“Siren to the stage. Siren to the stage.”
“I better come out of here with at least a band tonight or I’m flipping all of this shit over,” she chuckled, still sipping from her drink.
It had loosened her up and calmed her nerves.
“Siren to the stage. Siren to the stage. Siren up next.”
“How do I look? Skin still glowing?”
I nodded.
“You look incredible, babe. They’re calling your name.”
Her enhanced brows crinkled.
“Me?”
Chuckling, I nodded again.
“Yes, you. Siren to the stage.”
“Oh shit. That is me,” she shrieked. “Here.”
She handed me her half-full drink. It was her third one. She was on another level. I loved it. And I loved her. From a distance, I admired Saga as she headed backstage. Her persistence was inspiring. So was her resilience. Julian had become her reason, and it had changed every fiber in her being. Motherhood looked good on my friend. I just hoped she understood how much she’d grown because of it and how proud her loved ones were of her for it.
“Siren coming to the stage. Siren coming to the stage. Get your dollars out and pay close attention. This motherfucker is FINE. 90’s fine.”
As the DJ quieted down, 90’s Baby by JT surrounded the club.
Siren emerged from the dark.
“You wanna fuck cause I’m a freak, right? It squeeze tight. A mean bite.”
Her hands were on the pole as her ass cheeks clapped for the audience watching.
“Ahhhhh!” I squealed, moving closer to the stage.
That’s my bitch!
I began tossing money slowly. A few dollars. A few more dollars.
“Got that snapper that them G’s like. No scandal, I’m a lot to handle.”
Saga lowered her body to the floor and slid backward on her knees. Up close, I watched her move like a magician. One ass cheek bouncing after the other. Her round breasts were in her hand, her chin was to her chest, and her tongue was almost close enough to her nipple to taste it.
I shoved dollars in her g-string. Behind me, ones began raining down onto the stage. With incentive, she spread her legs into a split. It didn’t hinder her movements. It enhanced them. My eyes bulged as she lifted her body up and down, riding the floor as if it were Sully’s dick.
I let the money fly. So did the group of men now surrounding the stage, each trying to top the other.
Bingo.
Big tippers were the goal tonight. Loyal clientele was the ultimate goal.
Saga got on all four and crawled toward the pole where she rested the back of her neck and lifted the rest of her body. The pole sank between her ass cheeks. Still, they moved like water in the open sea.
“Goddamn, baby girl.”
“Shit.”
