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  Stripper Confession 2

  By Solaé Dehvine

  Published By Solaé Dehvine

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Stripper Confessions 2

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Also By Solae Dehvine

  Stripper Confessions 2

  Chapter 1

  Syd

  When people put their kids to bed and locked their doors the strip club was still open and waiting, and those were the times when I made my money. It was late... too late. So late that it was actually early but these were the hours of a stripper.

  My job description changed depending on the need of my customers and tonight my job title consisted of feeding the hungry. We were alone in a private box that we dubbed a private room, which was basically a stall with only room enough for two people. My leg was propped up on a customer’s shoulder, my back against the wall and his face embedded in my pussy.

  “Five minutes.” I huffed out. It took all of my will power to concentrate and not succumb to his tongue stroke. Everything cost money in Club Fantasy, receiving head was a pleasure but there was still no exception.

  His tongue twirled over me as he held my glitter-covered leg over his shoulder. A mint colored thong was being held out of place by his cheeks as he made crazy orgasmic motions with his tongue. All of this made my nipples hard, they were now poking through the mesh of my mid-drift and as I waited, I counted the time in my head.

  “Oohhh you taste so good.” I was like a drug to him. I didn’t know his name, I never asked and the only thing I cared about was the money. Like clockwork every Saturday, he came and ate my pussy like I was marked on his calendar.

  His serpent-like tongue moves were intoxicating, causing me to lose count a few times but the music wrapping up from the show on stage told me it was time to tap out.

  “I gotta go baby.” I patted him on the head pushing away from his tongue assault. To him I was a necessity, for the last two months, we had this standing appointment. Yet, these were the things I promised I would never do but that was a year and a half ago when I first started dancing, things changed.

  “Next week.” He asked licking his lips like he had honey smeared across them.

  “Nope, sorry I’m going to be off for a few weeks.” He poked his lip out at that.

  “Don’t worry I’ll be back.” I straightened my thong and fixed my top. Fluffing my Curly mane, I blew him a kiss and opened the booth door looking as if I hadn’t had my pussy devoured a few minutes ago. I glanced back to see the Doc wiping my nectar from his face. Walking to the back area, I shook off any jitters and placed five hundred dollars in my small wristlet.

  Going through the maze of the employees’ only area of Club Fantasy I tried pushing out the thoughts of the week: tests, rent, bills, and my pending procedure. All that mattered right now was making money and pleasing my customers. I hadn’t been to work in while and as I stood behind the midnight black curtains at Club Fantasy I gawked at my playpen. The strip club, the only place you can work naked and I loved every minute of it.

  The club was packed tonight, pulsating with blasting music as hundreds of people drank and threw money at pretty girls that would never consider them during the day.

  Here in this building, I was no longer Sydney the student; I was Syd the stripper. As I waited to go on, I rehearsed my routine in my head.

  Like any other job, there was a grind, but on a Saturday night, there was no other place that I would rather be than here making money.

  “Coming to the stage is non-other than Syd... Vicious” His voice wafted through the speakers hitting everyone’s ears as the beat started. That beat was like a whistle to a factory, now was my time to go to work.

  With every step on the stage I pumped my ass to the beat moving from behind the curtain as the lights were now on me. I moved closer to the pole scanning the crowd for my motivation. Every night I searched for eyes, that one guy that was in love with me, entranced with my pelvic grind and held enough money to pay my rent for the year. I found him, leaning on the stage eyes wide with shock as I bent my ass over in his face. I bent down whispering in his ear. “This dance is for you.” I licked his ear lobe before I jumped back to my feet.

  This was only the beginning as I popped every intimate part and as I swung my hair in a circle to the beat. I welcomed this transformation.

  “Look at her go y’all” The DJ called it out as I kicked my leg up doing a standing split. The beat pulsed through me, putting me to work. Before I knew it, I was climbing the pole, wrapping my legs around the silver steel pole and throwing my body around

  Up here looking down a year and a half ago, I would have been frightened but that was ages ago, back then I was a different person. Now I loved the height, and now as I bounced on the pole, sliding down with the precision of a ballet dancer I landed safely on the ground.

  As soon as my shoes touched the floor, I knew things were all wrong. Usually my heels would be slipping and sliding on green bills. Instead, I was walking on nothing but the uneven wood of the stage. On any other night, I would have an audience, hundreds of customers surrounding the stage with their cell phones in the air like lighters at a concert to take pictures of my show.

  As usual, the club was packed like a sardine can but no one cared about me.

  I looked up stairs and eyed the DJ booth and even he shrugged as he spun the records. The dollars weren’t falling for me anymore. Everyone was more concerned with the opposite stage. Filling around it and tossing the dollars that were supposed to be for me.

  “Alright give it up for Syd Vicious” the DJ’s voice signaled the end of my act but it felt like the end of my career. Only a few clapped as I bent down to grab the few lone bills on the floor.

  Every night the dollars seemed to get less and less.

  Walking off the stage, I glanced in the mirrors that lined the walls. Usually the mirror was my friend but tonight it was more like my enemy. Showing me that my ass wasn’t big enough, my tits were too small, and looking at the new girls strutting around I felt like a fish out of water.

  Dammit, this was my club, my room; I rebuilt Club Fantasy.

  If it weren’t for my usual customers, I would have been back in the basic room fighting and clawing for ten-dollar lap dances. I shuddered at the thought as I tip toed my way down the steps.

  “Now coming to the stage is Club Fantasy’s newest Pearl. Introducing Jewel!”

  The crowd that was quiet for me now roared for her. A faster tempo bounced from the speakers as she leaped on the stage. I had been off for a few days and here comes a face I had never seen before. Glistening skin and rainbow colored hair on a body that looked to be engineered for the pole. Her perfectly plump ass poked out of boy shorts that looked tight enough to constrict her b
reathing. Like a python, a mid-drift shirt hugged her breasts.

  “Who the fuck is that.” the words came out as I watched her climb to the ceiling, but instead of sliding down the pole, she grabbed on to the rafters.

  “Oh shit... Look at Jewel ride the ceiling.” the DJ screamed and like a gymnast she wrapped her legs around the beams and swung as if she wasn’t twelve feet in the air.

  I was awestruck, ready to throw my money in the air at her ass but it was too late. The stage was already drenched in dollars with a monsoon of ones falling and spiraling through the air. I watched the crowd’s reaction. They were stuck to her ass like glue as she sailed back to the floor landing on the money in a split so forceful that her ass made a thunder clap when it hit the stage.

  That was my money and now she was dancing on it as if to mock me. Somehow we locked eyes, through her long multi-colored weave she winked at me. I wanted to climb the stage and punch her in the face, and I didn’t even know the bitch.

  She rolled around on the money, her six-inch clear stilettos kicking at the bills as she picked one leg up and pointed to the sky. One of my signature moves.

  “What you think Syd?” Carl was at my side fitted in a custom suit taking puffs from a cigar. He looked more like a stockbroker than an owner of a strip club.

  “I leave for three days Carl and this is the shit you do?” I was beyond pissed and pulling at my hair to keep from slapping him but it wasn’t his fault.

  “Aww you know its business and never personal baby girl.” He cheesed flashing a gold tooth. He wasn’t the same Carl I met a year and a half ago, the money and acclaim of Club Fantasy had his wardrobe, car, and persona uplifted. Yet, all of the new money was made off my ass, sweat, and pole burns.

  “Oh it’s not personal. Who is that?” I pointed as she walked off the stage. A few other stagehands swept her dollars into bags as sashayed from her tower of money and over to us, interrupting our conversation to give Carl a hug.

  “Blu or Jewels, meet Syd AKA Syd Vicious.” Carl smiled looking between the both of us to gauge a reaction.

  “Nice to meet you.” she held out her hand but I didn’t take it. Instead, I stared at her, letting her know without words that this was my club. She was new and I wasn’t giving up my territory to her. There was no need in me pretending that we were friends. A year and a half in the game, I wasn’t new to this shit.

  “Oookay then.” she laughed turning her attention back to Carl. “Can I count up in your office Daddy? You know how these jealous hoes get.” she flicked her multi-color mane in my direction as she talked.

  “Sure boo.” Carl devoured her with his eyes, eating her from head to toe as she turned around to leave he slapped her ass so hard that I felt it.

  “Best ass money could buy.” Carl snickered taking another puff of his cigar. I felt like throwing up as I watched her bloated jiggling ass walk away.

  “So that’s what it’s about. You’re fucking her so she gets preference.” He laughed at that.

  “Syd...Syd” he shook his head at me as if I missed something. “Did you see her ass? That silicone filled monster has these motherfuckers going crazy. Look.” I surveyed the room. As she sashayed across the room, every man she came across either gawked or tried to talk to her.

  Some tried grabbing at her, but security was there to break it up. Somehow, in all of the commotion two guys started fighting over her. I shook my head watching her ass cheeks as she disappeared into the crowd.

  “That reminds me of Lightening.” Hearing her name pissed me off. “Where is she anyway?” He asked about Lauren licking his lips like he was suddenly thirsty.

  “She is in medical school studying to be a doctor,” I said proudly putting him back in his place. Lauren and I weren’t as close as we used to be but I wasn’t going to let him talk about her like some meaningless nut in a discarded condom.

  “Oh... well good for her. But I need a new moneymaker. Either you start bringing in some cash or get in line because that is my new ATM,” he laughed pointing to the money being swept into bags from the stage.

  That used to be my money, I took a few weeks off for finals and this is what happens. I looked from the stage to Carl who was now laughing at his own joke and coughing until he began to choke a little. But I had another heartbreaker for him. I was taking another vacation, only this one I finalized moments ago.

  “I won’t be here for the next three weeks.” I blurted out breaking off his rant about money. I glanced around the club watching the men. It was a new crowd and there had been a new fascination with big asses since I started. It was time to take matters into my own hands.

  “Three weeks? Where the hell are you going?” his hands flailed as he rambled about how much money I would cost him. He stopped speaking as I said nothing.

  “You can’t be gone for that long. What about the customers?” His voice was cracking now, as he looked ready to plead with me but that time had passed. My mind was made up.

  “I can maybe come back sooner and bartend or something.” He nodded his head at that solution but he still held a frown.

  “Look Carl I gotta go but they will survive and when I come back I will be better than ever.” I winked at him turning on my heels and walking away. There was nothing left to discuss with Carl, I was going to change things up and he would be much happier when I returned.

  “You better check in with me every week,” he demanded as I walked away. As much shit as Carl talked he still needed me.

  “Time for an upgrade Syd,” I said to myself turning around and looking at my ass. If things kept up this way, I wouldn’t be Syd Vicious anymore... I would be Sydney the full time broke student. I couldn’t go back to that; there was no way in hell I was letting that happen.

  Winding through the back halls, I bumped into her, the new girl Blu or whatever the fuck her name was. She couldn’t see where she was going over the huge bag of money she was still carrying.

  “Excuse you.” She barked.

  “No excuse you. You bumped into me.” We had a standoff, only the bag of money between us. I hadn’t had a fight since I first came to the club but I was ready to throw down. The seconds that went by seemed like hours, I assessed her as we stared each other down. She was shorter than me; besides the fake boobs and inflated ass she was nothing. I could wipe her ass out with one punch.

  “Yeah whatever.” She broke our silence, rolling her eyes and continuing past me.

  “Next time you bump into me you WON’T be walking away.” I said to her back. She stuck up her middle finger, which only made me laugh. My chuckle echoed through the hallway until she disappeared down the hall and into Carl’s office.

  “These new bitches are going to learn not to fuck with me,” I said to no one in particular.

  It was time for me to do a count up and go home. I had too many things going for myself to squabble with some bottom feeding stripper bitch that would never be anything in life.

  I headed to the locker room my heels tapping on the concrete floors. My plan was to do my little bit of counting, change and get home.

  Then the real work would begin. I was going to turn Club Fantasy on its head when I came back. No one would be able to see this coming.

  Chapter 2

  Blu

  I came from a long line of hustlers. Reaching way back to my Daddy who sold drugs and got killed when I was twelve. I was devastated and lost and it left my mother, two brothers, and I to fend for ourselves. We went from a five-bedroom house in the suburbs to a two-bedroom apartment in the projects within a matter of months. Through it all, I didn’t see my Momma cry once, all she told me was “One day we are going to get our house back.”

  I doubted her many times but I dared not say it. As she worked two jobs to keep us fed and clothed, I prayed something would change.

  A year or so later my prayers were answered when my aunt started coming around in new cars, fly hair, and fancy clothes that cost more than our rent.

  “Sis I can
get you in the game too. Just say the word.” She would say to my mom, and as a kid I didn’t ask what the game was. I fantasized that maybe she was a spy, or had a fancy job working downtown where she wore suits and pretty dresses every day. Those were all things that didn’t happen to people that lived in my neighborhood but I dreamed anyway. Until one night, she called me into her room as she stuffed bikinis into a bag.

  “You are the woman of the house. You hear me? Don’t answer the door and make sure the boys do their homework and go to bed on time.” I wanted to ask a million questions but I said nothing but “Yes ma’am.” as I walked her to the door. My aunt’s drop top coupe was outside at the curb waiting for my Momma.

  I watched them drive off until I couldn’t see her anymore. She was gone leaving me to watch over my younger brothers all night. That was the longest night of my life; I dreamed that she would find a rich man that would take us out of the ghetto.

  That next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon and pancakes. We all rushed to the table scarfing down food as my Momma smoked a cigarette and counted her money in the next room.

  Hundreds of dollars that she used to unfold and layout across her bed. I remembered it like yesterday, the green bills flattened out covering her bed like a sheet. Her words stuck with me even today.

  “Don’t let nobody judge you. You do whateva you gotta do to feed your family.” We never talked about her being a stripper and at that time her quote meant nothing. It all continued with her leaving at night and coming back during the day making our life better. We moved and I grew addicted to the life. Seeing her come home with bags of money, showering me and my brother’s with everything we wanted until one day she didn’t come home.

  She was found murdered by a jealous bitch that wanted her money. Ever since that day, I felt like an elephant was lying on my chest. Now that she was gone, it was me that was left to take care of my brothers.

  I needed to get them through college, and take care of myself. I didn’t care that I was half naked, dancing and jumping off poles to make money. It was all in a night’s work and after all, I was bred from a lineage of hustlers. So now sitting in Carl’s office with my heels crossed on his oak desk, my hands crossed on my lap and boy shorts gripping my ass, I felt like a fucking boss.