Page 10 of The Ninth
“Uh, no. But thanks.”
“Come with me.”
She stood and I followed her. As if he were waiting, a security guard rushed and picked up the two duffle and make-up bags she brought in. The entire walk to the back, every person Cassie passed glanced at her. She smiled kindly, asking every person how they were and saying hello. They stopped what they were doing to smile or say hi. She was as friendly as ever, and it was contagious.
While entering the dressing room, I found another set of rules for the strippers.
Do not talk about C-Dollas’ nigga.
It’s in your contract that we are not liable for what happens.
No tardiness or calling in.
Once you agree to your schedule, it’s set.
NO outside food or drinks. No drugs.
No poaching or stealing customers.
NO immediate family as free paying customers.
No claim on customers.
TIP OUT STAFF!
DO NOT TOUCH ANOTHER WOMAN’S MONEY.
Dress code highly enforced!
No chewing gum (dancers), oversized clothes or shoes, damaged clothes or shoes, raggedy hair, or oils/lotions less than an hour before call time.
No tip, no touch! Bottle girls shouldn’t be getting felt on at all!
The money will come out of your pockets.
If The Cousins and their accomplice jump you, please contact HR.
The space was huge, clean, and as luxurious as out there. There was a small and fully stocked kitchen. Each dancer got their own mirror, locker, and chair with their name on it. To my surprise, Cassie had an entire set up in the back. She had a huge mirror with bright lights. Her name was plastered across the top. It wasn’t a small little stand, but an entire vanity. I sat in a chair to the side as she unpacked her make-up.
“Do me first!” Tatianna plopped down in her chair.
She looked sexy in a blue one piece set that went up her ass. Her ass was perfectly round, huge, and moved like water. Her titties sat up to her chin and showcased nice areolas. Her face was as pretty as it always been. She looked as if Cassie was her cousin instead of me. I always was jealous of how similar they looked than Cassie and I. They even told people they were actually cousins.
I sat silently as Cassie did face after face. There wasn’t one person that entered this room that left without Cassandra beating them to the Gods. And she’s good. Everyone’s eyebrows looked as good as hers. She did every single skin tone and race effortlessly. She also introduced me to every single girl that sat down and absolutely none of them said anything to me.
Two girls clearly had a crush on Cassie. The first was white and looked like someone rubbed a genie lamp for her. She continuously rubbed Cassie’s ass. The second was...a lot. She was way more aggressive and I could tell Cassie did not enjoy it.
“When you gonna come over with me and Kenan?” the woman barked. She was beautiful, about a milky, light brown color like me. And the prettiest light brown eyes. Tall with a stacked body.
“Pink, I do not want to fuck you and your man. I don’t fuck niggas and you know that! Why do you keep asking after I’ve said no?”
“Fine, then just me...” she said seductively.
Cassie chuckled and kissed her cheek, “Bye, mamas.”
Cassie turned away, rushing to do her make-up. The woman rolled her eyes, slapping Cassie’s ass before scurrying out. As soon as she left our view, Cassie spoke up.
“Do not accept any invitation to fuck any of these women with their man. Don’t even agree to fuck them. A little playful while working is one thing. But these bitches be possessive and sneaky. Their men be controlling and abusive. You do one threesome and now a nigga think you sell pussy for him.”
