“Now that we are all seated… Come on out!” Rio announced into the mic.
“I swear… this bet not be no gay shit.” Ezio groaned before Jisei hit his chest.
The door to the pool house opened and, immediately, all the men sat up in their seats. Women filed out, covered in nothing but black or brown body paint. Their entire bodies were covered except their faces. There had to be about thirty naked women exiting the pool house in two even lines, brown bodies in one and black bodies in the other. Titties bounced and hips swayed as they switched in heels. When they were close enough to walk past me, my neck twisted and my assessment of seeing it from the back confirmed I’d been right. Their asses were on swollen.
I whistled. “Gotdamn! Where Rio get them from?”
“On God,” Tunan, appearing on my side in black, grunted. We slapped hands while both of our eyes scanned the women.
“Some of them from Club Vintage. There go Passion. And look at my bitch White Chocolate!” Missy slapped a white girl on the ass, who was just as thick as the Black women, and she bent down and gave Missy a quick hug, titties dangling all in her face before getting back in line.
“Whew! So fucking glad I brought ones…” Missy opened her purse and pulled out stacks of ones.
Essex grinned. “What can I say? My baby be prepared.”
“What the fuck kind of freaky-ass gender reveal this is?” Vello asked out loud.
“Ion know, but I like it, y’all!” Jisei nodded with glee in her eyes.
“Shit, me too!” Ezio revealed.
“Fact’s!” Tunan agreed before slapping it up with the rest of the men before joining his wife at her table.
The music started, and the painted women all took a spot, distancing themselves apart but still in straight lines. Poles shot up from the grass and once they reached their full height, the dancing began. Waitresses came out, holding stacks of dollar bills on trays, and men and their wives began waving them down to trade out their larger bills for ones. Missy was already prepared, so she was on her feet, walking in front of the girls of her choosing and raining down. Essex was behind her, rapping since one of his songs was playing.
Jisei held her hand out, and Ezio pulled bills from the stack he’d been flashing on the front lawn. “Where the fuck the food at? We ’posed to watch pussy on an empty stomach?” he asked, and I nodded in agreement, hungry as hell.
“We can’t handle money and food at the same time, baby. It’s coming. Want me to go into the kitchen and find yousomething?” Jisei asked as she received her bills from the white-gloved waitress.
“Nawl, Jae Bae. Come on.” He pulled Jisei from the table.
A waitress came up beside me like I’d summoned her, her body well-proportioned. Looking around the yard to see if I spotted the first lady, I handed the waitress money from the other wad in my pocket when I didn’t see her. These waitresses weren’t naked, but the way their white dresses clung to their skin, you’d think they were. She handed me the two stacks of ones, me deciding that would be enough in this mixed company setting.
Under the open sky, dancers moved with fluid grace around the poles while adults, old and young, surrounded them and threw money. The grassy ground didn’t bother them at all as many of them dropped into splits as if they were floating in the air and gravity suddenly paused. Sunlight shimmered on their dark-painted skin, which I knew underneath varied in all shades matching their flawlessly made-up faces. Flipping their hair and winding their bodies, the strippers moved with strength and elegance. They leaped, twirled, and played Twister with the poles, putting the guests in a trance.
I had to give it to Rio; this was a damn movie. There were two cameramen: one at the end of the yard, filming Pia and Nel who had their own two strippers dancing all over them, and the other was filming Essex and Missy’s faces. This scene would be perfect in one of his videos, the uncut version that could be released on YouTube, and if Bella’s ass caught wind of it, she’d find a way to get the video on prime time TV too.
I felt eyes on me, and when I looked up to see Don had pulled two girls from the pole and was pointing to me. I’d gotten my ones but had yet to move. This nigga was always trying to control some shit. I mugged his ass before watching the two thick-ass women switch my way, abandoning their pole. Both wereperfect, dark chocolate on their face as the brown paint adorned their bodies. This time, when he lifted his glass, I raised one of the stacks of money. Pushing my chair back away from the table, one of the girls lifted her leg, popping her pussy right in my face.
No smell. Good start.
Her partner bent her ass right over in front of me, close enough to sit her ass on my lap. She began wiggling her legs, creating a wave of brown Jello. Popping the rubber band on the first stack, I was slumped in my chair as they were dancing in my space. The one that had lifted her leg did it again, but this time, she twirled and landed on my lap. Her titties grazed my Jesus piece as she grinded on my dick. The other stripper was still in front of me, and as I watched her ass jiggle with fury, I peeped the garter belt on her upper thigh. Leaning over with the stripper still in my lap, I grabbed the other’s waist and pulled her closer. Now with her beside me, I pushed her back into the position and stuffed some money in her garter belt. It was so close to her pussy that my finger was inches away from grazing it as I stuffed as many ones as I could.
The song had switched to Tory Lanez’s “The Cry,” making the girls slow down a bit.
My dick was hard as a rock because I was a man, and I hadn’t busted a nut in well over a month. I had two of the baddest naked in my lap, and I refused to be ashamed about my dick being harder than a brick.
“We can take this party to the pool house…”
The women had switched places, and both of their garters were stuffed with my money. I was out of ones and was hella tempted to rain straight hundreds on them because they had been putting in work. Her arm was around my neck while her friend was beside me, playing with her pink pussy. This shit had turned triple X-rated, and I no longer wanted to look and see if Shannon was somewhere around the yard.
“Beautiful, I’m going to have to respectfully decline. But…” I jutted my chin back at Don. “He might be up for it.”
They danced until the song ended, and by then, the one beside me had come all over her fingers. They both walked away and went onto the pool house after thanking me. Minutes later, they emerged and returned to the sender. They’d cleaned up, and I fucked with that because grinding wet pussy from an old nigga on a new nigga was foul. Don mugged me as the women approached him, but I paid his ass no mind.
Two songs later, the strippers took a break, and Ezio’s greedy ass was able to eat. That nigga had lost his dad bod weight, but he still ate like Jisei was carrying a baby. She’d been adamant that she wasn’t having any more anytime soon, but I knew he was fucking her with no regard for the shit she was spitting. Plates of lobster, steak, creamed spinach, and sweet potatoes were piled in front of us. I was acting like Ezio today and wasn’t ashamed as I stuffed my mouth. Champagne began to flow, and I declined the offered glass, taking sparkling water instead. I’d been eating all kinds of shit lately, so I was limiting my alcohol intake. The strippers were back in the pool house, and everyone talked about how much fun they were having as they ate.
“They got Rio fucked up. Dicks or Tits been the best reveal I done been to. I fucks with Daylani, but he need to plan the baby shower too.”
