Page 125 of The Ninth

My left leg dropped down along the pole with my right still lifted, hitting a split. I started spinning in a circle, giving the entire club a view.

Come and make it rain down on me.....

I held the pole with my right hand and left hand right below it. Looking down at the dick grabber, I held eye contact with him as I grind my pussy against the pole slowly while sliding down. My lip found its way between my teeth. My left hand rubbed my pussy through the panties before running up my body, rubbing on my titties. Instead of throwing single bills, he tossed stacks onto the stage.

When nearing the bottom, both of my legs hooked around the pole, twirling down quickly. As soon as I was reached the base, I stood with one foot on the stage and the other stretched high in the sky. While I twirled around, he shook his head while smiling. Niggas was damn near barking and biting they ears at the full view I was giving them

Both of my hands held onto the pole as I drug both feet on the stage while spinning. I spun in slow circles at first but started spinning faster and faster. The piles and piles of money started picking up wind. I created my own twister full of blue faces as my feet drug in fast, quick circles. The bills picked up, spinning all around me.

Looking back at my fat ass, I grabbed a hand full, gripping and shaking that mothafucka before a loud smack.

“DAMNNNN MAMAS!” he yelled over the music.

I slowed the circles, coming to a stop. The song started to fade out as I got on my hands and knees, slowly crawling towards him. My head was low, ass high. I almost couldn’t see the edge of the stage from the money being thrown on top of me.

Once I reached him, I pulled myself up onto his shoulders. He immediately folded his hands behind his back, which I loved.

Freakin’ Me by Jamie Foxx (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

I wanna get freakyyy...

Freakin’ Me by Jamie Foxx played as I gripped his shoulders, slowly grinding my body towards him. I grabbed his chin, making him hold eye contact with me. My knees slid forward and back on the stage, pussy thrusting at him.

“Me next!” some nigga beside him said.

I cackled, letting go and slowly crawling backwards. A bitch was high and feeling like Beyoncé. Laying horizontal, I stretched out flat on my stomach against the piles of money. My toes drug up on the stage, lifting my ass in the air. After swinging it in a circle, I slowly lowered it before repeating the motion over and over again.

I was only supposed to dance for those two songs. Shamelessly, I danced to ten. It’s just something about The Ninth that gets me in a trance when I hit the stage.

Unless they were throwing money, nobody ever moved. Cooks in the kitchen popped out from back to watch me. The chilly air. The loud music. All the effects, lights, and sounds. Ben and Liv invested into the club. The art of the pole. My body. It was an experience. Not some raunchy ass dollar club. But a show.

And I was the best performer.

“WHEW!” I smiled as I stepped off the stage with my three bags of money. “I’m sorry, Liv!”

“Sorry my ass! Ben had to go, but he said take care and he knows you’ll show the fuck out. That you did, niece. No payouts tonight. Keep every dime. I love you, Cassie.”

“AWWWWW UNCTIE! I’LL STILL BE AROUND!”

She hugged me tightly, “No the fuck you won’t! I expect the jumpings to go down sixty percent when you gone and another five percent when you take yo cousin’s ass with you! But uh, dude you picked out wants a private section. He paying double to have you alone, but I gotta throw Snow in and some other niggas that paid. We behind schedule.”

“That’s fineeeeeee,” I spun around lazily while smiling. “I ain’t got shit for that nigga one-on-one, anyways.”

“What the fuck you been smoking on?!”

“Ben’s dick if I play my cards right.”

She kissed her teeth, smacking my arm with her empty clipboard. I cackled, watching her speed away as if she had something to do!

I strutted my happy ass over to the bar, giving Kenzie all of my money. I wasn’t in the mood to count it and I didn’t give a fuck to know how much it was. My babies hugged me, telling me congratulations and I did so good my last night. Devyn poured up a whole tray of shots. We just started tossing them hoes back.

“How many niggas you fuck with,” a hot breath asked in my ear.

“Including you?”

“Yeah!”

“None.”