A Day in the Life Read Free

the room for any potential money, I located an older gentleman sitting alone at the bar, sipping on a Corona. He was wearing an expensive Armani suit and copper ostrich loafers. To the untrained eye, he probably looked like a nobody, but judging from his attire I knew damn well that he could afford me.
    I sashayed towards him with purpose, ignoring the little young boys that were trying to get my attention. My attention was instead focused on my target.
    "Can I sit next to you?" I asked, smiling that captivating dimpled smile that most men couldn't resist.
    He raised his eyebrows and offered a half smirk.
    "Sure! What's your name?"
    I trailed a tongue seductively along my lower lip, hoping that I was working my magic. "Taboo. What's yours?"
    We shook hands. "Kenny...and that's an interesting name." He motioned towards the bar. "Can I get you a drink?"
    "A Mike's Hard Lemonade would be just fine. Thank you."
    I might have been a hood bitch, but I still had manners.
    I watch him discreetly pull out a twenty before he ordered my drink. He didn't have to play so modest. I already knew what it was.
    After we wasted a little time shooting the bull, I asked him if he wanted a lap dance. One thing about me, that set me apart from the rest of the dancers, was that I actually took the time to build a rapport with these men. Most bitches would just approach a nigga and ask for a lap dance flat out, but I was respectful of enough to at least work my way into earning their money. I would ask about the weather, or if they saw the game, and then work my way in for the kill.
    Most men could dig a respectful bitch over a bad one. Kenny paid for us to go into the VIP room, where whatever could go down for the right price. The VIP room had to be the club's most impressive aspect. It was classy but discreet. There were several red velvet curtains and behind each curtain was a leather couch, a small table and a complimentary bottle of red wine.
    I wasted no time as I undressed and proceeded to give one of the best lap dances he had ever received. I was a confident bitch when it came to my body. I was bad and I knew it, so I didn't get pissy when men wanted to touch me. As long as they were willing to pay I was willing to play. Some of the girls in here had the nerve to get offended when a man would slap their ass. Honestly, how you could you get mad at a man for touching you when you were the one parading around half nude. Men will be men and I didn't have a problem getting an ass cheek squeezed here or a nipple pinched there.
    "You have the prettiest tits in the world," Kenny said as he watched me sway my curvy hips from left to right. I was only warming him up for the full course.
    I took his hand and placed it against my perky left breast. He moaned a little and then blushed. I assumed he was embarrassed by me seeing him so vulnerable.
    "How much is it gonna cost?" he whispered.
    Now he was speaking my language. "How much is what gonna cost?" I teased as I caressed my naked body and writhed my own nipples.
    "To do it?"
    I smirked. "Do what?"
    "Whatever it is that you will let me get away with back here," he hinted.
    "It depends."
    He ran a hand along my toned tummy. "On what?" he asked. "Money? You don't have to worry your pretty little self about that." He fished in his breast pocket and extracted his wallet. "I have two hundred dollars on me right now but I could go to the ATM if thats not enough." He handed me two crisp one hundred dollar bills.
    I folded the money up and slipped it inside my garter belt. "There's an ATM right beside the entrance."
    He grimaced, straightened his red tie, and gave me a defeated look. "I'll be back."
    I smiled. "I'll be here."
    I watched him leave the VIP room, thinking he had another thing coming if he thought he was going to smash for two measly hundred dollars. I wasn't that cheap and I wasn't that pressed.
    After he returned, I gave him a quick fuck and suck and left the VIP room seven hundred dollars