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I want that dollar bill.
My hands grip the pole and I begin to circle the stage. With a slight jump, I lift myself up off the stage and wrap my legs around the pole as the beat thumps against my eardrums.
Holding myself steady with my hands, I use my core strength and push my body away from the pole, holding my ass in mid air and I begin shaking it as hard as I can.
The eyes in the crowd grow wider, and I assume they’re surprised, not only by the amount of movement I can conjure with my ass, but because of the body strength I have to keep myself suspended in the air with only my arms.
I continue to climb the pole, swirling myself around, running my hands through my hair and slowly walking through the air as though there is a floor following me as I make my way up.
I shake my ass. I spread my legs. I whip my hair around. And as I slide down to the floor, I look at the people watching me and pick the poor soul in the VIP section against the stage who is going to empty his wallet at my feet.
Target selected.
He’s gorgeous. Tall, dark, and handsome.
And he’s watching me.
I drop down the pole, pressing my ass to the floor and spreading my legs wide. Our eyes are hooked on each other and I give him a wink.
He adjusts himself in his chair and I notice he’s reaching for his wallet.
It’s working.
I get up on all fours and press my ass into the air before dipping my body down and pressing my stomach to the floor. I’m practically humping the air with my stomach, but it’s making the crowd go wild. I roll myself over, moving slowly to the sound of the music as I run my hands up my stomach, over my breasts, and land on my throat as I arch my back.
The room is dead quiet as I work my shit on this stage. I am the queen of this club and everyone in here knows it.
Timid Dee is gone.
Trinity is in the house.
The stranger watches as I run my hands over my body, biting my lip and digging my nails in just the right spots.
He leans forward, placing his elbows on the stage and I notice the stack of bills in his hands.
Time to work for my money.
I crawl across the stage in his direction and drop down on my ass right in front of him, spreading my legs and giving him the show of his life.
Reaching down between my legs, I grab the string of my thong and slide it to the side.
He bites his lip and raises an eyebrow. He’s enjoying it.
Dollar bills begin to hit the stage, but just as that first bill touches the floor at my feet, a sharp pain surges through my body.
I scream out and grip my side. “What the fuck!?!” I shout.
The crowd seems confused, but the music plays on and the gorgeous guy is still dropping dollar bills at my feet.
When the pain surges again, I collapse into a ball on the stage and a squeak rings out as Aaron cuts the track.
“Trin!” Megan shouts from the side of the stage.
I hear Vanessa’s voice as she enters the stage with the escort that took me back to the VIP room last night.
I’m struggling to breathe as the lights come on and I try to put one foot in front of the other, but I can’t seem to get my legs to work.
“What’s happening?” I ask, feeling the churning in my stomach. “I think I’m gonna hurl,” I groan, leaning myself over Vanessa’s shoulder as they walk me down the stairs and toward the hallway.
