Page 53 of The Ninth

It was a bit of a rush because the Fab Four was about to go on. Wait....who the fuck is the fourth one? I know there’s Pink, Snow, and T-Nice which is Tati. I’ve never seen a fourth one on the main stage. As it slowed down and the lights started to lower, I nudged Mac.

“Who’s the fourth one?!”

“The fourth what?”

“Person in the Fab Four.”

Drunk in Love by Beyoncé (feat. Jay-Z)

She laughed, throwing her head back. The lights were down now, only leaving a UV light that caused everyone’s white shirts and shoes to glow. She nodded her head to the stage as Drunk in Love by Beyonce started blasting across the entire club. My mouth fell open.

The first of the four to walk out on the stage was none other than Cassandra.

“I might spin a pole on certain nights. Is that aight with you?”

The stage was glowing blue like water with light smoke hovering above it. The color of the blue even moved like the ocean. She was in a neon thong with a one piece neon fishnet outfit that just covered her legs, arms, and back. Her titties that were out only had neon star stickers on them. You couldn’t see her. Just her body.

The way it snaked effortlessly as she made her way to the pole. It felt like she put the entire club under a spell. Realization smacked the fuck out of me. This is the baddest bitch.

Before her hand touched the pole, blue faces were thrown on her body. She walked around it slowly, showcasing the glowing handprints on her ass. Clear heels were on her feet, so she looked as if she was floating on the blue water. It was insane. She squatted into a low squat, grinding her pussy against the pole.

I want you, na na...

Her ass moved like it had a mind of its own. Everyone in the front row stepped forward, almost on the stage with her. Instead of climbing up the pole, she jumped up with one arm. She swung her body around, throwing herself up and catching onto the pole with the same hand. You could hear the sound of the bills as they went through the air.

Once she was at the top, she did a split on the ceiling. Her ass smacked against it, causing the glowing handprints to jiggle wildly. Everyone yelled out in amazement. After walking on the ceiling, she flipped down with no hands, catching the pole with her knees. We stared in amazement as she swung around, throwing her body to the front of the pole. Her glowing pussy through the panties was there for everyone to see.

Hundreds, hundreds, hundreds. I have never in my life seen this much money at once. They were hurling it from the back, the side, the stairs. Some niggas were throwing entire stacks onto the stage. A man and his wife rubbed and kissed on each other, turned on by watching C-Dollas. I scanned the club. Everyone. Ben and Liv included. Every single body was paused, staring at Cassie.

She was sexy on her own, but that wasn’t her main purpose. Her purpose was throwing tricks on the pole, proving why she only strips for the wealthy.

Both of her hands and feet were on the pole as her body swung around it quickly. She climbed to the top, swirling downward in a spiral. You could barely see her through the money. That’s when a light above her cut on.

We finally got to see her pretty face plus her body better. Even more money was thrown. When she stopped spiraling and the bills fell, we got to see where she landed.

Surfboard...

Tati who snuck onto the pole during the money shower was now horizontally stretched out. Her body swung around the pole quickly, the only thing keeping her on it was her thighs clenched tightly. Cassie now had both feet on Tati, riding her like she was the surfboard. Everyone lost their fucking minds. Cassie was grinding, throwing ass, popping pussy while standing on Tati who just kept spinning in circles.

The music kept repeating the surfboard part as they put on their show. Two other poles lit up, as Snow and Pink appeared. The surfboard section of Drunk in Love started transitioning into Swag Surfin by F.L.Y.

Snow and Pink started throwing tricks on their poles. The momentum picked up. Niggas snatched they shirts off. Ben and Liv were slapping hands. It felt as if The Ninth came alive.

The beat to Swag Surfin finally dropped. Blue and orange confetti shot from everywhere. The entire place erupted into cheers. The sound was deafening. Even Kenzie and I was yelling to the top of our lungs.

Without a thought, I hopped up onto the bar. I screamed, danced, and cheered Cassie on. All of us were swag surfin! Cassie wasn’t some regular ass stripper. This was a performer. Art. The four of them were going crazy. At some point they shared one pole, the first and third person swinging one way while the second and fourth swung the other.

The Fab Four and especially Cassie are The Ninth.

The entire club buzzed with excitement. The music was more upbeat and hyped. The players were standing on furniture, dancing without their shirts on. Some shit that wouldn’t slide on a regular night.

Ben floated through the crowd effortlessly as if he knew them personally. The coach hugged him tightly, asking how he’s doing and if Zay was alright. The wives bold enough to were trying their own stunts on the poles. It was the best time.

Meanwhile, we were passing time until the Fab Four gathered over a thousand bills, counting and splitting them. The bar was almost completely sold out. Just tonight I made more money than I’ve touched in twenty-eight years.

Several minutes later, Cassie and Tati came to the bar, still dressed,

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yelled in their faces. The four of us screamed, hugged, jumped, and twerked. I gave both of them drinks as Kenzie took their money, putting it behind the bar. It wasn’t allowed for anyone BUT Tati and Cassie. As the four of us gushed over their performance, Ben walked up.