A Day in the Life Read Free Page A

richer. There were two more girls on the list before me, so I utilized the spare time I had by taking a quick shower and refreshing myself. Just because I had got done fucking didn't mean everyone had to know it and smell it.
    As expected my turn on stage had finally arrived.
    "Alright, alright now, gentlemen. I'ma need you to stop texting, stop talking...you ain't gotta stop drinking," Tone joked over the microphone. "But ya'll motherfuckers do have to fasten ya'll eyes to the stage, because next we got coming up is the one...the only...Tabooooooo!"
    I sashayed towards the stage and climbed the stairs that lead to large wooden stage. All attention was focused on me just the way I liked it. The cat calling and whistling began before I could even start my routine.
    I polished the pole off with rubbing alcohol before I could begin. After some of these nasty hoes would spread their ass cheeks on the pole, there was no way I was touching the bronze pole without sanitizing it first. The alcohol also helped me grip the pole better.
    Waka Flocka Flame's "Round of Applause" boomed throughout the club and I was really feeling myself off my little cooler and two glasses of red wine. I wasn't one of these hoes that needed to be drunk or high to do what I did. Entertaining came naturally to me, but it was nice to have a little buzz to boost my confidence level a little higher.
    I gripped the pole and did a sexy dance around it. My rhythm matched the beat of the song. Men began approaching the stage as soon as the chorus began. I climbed the pole and began clapping my ass wildly. It took me a whole year to learn how to do that little trick, and although I did have a few spills while practicing it, I had eventually mastered the pole tricks after three years.
    I popped and gyrated my ass in the air as singles littered the stage in every which direction. Men were making it rain on me and the attention only caused me to get buck. I slid down from the pole and landed in a split position.
    From the corner of my eye, I saw 69 run up the stairs to confront Tone. She had asked for him to play this song, but it was too late. I was making a killing off it. I worked the stage like the professional I had become over the years. Every man up at the stage received some up close and personal action as I bounced and gyrated my ass like my life depended on it.
     
     
     
     

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    After the first song ended, MGK’s " Wild Boy " boomed throughout the club and niggas really got hype, especially since the single was Cleveland's anthem. Money was flying throughout the air like crazy. It looked like a dollar bill thunderstorm up in the GP.
    A lot of my singles fell to the floor and I even caught a few hating ass dancers pocket my cash. I wasn't gonna flip. There had to have been five hundred something singles on the stage, so I wasn't going to sweat the chump change.
    Not to sound arrogant, but it was like every time I stepped up on stage, I shut shit down. Dancing wasn't the word. What I was creating on stage was art! Every movement I executed was done to perfection.
    I flexed my butt muscles with the beat as more money flew everywhere. I was killing shit. Suddenly, John (69's trick) came limping up to the stage with his tired ass pimp walk.
    69 didn't want anyone to fuck with her trick, but she didn't say we couldn't take his money. He ushered me with his index finger to come closer and I wasted no time as I danced my way over towards him standing at the foot of the stage.
    "I can tell by the way you dance that you got some good ass pussy," he said. "Turn around, let me see that jelly!"
    I turned around, bent over, and clapped my ass in his face. This nasty ass nigga had gone so far as to stick his big ass nose between my butt cheeks. I would have protested had he not been slapping twenty dollars on my ass cheeks.
    From the corner of my eye, I saw 69 stomp over towards him and shove him slightly. "Don't be giving my money to these other hoes!"
    "Bitch, I