“You a’ight? Feels weird heading to the club on a Wednesday, huh?”
“Yeah. Hopefully one of these jobs will call me back, and I can go back to how things were. Don’t get me wrong, I love dancing, but this was supposed to be my savings arrangement, not my bill payer.”
“I get you. What if I told you that I could help you? I mean, you may have to leave the club though.”
I frowned slightly.Why would I have to leave the club?I truly believed he was trying to get me away from stripping. That was one of the reasons I didn’t want to say I would date him exclusively. I felt like stripping would almost violate that agreement. Just from his mannerisms at the club, I knew it slightly bothered him to hear men cat calling. I’d probably made things worse by sleeping with him.
“Well, we can talk about it when I get off. I don’t like my mind to be boggled down with shit before I dance. It affects my performance, which in turn affects my pockets.”
“A’ight. Well, I guess I’ll let you go. Have a good night at work.”
“I will.”
I ended the call and put on my playlist. However, the first song, “Drunk In Love” only reminded about the performance I did for his birthday. I’d never worked that hard to put on the perfect set. I’d pushed my body to the limits with that performance. I’d climbed to the top of that damn pole and did shit that should have landed me on my head. Why was he so special to me? Maybe it was because of how special I knew I was to him.
When I got to the club, one of the bouncers was outside walking people inside. When I stepped out of the car, he walked over to me. “How you doing tonight? I heard you were Obsession. Nice to meet you. I’m Jeremiah.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I shook his outstretched hand. “Are you new?”
“I’ve been here a few months, but I usually only work Monday through Thursday, the days you aren’t normally here. I’ve seen your show though. Straight fire.”
“Thank you.”
“No thanks needed, beautiful.”
I gave him a slight smile as I walked inside. I didn’t miss how his eyes caressed my curves. Instead of my normal sweats and T-shirt, I’d worn leggings and a sweater that was a shimmy shirt, so it didn’t cover my ass. I smirked and rolled my eyes. Men were so predictable. I didn’t mind them looking. I knew my figure was what lots of women desired theirs to be. I made my way to my locker and noticed a couple of new faces.
“Girl, what’chu doing here tonight?”
I gave Desire a smile, but I didn’t answer her. She always tried to talk to me like we were friends. When I didn’t respond to her, she kissed her teeth as she always did and walked away. She made me extra cautious whenever I came in here with everyone. It was like she couldn’t take a hint. If I never responded to her probing, I didn’t understand why she kept asking questions.
As I undressed, the owner stepped in our area. “Hey, ladies. For those of you that don’t know, this is Obsession. She normally works on Fridays and Saturdays. She will now be here Wednesday through Saturday. She’s the one on the billboards, as you can see from her masquerade mask. Don’t ask her to take it off, because she won’t. Be respectful. She’s a sweetheart until she isn’t.”
“Welcome to Werk it Out Wednesday and Thirsty Thursday,” we heard the MC for the night say.
I smiled at Tip and chuckled softly as she left the room. There were a few eyes on me, and I knew it was because they thought their pockets would suffer. I couldn’t concern myself with their insecurities. Tonight, I would be dancing to “Consistency” by Megan Thee Stallion. I was pretty much the only one that loved the slow songs. You had to know how to dance to make them interesting. If you couldn’t actually dance, then you had to have your twerking and pole-dancing routine down.
That alone got me more attention. I knew how to be sexual without constantly twerking my ass. I knew how to belly dance, and that shit hypnotized niggas. After pulling off my clothes and revealing my turquoise ensemble that matched my turquoise and silver mask, I slid on my heels and attached my overlay. The mask had diamond embellishments, and the overlay that covered my bottoms was sheer with ruffles on the sides. My silver heels were the showstoppers though.
I always danced around ten, give or take a few minutes. Tip kept that same energy for tonight and tomorrow night. I was beyond grateful. I liked structure. As usual, the MC, Silk, went to the mic to announce me.
“I know y’all may not be used to seeing her on Wednesday nights, but consider yourselves lucky to witness the hypnotizing performance that Obsession brings to the stage. You gotta be consistent to attract Obsession! If you know then you know! Obsessiooon!”
I made my way out as the beginning of the song played, doing my model strut. I didn’t even want to look out into the crowd as I heard the yells and saw the bills flying to the stage, but I knew if I wanted more money, I would give them everything I had to offer. Money always flooded the stage when I faced them while rolling my hips and spreading my legs to my sides as I squatted, gradually going into a split.
After strutting around the pole and swinging, I shuffled my way to the front of the stage, stripping the overlay off, and rolled my body as I fell into a split. Grinding my pussy on the stage, I looked out into the crowd and saw Jamel sitting front and center. My eyes stayed on his as I pulled off my top. I gripped my nipples as I simulated fucking on the stage. He licked his lips, and my clit tingled, remembering what his tongue felt like.
I went into a handstand and popped my ass and pussy. When the bills started flying, I heard a commotion. Falling back into a split, I noticed Jamel and another guy having words. I continued my show, but I was severely distracted. When they started shoving, a bouncer came and scooped me up while another one picked up my cash. I looked up to see it was the guy I just met, Jeremiah. “You okay?”
I nodded, although I was anything but. I didn’t know what was going on until I heard that loudmouth ho, Desire, talking. “Yeah, that’s yo’ nigga starting shit. The only one I ever seen you give a private dance to.”
She stayed in my fucking business. Her ass was reminding me of my childhood. The only difference was that I was no longer that shy, passive little girl. I was a grown ass woman that would fuck her up. When I started working here, I took self-defense classes and learned to fight, because I’d heard all sorts of horror stories about strip clubs.
I cut my eyes at her and made my way toward the front only for one of the bouncers to yell at me, telling me to get back. They had started fighting. I closed my eyes and went to my locker. I didn’t even care about my ensemble still being on the stage. That shit could stay there. I pulled my leggings back on and put my sweater on. Jamel was going to have to stop coming if he couldn’t restrain himself.
As I made my way outside, Jeremiah yelled at me. “Hol’up! You know y’all ain’t supposed to walk out by yourselves. You leaving all yo’ money, shawty,” he said, handing me a bag.
Jamel had my nerves so bad I’d forgotten about my fucking money. I took it from him and said, “Thank you.”
