Page 124 of The Ninth

She cackled, “Cassandra! I knew you would be tweaking down the road. I threw away the rest and left just four for all of us to take if needed. I’m...okay. The girls are too. You need to take one to calm your nerves. How you gon dance if you feel like this?”

“I don’t even smoke weed, Tati. Fuck I look like taking a loose pill that you say is a perc? Bogus as hell.”

“Issa perc! You just need to get through tonight.”

I glanced at myself in the mirror again.

Cassie could never look a mess. I just looked...upset. With that being said, I grabbed the pill, threw it in my mouth, and swallowed it dry. Anxiety immediately filled my body. I was worried about how I would feel. How I would act. If I would have an allergic reaction.

As Tatianna yapped like we weren’t wanted for a set-up, I painted my face quietly. The shit was coming out perfectly. I smiled big, overly impressed with myself. Skin even and blended. Eyebrows smoked as always. Eyelashes pretty as hell. Tatianna ruined me admiring my work by slapping my arm.

“CASSIE, STOP ACTING STUPID!”

“What am I doing?!”

“WHY THE FUCK YOU CHEESING?!”

I cackled, putting on my outfit for the night. Since it’s my last time dancing or even clocking into The Ninth, I decided to wear a lil less clothes than usual.

When we went out shopping before....I found the cutest set to dance in. The top was light gray and a tank, but the material was thin and see through. The shirt was made to cling to my body tightly, giving the illusion that it was wet. The straps came all the way down, just covering my nipples while my side boobs hung out. The thong was the same material. My entire ass was out, and the pussy part was thin and see through, giving off that it was wet like the tank top.

Looking at myself, I was basically naked. You could see my titties clear as day as well as my entire pussy. My make-up was soft and dewy, as if I just ran through mist. I curled a bunch of small pieces of my hair in the front and did a half up half down in the back. It gave off that my hair was wet.

I looked good.

I felt good.

I knew I was unfuckwitable.

Tati smiled, shaking me back and forth by my shoulders, “Shine on them hoes! YOU THE ONE! THEM OTHER HOES?! GAHBAGE! Go ahead and go, we been back here all damn night and now it’s your call time.”

There was no need to take a deep breath or feel nervous. I felt amazing. After sliding on my clear heels that tied up my legs, I strutted out of the dressing room.

Giggles shook my body as I noticed what Liv did for me. The bottle girls, dancers, security, my bitches from the bar, all lined up, creating a tunnel for me to walk through. They clapped, cheered, jumped up and down, smacked my ass. They told me they loved me, The Ninth will never be the same, how beautiful I am.

DJ: I present to you...the one and only...C-Dollas.

A thunder soundtrack started playing throughout the club. The ceiling displayed clouds with lightening lighting them up every now and then. The stage was water. The back wall had rain coming down. I pushed my shoulders back, taking one step onto the stage.

Wetter by Twista (feat. Erika Shevon)

I’m calling you daddy....

The moment I took that second step, blue faces flew everywhere. I smirked looking out into the dimly lit crowd. Grills were shining as niggas smiled, looking at me. Men in suits stood from their seats, approaching the stage with their mouths dropped open. A thick, country nigga off to the side instantly grabbed onto his dick while his lips said oooouuuuu. Wasting no time, I grabbed the pole and threw myself around it.

My favorite thing to do when solo dancing is finding one nigga to make feel special. As I spun around, I watched him still grabbing onto himself. He looked paid and from what I seen, he looked good too. The perfect target.

I swung to the front of the pole, stretching my legs out into a split. As I slid down to the stage, every nigga had their heads tilted to the side, trying to get a better look at my pussy that was on display. My eyes found the dick grabber’s. I pointed at him and then wagged my finger for him to come here.

My head rolled from the right, slowly to the left as I bounced softly on the stage. Usually I could feel all my muscles working when stripping.

Tonight I felt loose and fluid. Like water.

As he got to the front of the stage, I got up on my feet. Slowly, my body rolled up and over into a an arched positioned. I couldn’t even meet his eyes. All I could see was the blue faces as I showed my “wet” pussy to the crowd. Spreading my legs, I wined my ass in slow circles before shaking it to the music.

After standing, I climbed to the top of the pole. One of my legs hooked the pole while the other was stretched out behind me. I let my arms fall back, spinning in the air with my hair flowing behind me. Noticing I was having too much fun, I got to work and quickly.

Hanging upside down, I used all of my muscle strength to position myself into a floating handstand. My ass jiggled, shaking to Twista’s voice.