Page 34 of The Ninth

“Show Liv the video!” Tati smirked.

Before Liv could question it, Kenzie flipped her phone. I cackled as Liv stuttered and then looked at the video closer above the rim of her glasses. She then pushed the phone away, storming off with her empty clipboard.

“Alright, y’all. It’s on tonight,” I said, looking at the four of them.

I tucked my phone into my shorts. Kenzie and Devyn started taking orders. Tati went backstage, waiting to be called out. I started working the floor.

“Oooo shitttt....” a nigga groaned as I walked past the stairs. I looked at his hand gripping on his dick. He was on his way up to the private section alone, so I knew he had money. Them mothafuckas ain’t cheap.

“You need something to sip on?” I asked, leaning over the rail with my ass poking out.

“Yeah, just bring a round of shots. But you stay with them.”

“I only drink the big bottles. Ace of Spades.”

He laughed, “You deserve it. You gonna take my card?”

“Those bottles gotta be paid in cash.”

“Here,” he handed me a thick ass roll with two rubber bands. “Take your tip out.”

“I’ll bring your change.”

He laughed as I stuffed the roll between my titties. I turned around, giving him a better look before walking away. My face immediately dropped as I rolled my eyes. The niggas is the most irruhhhhtating part of this fucking job.

“Ouuu, hol’up!” a nigga grabbed my waist before I removed his hands. “Why you walking so fast? I can’t touch you?”

“Nah actually, you can’t. That’ll be a hundred for putting your hands on me or get the hell out.”

He laughed loudly, handing me three hundred. I didn’t even bother taking his order. The nigga gave therm, I knew he ain’t have no bread. One of the other bitches can play in his face.

I took some drink orders from the middle tables. This allowed me to see what the hell was going on while also pretending to do my real job. In reality, this was a fucking stick up.

I walked to the bar, putting in the small drink orders. I brought them their drinks and then came back for the Ace of Spades.

Kenzie allowed me to come behind the bar. I knocked an empty plastic cup over, squatting low, just so I could count this fat ass stack of money. The roll I put in my titties ended up being sixty bands, all blue faces.

My hands quickly peeled off fifteen hundred for the bottle, sliding it in Kenzie’s hand as she rung it up. Afterwards, I peeled off ten thousand, sticking it on the side of the register. I rolled it back up, sticking it back in my titties.

I popped up, grabbing the receipt, sparklers and the bottle. I made eye contact with Tatianna who was giving someone in a side section a lap dance. As soon as she seen where I was going, she popped up, following me up there. When I made it up the steps I started bouncing to the music, giving him the show he deserved for his eleven thousand dollar bottle.

He lowered the cigar from his mouth, nodding his head slowly. I turned my back, bouncing my ass in circles while standing in between his legs. He sat forward but didn’t touch me. He definitely knows the rules. He was so close, I could feel the smoke he blew out all over my ass.

While he was distracted, Tatianna got on the private pole. I nodded twice, signaling her to pull them big ole titties out! Once she did, I bent all the way forward, putting my pussy in his face. He now had a perfect view of my bitch that was throwing tricks on that fucking pole.

“OH SHIIII....” he yelled.

I shook my ass as I bent over, pouring me and him big shots. His was the entire plastic cup. Mine just a splash. My ass cheeks sat on the cool velvet of the section seat. I gave him his cup, we clinked, and we both drank the cups dry. He was getting pissy, just like a champ.

“Can she have some?” I leaned over into his ear. I placed my hand on his arm. It was the same arm that hosted the hand that was gripping his dick through his jeans.

“Hell yeah,” he nodded.

I got up, pouring the drink in my mouth. I walked to the stage as Tatianna dropped down into the splits. My hands cupped her pretty ass face as I leaned down, emptying my mouth and filling hers.

“How much for me to beat my shit right here?!” he asked, slightly aggressive.

“A lot,” we said at the same time.