Page 9 of The Ninth

The place was huge. It was like an illusion. The inside was bigger than how it looked on the outside. Maybe because the floors dipped in. To the right was the main entrance that had the same rules posted on the wall. To the left was the biggest bar I’ve ever seen. It connected to one part of the wall and curved all the way around to the other. There were at least forty stools in front it.

The poles shined brightly through the very dim lighting. There were smaller sections surrounding a huge stage with four main poles. Both sides of the club had stairs leading up to massive private sections. The décor was...rich. The headrest of the sections had the Mercedes Benz logos on them. The ceiling had the Chicago skyline in little twinkle starlight. The floor was velvet and soft. Security was everywhere. It was...gorgeous.

Not gorgeous enough for me to stop turning my nose up.

“Hey!” Cassie yelled. I noticed the three of them sitting on a couch in front of the stage. I also just noticed the line of half-naked, or fully naked women lined up next to the stage. Once Tatianna threw me a dirty look, I hurried my ass over there.

I sat down and Cassie looked at me, “We do not use our real names in here. MacKenzie is Mac Daddy. I’m Cass Money or C-Dollas. Tati is T-Nice. Okay?”

“Okay...” I mumbled.

“We usually do not come this early, but we have to do auditions for our Unctie.”

I couldn’t even ask what an Unctie was before she spun back around.

The situation I’m in made me uncomfortable. And honestly, I’m not happy about it. Cassie should’ve told me at the apartment. The bitch just staring and smiling at me, waiting to audition with her titties out annoyed the hell out of me. I found a voice in my head asking myself why the fuck haven’t I left.

“You can come on, girly! I’m Mac Daddy!” MacKenzie said sweetly. The first girl stood in front of us. She was white with huge pink nipples.

“No,” Tatianna said plainly.

Her smile dropped and she walked away. The next one came up and just stood there. She was tall, Latina, and her titties and lips were huge. Even I was kind of turned on.

“Can you turn around?” Cassie asked.

She turned around. “Mm,” the four of us said at once.

“Twerk, Miss Mamas!” Kenzie encouraged her.

The moment she hunched her back, Tatianna flew off the handle.

“Ugh,” Tatianna groaned as the girl slowly walked away. “Poncho found out I’m getting flewed out. I keep ducking this nigga and told security not to let him in the gate.”

Cassie cackled as MacKenzie sat forward, “How the hell he keep finding out your tea?! Bitch, I’m scared for you.”

“I don’t know. I should check the house at this point.”

“He could have your number in his phone,” I spoke out. “He can receive the calls and texts you do.”

“A nigga did that to you?!” Cassie asked, astonished.

“No. I did it to him.”

MacKenzie and Cassie started cracking up loudly. Tatianna sat silently, actually considering that’s what he did. Plus, Poncho?!

“Um, hello?!” the girl in front of us waved her hand.

“NEXT!” the three of them yelled.

The woman stepped up to them, pissed. Cassie chuckled. Without even looking up, Tatianna spoke, “Girl, you will touch every wall in here like that light skinned nigga.”

“Oh, so y’all jumping?!”

“Overly jumping,” the three of them said in unison while looking at MacKenzie’s phone. The woman looked at me. All I could do was shrug.

I sat silently as they all gossiped, laughed, and playfully argued. I haven’t been around smooth banter like this in years, if ever. Of the fifty girls, one was hired as a beginner stripper and two told they would get a call. Most of them, the girls didn’t even look at. One was hired but then fired after Tatianna asked who her child’s father was.

“Do you want to try out?” Cassie asked sincerely. Tatianna cackled, standing up and walking away.