station toting my collection bag; it was overflowing with money. I just loved the fact that I affected them that much.

The dressing room was very
busy during that time of night and Delicious was sitting at her vanity holding court as usual. She and her cronies were clucking like the bird heads they were. Some of the tricks were running around getting ready for their set, while others were drinking, smoking weed, snorting coke or whatever combination that would get them through the night.

I slipped on a short little red dress after touching up my make up and running a brush through my twenty-two inch honey blonde weave. My beautiful chocolate skin was glowing and my dark eyes were sparkling
, so I blew a kiss to myself in the mirror for being a bad bitch.

“You’ve got a V.I.P wanting a private dance Juicy,” Mike the manager informed me just as I finished spraying on a little bit of my Gucci cologne.

For the right price I never refused a private dance. That was how you made the big money and I was all about making that money. If I had to suck a dick, or fuck a nigga it wasn’t any sweat off my back. Add another bitch to the combination and I wouldn’t even bat an eye. I wasn’t really into women, but as I said before I was all about my fucking paper.

I’d
been fucking to get what I wanted since I was eleven years old and wanted to wear all the latest gear my cousin Angel was rocking because she had a rich daddy. I wasn’t some spoiled bitch like her who could sit on my ass and get whatever I wanted handed to me. I had to work these hips and this pussy to make my own.

“How’s he looking Mickey? Y
ou see any dollar signs on him?”

To me dollar signs wer
e how expensive a niggas clothes, whip and jewelry were. Mike and I had a good rapport because he was a cool dude who stayed out of my business. As long as I gave him a small cut of my earnings he didn’t report to Tyga that I was tricking in his club. We had gotten to know each other since I started stripping, so he knew exactly what I was asking.

“He’s looking like he’s rolling in it,” the tall
, burly looking dark skinned man in his early forties informed me.

“Then I’ll definitely be doing my thing if the price is right.”

“I’ll let him know you’ll be out soon. He’s the dread sitting at the back of the club with the light skinned guy wearing a shaved head.”

After M
ike left I took one last look in the mirror and decided that I was looking like a mill and another bitch couldn’t look any better.

“Yo
u’re heading to the floor Juicy?” Delicious asked as I passed her station. She and her fake ass self was trying to act like we were cool when she’d do better saving that shit for the next bitch.

“What it look like hoe? S
omebody got to make that money up in here.”

“Do your thing ma. D
on’t let anybody stop you.”

As if any of these hoes could even try. I m
ean Delicious was a bad bitch. She was a high yellow chick with a pretty face and a banging body with an ass for days. But although she looked good she still wasn’t any competition for me. I not only had the looks to always get what I wanted, but anything I couldn’t get by fair means I got with my devious ways. Another bitch couldn’t compete with that.

“Bet she’s about to go suck some dicks for a dollar,” I heard someone say as I left the room and the rest of the bird heads tittered. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure
, but it sounded like Delicious’s voice. I was going to have to put a beating on that bitch real soon. It seemed like that trick forgot the beat down she had gotten at the hands of my cousin a couple years back. The smack down I would put on her would be a hundred times worse. I chose to ignore them for the moment, but best believe I was going to deal with that situation at a later date.

Go
on and make that money bitch,
I told myself as I made my way onto the club’s floor. I knew I had the men in a trance as I walked by them with my ass jiggling. Several of them tried to get my attention as I passed by their tables, but I only stopped by for small chats with them to be polite. I was trying to find that big fish in a pond of guppies.

My eyes finally landed on the tall
, dark skinned dread sitting at the back of the room with his light skinned shaved head friend just as Mike had said. They were sitting back in their chairs nursing their drinks. The one with the shaved head was taking in the show on stage while the dread was just looking around as if he was disinterested. I wondered why he wanted a private dance, because he didn’t seem to be too keen to the scene.

I s
auntered across the room toward them, putting an extra pep in my step. Mr. Shaved-head motioned to Mr. Dread that I was heading their way and Mr. Dread’s bored look quickly evaporated.

“You wanted a lap dance big daddy?” I asked in my most sugary sweet voice and even added a huge smile for good measure.

“I told you she’s a hot gyal,” Mr. Dread said with a very strong Jamaican accent. He smirked at me as his eyes slowly devoured my body from head to toe.

“She
’s one sexy gyal for real,” Mr. Shaved-head cosigned. “And she can wine like she come from the island.”

“You’re from the island sweetheart?” Mr. Dread inquired.

“No big daddy, but I’ve been there for vacation.”

“Is that when you learn how to dance like that?”

“Yes,” I lied. I actually learned my dance moves from watching Jamaican music videos on YouTube, but I thought telling people I learned them while vacationing on the island sounded more authentic. Jamaicans had been wining long before us Americans started doing it and named it twerking. “So are you ready for that dance?”

I had spotted an Audemars Piquet watch on his wrist and he was also sporting a pinky ring with a huge black diamond
, so I knew his money was official.

“Lead the way,” he replied as he rose from his seat, drinking down the last of his liquor.

I led him through the throngs of customers toward the side of the club where the private rooms were located. We went by a bouncer who informed us which boot was free for our use. When we got inside the room the dread took a seat on the small loveseat.

“What should I call you big daddy?” I asked him. I wanted to know the name I should shout while dry humping him and pretending I was having an orgasm.

“Dread.”

The funny thing was I’d been calling him that name inside my head since I met him. Now I was wondering if his friend
’s name was Shaved-head.

“Ok Dread, are you ready for me to rock yo
ur world?” I twerked my booty in front of him.

Instead of replying he removed a large wad of hu
ndreds from his pants pocket, peeled off five C-notes and handed them to me. I had a feeling I was going to be paid for the dance, but I didn’t know I was going to make that much.

“You can take that and jus
t dance for mi,” he informed me. “Or you can get this too if you bend over on this here couch and let mi hit it from the back.” He counted off one thousand five hundred more.

I’d been fucking all my life for the almighty dollar. What was one more fuck if I was gonna
be getting two grand for it? It wasn’t like I’ve never sold myself in the club before. For the right price my legs were wide open. A couple other niggas had offered me the right amount, but Dread’s offer was taking the cake.

Plus
, he wasn’t a bad looking dude. He looked like he was in his early forties, with smooth dark skin, neat long dreads, and even facial features. He was also tall and muscular and everyone knew the tall ones usually traveled with big sticks between their legs.

I didn’t even reply.
I just shimmied out of my dress and thong and he immediately handed over the rest of my money.

CHAPTER FOUR

DAISY

The jostling of the mattress woke me from my sleep. I raised my head sleepily and saw that it was my future baby daddy Delco sitt
ing at the foot of the bed as he removed his shoes. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was after one in the damn morning, so I rolled my eyes at his back and laid my head back on my pillow. I was two months pregnant and really needed my sleep. I guess once again that fool used his keys to let himself in and thought that he was about to come up in here in the a.m. for some late-night nookie.

I was starting to regret ever giving his ass that key
, because he was always coming and going like he owned the damn place. In a way I guess he did since he was the one paying the rent and all of the bills. It just pissed me off that he thought he could come over and fuck me whenever he wanted when he had a bitch at home. He should have gone home and got his dick wet by her because he sure as hell wasn’t getting any from me.

Something had to give in our
relationship, or whatever we were involved in. I wasn’t that same insecure chick Delco had met three years ago who had allowed her ex-boyfriend to verbally beat her down. I was now a different bitch on both the inside and the outside.

My appearance had changed after
I lost over forty pounds. The weight loss caused my body to look hella sexy and my face became even more beautiful. Feeling attractive renewed my self-confidence which led to my mental transformation. I wasn’t going to allow people to walk all over me anymore. In the past I allowed my sister and Carter to do some shitty things to me and get away with them but I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

I was currently giving Delco a lot of leeway, but things
were about to change, because I was more than fucking tired of taking shit from the people who claimed to love me.