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“I been looking for you. I came not too long ago, thinking I was going to see you, but you were in London,” he replied, staring me deep in my eyes.

I’ll admit Oso was fine. I mean, fine as hell. There was something about him though that made me not want to fuck with him on that level. I’m talking in the past though. Obviously, I was tied down already and wasn’t interested in any other nigga. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve messed around with my share of dope boys before, so I know what came with that lifestyle. A lot of times, those niggas are killers too. Something about Oso, where his spirit seemed so dark. He looked like he was the kind of man that would have a woman at home, and all he does is cheat and beat on her. That’s why whenever he came to the club, and all the strippers were excited to see him, I never felt that way. Don’t get me wrong, I would be excited for the money, but never excited to be in his presence, and think that I was going to be chosen.

“If you would have read the flyer baby, you would have known that it was a livestream event for me. It never said I was going to be here,” my voice was seductive as I spoke to him. I was in my element, so I had to be this way.

“You here now. I want to watch you dance. I’m good for it. I’ll pay you what you’re worth,” he said, picking his free hand up, so he could point to the large stacks of dollar bills that were by his feet.

It was rows and rows of money. That was the kind of shit I liked to see, so I smiled. I turned around for him, allowing him to see this shit from the back.

There was an iPad in the private room, sitting over by the table. I walked over to it, went for one of the R&B playlist, and pressed the first song I saw. Persian Rugs by Jacquees was the song to play. It was the perfect song.

I did a sexy walk over to the pole, gripped it tightly, and started out with something basic. Nothing too crazy, just a sexy pole walk. I walked around the pole at least three times, and once I felt it was enough of that, I planted one hand high on the pole, while keeping the other hand a little lower. Like I could do this shit in my sleep, I flipped myself until I was completely upside down. During this, I extended my legs above me and then hit his ass with the money shot. The money shot was opening my legs into a wide split. The second I did that, money flew in the air at me. That’s why I called it the money shot. I knew once I pulled that trick out of my hat, he was going to start spending that shit.

Always having to show off, even though I was only performing for him, I held myself in the split for a few seconds. After that, I hooked one leg around the pole, doing a controlled spin. I kept spinning and spinning for him. You could tell that Oso appreciated the performance because he continued throwing more money at me.

I took my time. I knew that after this dance, I planned to take my ass home, so I wanted to give him a good experience.

I danced through song after song for him. Well over twenty minutes, I danced for him. By this point, I was finished with the pole. Since that was the case, I crawled over to him, and I had this nigga damn near about to bust in his jeans. He was no longer smoking his blunt. Instead. His arms were spread out behind him on the couch, with his legs still open wide, while looking down at me. I saw the urge he had in his eyes to fuck me. It was killing him.

Because I was such a tease, I stood up and slammed all this ass in his lap.

“Fuck!” I heard him groan from behind me.

I knew that this private show was coming to an end, so I continued to grind in his lap, and then I turned myself around, hitting his ass with my favorite move. The one where I gave him my back, leaned over, allowing my hands to touch the floor, and as if we were fucking, there I was, bouncing forward and backwards on him. His hands reached down, touching my ass, but I quickly moved them. He didn’t take offense to me moving his hands though. He placed them back on the couch and enjoyed the rest of the dance.

Now, I was finished, so I stood up. With a smile on his face, he clapped his hands. The rest of the money that was still stacked, he picked it up and placed it at my feet.

“Keep all that shit. You earned every fuckin dollar,” he told me.

“Thank you,” I said it with a smile.

“Shit, that’s light work. Your nigga out here trying to fuck up your hustle, so you can’t see that it’s so much money out here for you to make,” he said.

When he said that, that’s when my smile disappeared and I cocked my head to the side, not aware of what he was trying to say.

“What you talking about? My nigga not trying to fuck up shit. He knows where I’m at. He has no problem with me getting my money the way I do,” I replied and he shook his head.

“Nah. You fuckin with a green ass nigga. I know Wolf personally. I been copping jewelry from him for a little minute now. I pulled up on him not too long ago. I told him my boy was having a mansion party and how we wanted you to pull up. He shut that shit down. He said you can’t come. That’s why I said he out here fuckin up your hustle,” he finished.

The second he stopped talking, I gave myself time to think about what he just said. All I needed was a second for it to click.

“So, you requested a private room, only wanting me to dance, so you could get back at my nigga I’m assuming?” I asked, ready to hear what his response was going to be.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” once he said that, he pretty much confirmed it.

“Clown ass nigga! Fuck you!” I spat, walking away from him.

I didn’t even care about the money. That shit could stay right here. I loved money, but I promise all money wasn’t good money. I didn’t know the whole story because I’m sure he’d left some parts out, but for Wolf to tell Oso that I couldn’t come to his friend’s private party, I know it had to be for a reason. Wolf wouldn’t just stop my money like that.

“Watch your mouth, beautiful. I would hate for you to see that other side of me,” he said, standing up from the couch.

“Like I said, you’re a fuckin clown. That weak ass threat don’t scare me. Rock, please get this nigga out of here!” I spat.

Oso gave me a look as if that was supposed to scare me and make me back down. I didn’t budge. I stood right here, unafraid.

Rock quickly walked over, and he didn’t have to put his hands or anything on Oso. He just directed him to the door. Oso thought it was funny that he’d gotten under my skin like this because he smirked at me.

Rock escorted him out of the room, and I gave it a few seconds before I walked out. By this point, I was ready to go. Lyric wasn’t here tonight, so I hated that I couldn’t find her and tell her what just happened.