Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Moments later, Megan Thee Stallion’s, ‘BOA’ began to play. Nadia went to move, but was halted when a swarm of some of the other ladies wrapped their arms around her and hugged her.
The words, “…and now, comin’ to the stage, for the final curtain call, is blaaaaaack and beautiful, Veeeeeelvet!’ were yelled out from the DJ.
“BITCH, YO’ TIME UP!” she yelled as she burst onto the stage, full of energy and charged with passion. She descended towards the middle of the stage, squatted down low, and rocked her hips from left to right as she mouthed the words to the melody. The tune blended into ‘KEHLANI,’ by Jordan Adetunji. She slowed down as she got to her feet and made her way to the shiny silver pole adorned with lights at the very top and bottom.
She jumped on the pole and twisted her body around it. Faster and faster she went until she was all the way at the top. The crowd of men broke out in whistles and applause as she worked her way back down like a snake, her tongue flicking in and out, and a look of dangerous seduction on her face. Once she hit the floor, she danced, bucked, spun, and gyrated with all of her might.
Her long clear nails wrapped around the pole as she spun around on it upside down, driving the crowd crazy. While she worked it, she removed her top and tossed it on the floor. Her full breasts sparkled from all the perfume oil and glitter she’d applied, bouncing with each maneuver. She made her way to the front of the stage, taking in the usual suspects who showered her with ten, twenty, fifty, and hundred dollar bills, sending her off in style.
As she moved her hips and bent down, she looked between her legs and noticed one man who seemed out of place. And then another, a few feet behind him. The two men didn’t favor nor look familiar, but they had a similar vibe…
She replayed Lennox’s words in her mind.
She kept dancing, her eye on the tall, thin White guy with a dark baseball cap. A dude who’d never been there. The other guy was wearing a button-down shirt and jeans—he also looked way out of place. He stood in the back looking about, as if he’d lost a friend in the crowd.
White guys were not the norm in this club, but they did show up from time to time. They were either older gentlemen—big ballers who had a penchant for Black, Asian, and Latina pussy, and often had a wife with these attributes back home. Or they could be curious freaks trying to get their dicks wet from some dark meat in a secret fantasy, then go to church the next morning with their White families to sing church hymns and talk shit about ‘the ghetto Black folk’ ruining the country.
These guys though did not fit those descriptions. Something about the one closest to the stage smelled off…
She could see his bright, steely blue eyes reflecting like a cat’s in some dark alley, and didn’t miss the bulge in his right pocket. A boiling rage burned inside of her and spread to her heart, making it thump loud and hard. She spun around and around, shimmying and shaking as A Boogie Wit da Hoodie’s ‘Body,’ featuring Cash Cobain, blasted through the speakers.
A few big spenders approached, their fingers adorned with mammoth diamond and emerald rings, and shoved crisp money in her G-string, administering rugged caresses on her legs. Deep voices close to her ear yelled nasty shit over the music. Some though uttered kind farewells.
“Take care, baby girl! Do this last dance for big daddy!”
“Velvet, you got my heart. On soul! Ride out, queen!”
“You da baddest bitch, baby!”
“I wish I coulda fucked yo’ pretty ass. I been tryin’ for months! It’s too late now, but I’mma send you out in style!”
The song began to fade, and she was surrounded by dense cigar smoke, dull purple lights, and her last performance high. She stood covered in cash, drowning in dinero, her bare breasts heaving as sweat collected between her cleavage. Her adrenaline pumped as she eyed the White ninja who’d skulked to the other side of the room. Turning her attention away from him, she looked into the eyes of her patrons for the final time. The DJ walked over and handed her the microphone.
“Thank y’all for lettin’ me entertain you tonight, and all the nights before now. We’ve shared some moments in time, and I hope that I was at least able to brighten your evening. It’s been a pleasure.” The mob gushed with accolades and applause. “I’m leaving, but my gang-gang still here, givin’ y’all the show of a lifetime.” The eruption of feminine voices commenced with happy screams and clapping hands. “Bosses and kings, make sure y’all treat these ladies standin’ behind me right,” she stated breathlessly. “They work hard for the money, and they deserve every dime. These are dancers. Real dancers. The best of the fuckin’ best. We took classes for this shit. Invested in it, so that you could be entertained the way you deserve to be.