WAIT! Itâs been ME spending MY money?
Misplaced Lens Cap
sheepfilms

romaâ

â
h
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kaledo Art

oozey mess

pixel skylines
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

ellievsbear
Xuebing Du

izzy's playlists!

â
Stranger Things
hello vonnie

Andulka



seen from Indonesia

seen from Taiwan

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States

seen from Taiwan
seen from United States

seen from Switzerland

seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from China
seen from Australia

seen from United States
seen from Uzbekistan
@agoldensea
WAIT! Itâs been ME spending MY money?

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
One of the finest men Iâve ever met (weâve known each other for a long time) just said I was one of the sexiest women he knows.
anok yai face card never declines, glam by ngozi esther edeme
i love this gif im posting it everywhere today
Punching Him Thursday

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
IDGAF what the economy is doing, I'm going to get what I want, eat well, and live an abundant, happy, well-designed life. I didn't come here to suffer or be in bondage.
This is a reminder that your work's popularity has nothing to do with it's quality!!!! Just because you might not have a lot of readers doesn't mean your work isn't amazing.
SPRUNG.
Chapter One
Stack was tired. Not âin need of sleepâ tired. Not âI need a vacationâ tired. No, this fatigue went down to his bones, the very marrow of who he was. His mother, a God fearing, no shit taking woman had always told him and Smoke that there was a season in life for everything, a time to be born and a time to die,a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh. Well, Stack could say his life was a wreck around him and sure as shit wasnât laughing.
Even now, thinking about it, it amazed him how much had fallen onto his shoulders all at once.
His mama getting sick.
Smoke and Yetunde losing their baby girl.
Three of his best mechanics up and quit on him.
Smoke and Yetunde separating, and ultimately divorcing.
Their daddy is actually making parole, out there in the world after twenty years behind bars for trying to burn down their home with him, Smoke and their mama inside. These past few years, the hits kept coming. Every single time he got back up, something, someone, would simply knock him right back down again. And some days? Some days he wanted to just stay there. Low in the dregs of the tragedies flowing around him, over him. If it were up to him, he would.
But Smoke needed him. His mama needed him, even if sometimes she was too stubborn to admit it. So he pulled himself up from his misery and put one step in front of the other even if some days he truly felt that he would rather die than keep going. He couldnât share these thoughts with his twin. Which felt unnatural because they shared everything. Still, how could he? How could he turn to his brother who would forever be separated from his daughter on this earthly plane and tell him that on some days, he thought about joining his niece there? No, he wouldnât put that hurt on the man he loved most in the world.
So he carried it. He carried it in silence that was suffocating, but he fucking carried it, because he has no other choice. Here he sits, going over ledgers and numbers, his jaw ticking in and annoyance and exhaustion, the exact same behavioural language as his older, wiser twin. Stack feels the usual migraine coming on when heâs stressed or working too hard but he ignores it. As he works, he hears a familiar gait heading to his office, over the murmurings of the rest of his employees and scrapes of tools in his garage.
And thereâs Smoke, leaning against the frame of his office, his figure so big, itâs blocking out the light of the garage right behind him. Smoke tilts his head, watching his brother, taking note of the exhaustion and the air of malaise that clings to him like a second skin.
âYou ainât even gonna say hello to your big brother?â Smoke says lowly.
Without looking up, Stack kisses his teeth âWatchu want, man?â Stack asks, clearly irritated.
Smoke laughs, finally entering his brotherâs chaotic office fully.âWhat I want is for you to get some fresh air. All you do is sit in this office and stress yourself out. When was the last time you smelled air that wasnât tainted with engine oil, huh?â
Stack lets out a frustrated sigh and leans back in his chair, finally looking up at the face thatâs so similar to his own.
âI gotta get the garage straight man. You know that. Mamaâs bills-â
âYou ainât paying Mamaâs bills by yoâself. You know that. And the garage running fine. You straight. You more than straightâ Smoke cuts in.
Stack says nothing, just rubs the back of his neck, the heavy gold rings on his left hand a soothing weight to his aching head.
âSo watchu want? Cause I know you ainât here for just charity.â
Smoke laughs gently.
âNigga, fuck you. Here I go tryna do something nice for my one and only brother, trying to check in and thatâs how you wanna do me?â
Stack simply rolls his eyes, used to Smokeâs gentle ribbing.
âYou gonâ tell me what you want? Or you just gon cosplay Nurse Nightingale up in here?
âWe going to Pink Fantasy tonight,â Smoke tells his brother, a rare grin appearing on his face.
Stack just rolls his eyes harder. âThe hell we are. Maybe YOU goinâ. I ainât got shit to do with
that.â
Smoke raises a brow in disbelief.
âThis the same man that used to turn Magic City into a monsoon of paper every time he set foot in that bitch?â
Stackâs jaw flexes again. Heâs so tired. Why is he always so tired?
âThat wasâŚbeforeâ he responds to his brother tiredly.
Smokeâs eyes gentle again, sitting across from his brother.
âAye man. I know. You hear me? I know. But you need a break. I need a break. And if that break includes some ass in our face, so what? We deserve it.â
Stack looks up at his brother. He sighs, knowing that heâs already lost the fight.
âFine. But Iâm only gonâ be there an hour. After that? Iâm going the fuck home, you hear me?â
Smoke claps his brother hard on his shoulder. âYeah, yeah I hear you.
Later.
Stacks slides into the passenger seat of Smokeâs range rover, chain swinging, gold grill glowing faintly in the inky darkness of the night. For all the tragedy and pain the men have experienced in the past few years, they look nothing like what theyâve been through. Smoke is dressed in all black, a thin cashmere pullover stretching over his muscular frame, matching dark slacks, looking menacing and magnetic at the same time. Stack is in an oxblood silk button down, gold cuban link chain matching his earrings, his bracelets on his left wrist, his rings on his left arm and the grills in his mouth. His dark wash jeans are simple but scream âI got money and I ainât afraid to spend itâ.
Smoke shakes his head when he sees his brotherâs outfit.
âNigga, you got the entire state of Louisianaâs jewelry on!â
Stack just lifts an eyebrow.
âAnd so what? If Iâm gonâ go out, Iâm gonâ show out. You know how I do. Smoke mutters something about his brother being an insufferable show off and speeds off into the night.
The entrance to Pink Fantasy is unassuming. Just a door that looks like a vault, with a heavyset woman guarding it.
Stack is intrigued.
âI ainât never seen a female bouncer before. How you figure?â Stack asks.
The woman just smirks at him before showing him her glock. He laughs. â I ainât tryna get lit up.â
She nods.
âGood. Then you boys have a good night.â
Smoke and Stack walk in, the strip club is bathed in purple and blue light, the floors that the girls are dancing on are completely clear. The opening lyrics to Baby Keemâs â$ex Appealâ play in the background as a particularly stacked woman twirls around the pole with a grace that compliments the song and her curves, golden locks whipping back and forth. Both Stack and Smoke are instantly captivated. Noticing them she slithers to their side of the floor, undulating softly, with a lazy smile. Stack smirks back, placing a dollar, right in her thong. She laughs, throwing her leg back before blinking seductively at Stack.
âYou got a name?â Stack asks.
She runs her lips across the front of her teeth.
âBlack Cherryâ she responds.
Stack tilts his head up at her.
âCherry huh? Suits you.â
Cherry smiles and winks at both Smoke and Stack.
âI knowâ she shoots back cheekily.
Stack chuckles, pulling a wad of cash from his wallet.
âWell Cherry, you have my bro here to thank for getting me in here.â He leans in closer to Cherry, whoâs still moving in slow motion like sheâs in water, the song having changed to Juvenileâs âSlow Motionâ.
âHe deserves a reward, donât you think?â He stage whispers the beautiful woman putting on a show for both of them. Cherry pretends to think, then a slow smile climbs up her pretty face.
âYeah, I think so. Do you think so, sugar?â she asks this to Smoke, her dark skin glistening under the lights.
Smokeâs pupils dilate a little bit,âI shoâ do think soâ he responds.
Stack nods with satisfaction before sticking a wad of cash in Cherryâs ample cleavage.
âShow my brother a good time, ok?â Cherry hops off the floor before grabbing Smokeâs hand to lead him to one of the private rooms.
âOh, I definitely willâ her voice floating through the club as she cuts through the mass of people with Smoke.
Stack laughs softly to himself.
âThat nigga deserves it.â He heads to the bar and gets himself a whiskey sour, watching the parade of beautiful women perform for adoring audiences of all kinds. Appreciating women who are wearing sashes and are drunker than they have any right to be, clearly a bachelorette troupe. Lone men with hungry eyes and open pockets. Groups of straight men jeering and laughing. Queer men singing along to the music and complimentingthe strippers on their skin, their hair, their core strengthâŚ
And thatâs when he sees her. She glides to the stage, almost like sheâs floating. And it feels like Stackâs heart stops right in his chest.
Sheâs wearing a midnight blue bustier with a matching thong. Her fringed pleasers are a dark blue as well. Her skin absolutely glows under the club lights, her curves are showstopping. Large, full breasts. An ass that couldnât quit if it tried framed by the sort of thighs a man hopes he dies in between. The swell of her full belly a sweet compliment her rounded hips. But itâs her eyes that get him, perfectly almond shaped, thick eyelashes highlighting them, inviting the seer to come closer. Stack wouldnât be able to tell a living soul how he ended up right in front of her. It seemed like he blinked and one moment he was at the bar,nursing his whiskey sour and the very next he was in front of the hypnotic,swaying dream dressed in denim blue.
Annie felt his eyes before she saw him. She was used to people looking at her. In fact, she was worried if they didnât. Being looked at was what got her paid. But this was different. This wasnât just lustful admiration, this was hunger. Deep and unfathomable, like the oceanâs depths. She could feel it. She turns around and there he is. A brown skinned man with enough gold on him to fill the Calcasieu, dressed in a red silk button down. He was handsome. No doubt about that.
Actually, he was fine as hell. But that didnât mean nothinâ. Lots of fine niggas came in here and threw money around. But ainât a single one of âem ever looked at her like they wanted to breatheher in. That? That was new. And she was intrigued.
Stack stared up at her, entranced by her moves, her eyes.
âYou beautifulâ Stack whispered.
Annie bent low, wiggling her ass in his face, before twisting, feline like, to watch his expression.
It was rapturous.
âWhatâs your name?â Stack asked lowly.
Annieâs lips quirked.
âNightriderâ she breathed out. Stack made no indication that he heard her, too entranced by the sway of her hips, the way her ass moved from side to side before switching to a grinding motion to Beyonceâs âNo Angelâ.
âCan IâŚCan I have a dance?â Stack asked hoarsely, eyes still on her hypnotic form, in a trance and completely oblivious to the world around him. They could rob him right now, in this moment and he wouldnât have a clue. He was in Annieâs world, the only world he wanted to be in.
Annie smiled.
âOf course, sugar. You wanna stay here or take this somewhere more comfortable?â
Stackâs eyes snapped up, Annie had finally turned around. Stack was so close he could see the intricate details of Annieâs corset, the sweat that had given her skin a subtle sheen. He realizes heâs been staring without actually answering her.
âSomewhere more comfortableâ. Annie smiles like thatâs the answer she wanted to hear. She glides down from the bar and Stack holds out his hand for her. Annie giggles.
âSuch a gentlemanâ. She guides him to her backroom, pushing him into the plush sofa. Itâs quiet in here, safe from prying eyes and loud laughter. But Stack can still hear his heartbeat in his ears, because Annie is closer than before.
Annie swings one gorgeous, glistening leg over him before straddling him. Stack groans from her heavy, sweet weight. Annie begins to grind on him and he gasps. Annie giggles again.
âYou having fun, sugar? She asks sweetly. Stack nods mutely. Words wonât come. Annie just raises a perfectly groomed brow.
âSo show it?â This briefly pulls Stack out of his reverie and he immediately starts showering Annie with bills.
âThank you, babyâ she purrs, before pulling off him.
Stack feels the loss immediately, he wants to tell her to come back but then sheâs climbing thepole in the center of the room, and she looks incredible, the light catching on the crystals of thebustier, her pleasers making rustling sounds as she does tricks on the pole that make his head spin. She twists her heavy, curvy frame into a helix, flexing her core strength, her ass molding into a perfect shape before swinging both legs in the air and doing a split on the pole.
Eventually, she just twirls, cherry red hair swinging, breasts heaving as she makes herself one entity with the pole. Done with her tricks, she slithers up to Stack continuing her lap dance.
Stack is sure heâs never been harder in his life. Heâs so hard he thinks heâs going to pass out.
So hard, his dick could go through a brick wall, so hard heâs leaving a wet spot in his boxers,precum making them sticky and uncomfortable, but he dare not move to adjust himself. Not when Nightrider is on top of him again breasts pressed to his chest, ass bouncing without apology, her scent of jasmine and mint swirling around him making his head hazy.
Annie looks into Stackâs eyes and heâs completely gone. Itâs heady and addicting and it makes her want to fuck him, or be fucked by him. Sheâd never do that. Not here, not now. Itâs a line she wonât cross, but heâs making it hard for her. Heâs looking at her like sheâs hung the moon. So maybe she canât fuck him, but it doesnât mean she canât break one of her rules.
âYou wanna touch me, baby?â Stack nods.
âUh-uh. I asked you a question, honey. And I need an answer. I said do you want to touch me?â
Yeah, yeah I do. Stack responds brokenly.â
âWell go ahead, I ainât stopping youâ Annie smirks. Stack does something she doesnât expect.
She thought that he would immediately go for her ass or her tits. Maybe even her thighs. Lord knows heâs been staring hard enough. But no, he glides his hands up her neck to cradle herface. Annieâs breath stutters in her chest.
âYou so beautiful, Nightriderâ Stack says hoarsely. Now itâs Annieâs turn to be stopped in hertracks. All night sheâs had the upper hand, when Stack said earlier that she was beautiful she now? She FELT it.
âThank you.â She whispers back.
Oh this was so deliciously good!!!!!!!!! And ending it on a cliffhanger is ruining me because I need to know what happens in that room! Stack is transfixed! And I love Annieâs stage name too.
@nahimjustfeelingit-writes thank youuu. I totally understand Stack. If I saw Annie in a strip club and she asked me to empty my wallet, I would. Itâs not tricking if you got it, and one thing I believe wholeheartedly is Stack got all of it and more đ¤đ¤Ł.
I was supposed to update with the second chapter but life got away from me and Iâve been resting after my graduation. Iâll definitely update with the second chapter this coming week though. Iâm happy you like it, youâre my favorite fanfic writer on this site â¤ď¸đđĽ°.
Read this again today!
I love that you gave Stack some depth here too! We need more of that from him
Thank you for noticing @nahimjustfeelingit-writes â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
The stack on my mood board for creating this world is not the one we see at the beginning of the film. Itâs the one we get to see at the end. He still has his swagger, but you can also see how life has worn at him- the death of his entire family (mama gone, no good daddy gone, twin brother gone, beloved sis in law gone, niece gone, world he grew up in, vanished to the sands of time) and looking into the face of his cousin now an old man, something he never got be. Something that he will never be. Something that people in his community because of that fateful night- had stolen from them.
There is depth and texture and sadness there, layered on top of his coolness and how he owns a room and thatâs what I am interested in portraying. Smoke isnât the only one capable of introspection and the burden of carrying loss. When he offered Sammie the chance to be turned it wasnât a devilâs bargain. It was a chance for Stack to have some connection again to the past that has slipped out of his hands.
Idk I just really love Elias, thatâs my best friend đŠ.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Id fuck tigress from king fu panda
but would she fuck you? humble yourself
Bitches wanna buy their boyfriends the latest consoles but when was the last time he CONSOLED you? ps 5 years ago
SPRUNG.
Chapter One
Stack was tired. Not âin need of sleepâ tired. Not âI need a vacationâ tired. No, this fatigue went down to his bones, the very marrow of who he was. His mother, a God fearing, no shit taking woman had always told him and Smoke that there was a season in life for everything, a time to be born and a time to die,a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh. Well, Stack could say his life was a wreck around him and sure as shit wasnât laughing.
Even now, thinking about it, it amazed him how much had fallen onto his shoulders all at once.
His mama getting sick.
Smoke and Yetunde losing their baby girl.
Three of his best mechanics up and quit on him.
Smoke and Yetunde separating, and ultimately divorcing.
Their daddy is actually making parole, out there in the world after twenty years behind bars for trying to burn down their home with him, Smoke and their mama inside. These past few years, the hits kept coming. Every single time he got back up, something, someone, would simply knock him right back down again. And some days? Some days he wanted to just stay there. Low in the dregs of the tragedies flowing around him, over him. If it were up to him, he would.
But Smoke needed him. His mama needed him, even if sometimes she was too stubborn to admit it. So he pulled himself up from his misery and put one step in front of the other even if some days he truly felt that he would rather die than keep going. He couldnât share these thoughts with his twin. Which felt unnatural because they shared everything. Still, how could he? How could he turn to his brother who would forever be separated from his daughter on this earthly plane and tell him that on some days, he thought about joining his niece there? No, he wouldnât put that hurt on the man he loved most in the world.
So he carried it. He carried it in silence that was suffocating, but he fucking carried it, because he has no other choice. Here he sits, going over ledgers and numbers, his jaw ticking in and annoyance and exhaustion, the exact same behavioural language as his older, wiser twin. Stack feels the usual migraine coming on when heâs stressed or working too hard but he ignores it. As he works, he hears a familiar gait heading to his office, over the murmurings of the rest of his employees and scrapes of tools in his garage.
And thereâs Smoke, leaning against the frame of his office, his figure so big, itâs blocking out the light of the garage right behind him. Smoke tilts his head, watching his brother, taking note of the exhaustion and the air of malaise that clings to him like a second skin.
âYou ainât even gonna say hello to your big brother?â Smoke says lowly.
Without looking up, Stack kisses his teeth âWatchu want, man?â Stack asks, clearly irritated.
Smoke laughs, finally entering his brotherâs chaotic office fully.âWhat I want is for you to get some fresh air. All you do is sit in this office and stress yourself out. When was the last time you smelled air that wasnât tainted with engine oil, huh?â
Stack lets out a frustrated sigh and leans back in his chair, finally looking up at the face thatâs so similar to his own.
âI gotta get the garage straight man. You know that. Mamaâs bills-â
âYou ainât paying Mamaâs bills by yoâself. You know that. And the garage running fine. You straight. You more than straightâ Smoke cuts in.
Stack says nothing, just rubs the back of his neck, the heavy gold rings on his left hand a soothing weight to his aching head.
âSo watchu want? Cause I know you ainât here for just charity.â
Smoke laughs gently.
âNigga, fuck you. Here I go tryna do something nice for my one and only brother, trying to check in and thatâs how you wanna do me?â
Stack simply rolls his eyes, used to Smokeâs gentle ribbing.
âYou gonâ tell me what you want? Or you just gon cosplay Nurse Nightingale up in here?
âWe going to Pink Fantasy tonight,â Smoke tells his brother, a rare grin appearing on his face.
Stack just rolls his eyes harder. âThe hell we are. Maybe YOU goinâ. I ainât got shit to do with
that.â
Smoke raises a brow in disbelief.
âThis the same man that used to turn Magic City into a monsoon of paper every time he set foot in that bitch?â
Stackâs jaw flexes again. Heâs so tired. Why is he always so tired?
âThat wasâŚbeforeâ he responds to his brother tiredly.
Smokeâs eyes gentle again, sitting across from his brother.
âAye man. I know. You hear me? I know. But you need a break. I need a break. And if that break includes some ass in our face, so what? We deserve it.â
Stack looks up at his brother. He sighs, knowing that heâs already lost the fight.
âFine. But Iâm only gonâ be there an hour. After that? Iâm going the fuck home, you hear me?â
Smoke claps his brother hard on his shoulder. âYeah, yeah I hear you.
Later.
Stacks slides into the passenger seat of Smokeâs range rover, chain swinging, gold grill glowing faintly in the inky darkness of the night. For all the tragedy and pain the men have experienced in the past few years, they look nothing like what theyâve been through. Smoke is dressed in all black, a thin cashmere pullover stretching over his muscular frame, matching dark slacks, looking menacing and magnetic at the same time. Stack is in an oxblood silk button down, gold cuban link chain matching his earrings, his bracelets on his left wrist, his rings on his left arm and the grills in his mouth. His dark wash jeans are simple but scream âI got money and I ainât afraid to spend itâ.
Smoke shakes his head when he sees his brotherâs outfit.
âNigga, you got the entire state of Louisianaâs jewelry on!â
Stack just lifts an eyebrow.
âAnd so what? If Iâm gonâ go out, Iâm gonâ show out. You know how I do. Smoke mutters something about his brother being an insufferable show off and speeds off into the night.
The entrance to Pink Fantasy is unassuming. Just a door that looks like a vault, with a heavyset woman guarding it.
Stack is intrigued.
âI ainât never seen a female bouncer before. How you figure?â Stack asks.
The woman just smirks at him before showing him her glock. He laughs. â I ainât tryna get lit up.â
She nods.
âGood. Then you boys have a good night.â
Smoke and Stack walk in, the strip club is bathed in purple and blue light, the floors that the girls are dancing on are completely clear. The opening lyrics to Baby Keemâs â$ex Appealâ play in the background as a particularly stacked woman twirls around the pole with a grace that compliments the song and her curves, golden locks whipping back and forth. Both Stack and Smoke are instantly captivated. Noticing them she slithers to their side of the floor, undulating softly, with a lazy smile. Stack smirks back, placing a dollar, right in her thong. She laughs, throwing her leg back before blinking seductively at Stack.
âYou got a name?â Stack asks.
She runs her lips across the front of her teeth.
âBlack Cherryâ she responds.
Stack tilts his head up at her.
âCherry huh? Suits you.â
Cherry smiles and winks at both Smoke and Stack.
âI knowâ she shoots back cheekily.
Stack chuckles, pulling a wad of cash from his wallet.
âWell Cherry, you have my bro here to thank for getting me in here.â He leans in closer to Cherry, whoâs still moving in slow motion like sheâs in water, the song having changed to Juvenileâs âSlow Motionâ.
âHe deserves a reward, donât you think?â He stage whispers the beautiful woman putting on a show for both of them. Cherry pretends to think, then a slow smile climbs up her pretty face.
âYeah, I think so. Do you think so, sugar?â she asks this to Smoke, her dark skin glistening under the lights.
Smokeâs pupils dilate a little bit,âI shoâ do think soâ he responds.
Stack nods with satisfaction before sticking a wad of cash in Cherryâs ample cleavage.
âShow my brother a good time, ok?â Cherry hops off the floor before grabbing Smokeâs hand to lead him to one of the private rooms.
âOh, I definitely willâ her voice floating through the club as she cuts through the mass of people with Smoke.
Stack laughs softly to himself.
âThat nigga deserves it.â He heads to the bar and gets himself a whiskey sour, watching the parade of beautiful women perform for adoring audiences of all kinds. Appreciating women who are wearing sashes and are drunker than they have any right to be, clearly a bachelorette troupe. Lone men with hungry eyes and open pockets. Groups of straight men jeering and laughing. Queer men singing along to the music and complimentingthe strippers on their skin, their hair, their core strengthâŚ
And thatâs when he sees her. She glides to the stage, almost like sheâs floating. And it feels like Stackâs heart stops right in his chest.
Sheâs wearing a midnight blue bustier with a matching thong. Her fringed pleasers are a dark blue as well. Her skin absolutely glows under the club lights, her curves are showstopping. Large, full breasts. An ass that couldnât quit if it tried framed by the sort of thighs a man hopes he dies in between. The swell of her full belly a sweet compliment her rounded hips. But itâs her eyes that get him, perfectly almond shaped, thick eyelashes highlighting them, inviting the seer to come closer. Stack wouldnât be able to tell a living soul how he ended up right in front of her. It seemed like he blinked and one moment he was at the bar,nursing his whiskey sour and the very next he was in front of the hypnotic,swaying dream dressed in denim blue.
Annie felt his eyes before she saw him. She was used to people looking at her. In fact, she was worried if they didnât. Being looked at was what got her paid. But this was different. This wasnât just lustful admiration, this was hunger. Deep and unfathomable, like the oceanâs depths. She could feel it. She turns around and there he is. A brown skinned man with enough gold on him to fill the Calcasieu, dressed in a red silk button down. He was handsome. No doubt about that.
Actually, he was fine as hell. But that didnât mean nothinâ. Lots of fine niggas came in here and threw money around. But ainât a single one of âem ever looked at her like they wanted to breatheher in. That? That was new. And she was intrigued.
Stack stared up at her, entranced by her moves, her eyes.
âYou beautifulâ Stack whispered.
Annie bent low, wiggling her ass in his face, before twisting, feline like, to watch his expression.
It was rapturous.
âWhatâs your name?â Stack asked lowly.
Annieâs lips quirked.
âNightriderâ she breathed out. Stack made no indication that he heard her, too entranced by the sway of her hips, the way her ass moved from side to side before switching to a grinding motion to Beyonceâs âNo Angelâ.
âCan IâŚCan I have a dance?â Stack asked hoarsely, eyes still on her hypnotic form, in a trance and completely oblivious to the world around him. They could rob him right now, in this moment and he wouldnât have a clue. He was in Annieâs world, the only world he wanted to be in.
Annie smiled.
âOf course, sugar. You wanna stay here or take this somewhere more comfortable?â
Stackâs eyes snapped up, Annie had finally turned around. Stack was so close he could see the intricate details of Annieâs corset, the sweat that had given her skin a subtle sheen. He realizes heâs been staring without actually answering her.
âSomewhere more comfortableâ. Annie smiles like thatâs the answer she wanted to hear. She glides down from the bar and Stack holds out his hand for her. Annie giggles.
âSuch a gentlemanâ. She guides him to her backroom, pushing him into the plush sofa. Itâs quiet in here, safe from prying eyes and loud laughter. But Stack can still hear his heartbeat in his ears, because Annie is closer than before.
Annie swings one gorgeous, glistening leg over him before straddling him. Stack groans from her heavy, sweet weight. Annie begins to grind on him and he gasps. Annie giggles again.
âYou having fun, sugar? She asks sweetly. Stack nods mutely. Words wonât come. Annie just raises a perfectly groomed brow.
âSo show it?â This briefly pulls Stack out of his reverie and he immediately starts showering Annie with bills.
âThank you, babyâ she purrs, before pulling off him.
Stack feels the loss immediately, he wants to tell her to come back but then sheâs climbing thepole in the center of the room, and she looks incredible, the light catching on the crystals of thebustier, her pleasers making rustling sounds as she does tricks on the pole that make his head spin. She twists her heavy, curvy frame into a helix, flexing her core strength, her ass molding into a perfect shape before swinging both legs in the air and doing a split on the pole.
Eventually, she just twirls, cherry red hair swinging, breasts heaving as she makes herself one entity with the pole. Done with her tricks, she slithers up to Stack continuing her lap dance.
Stack is sure heâs never been harder in his life. Heâs so hard he thinks heâs going to pass out.
So hard, his dick could go through a brick wall, so hard heâs leaving a wet spot in his boxers,precum making them sticky and uncomfortable, but he dare not move to adjust himself. Not when Nightrider is on top of him again breasts pressed to his chest, ass bouncing without apology, her scent of jasmine and mint swirling around him making his head hazy.
Annie looks into Stackâs eyes and heâs completely gone. Itâs heady and addicting and it makes her want to fuck him, or be fucked by him. Sheâd never do that. Not here, not now. Itâs a line she wonât cross, but heâs making it hard for her. Heâs looking at her like sheâs hung the moon. So maybe she canât fuck him, but it doesnât mean she canât break one of her rules.
âYou wanna touch me, baby?â Stack nods.
âUh-uh. I asked you a question, honey. And I need an answer. I said do you want to touch me?â
Yeah, yeah I do. Stack responds brokenly.â
âWell go ahead, I ainât stopping youâ Annie smirks. Stack does something she doesnât expect.
She thought that he would immediately go for her ass or her tits. Maybe even her thighs. Lord knows heâs been staring hard enough. But no, he glides his hands up her neck to cradle herface. Annieâs breath stutters in her chest.
âYou so beautiful, Nightriderâ Stack says hoarsely. Now itâs Annieâs turn to be stopped in hertracks. All night sheâs had the upper hand, when Stack said earlier that she was beautiful she now? She FELT it.
âThank you.â She whispers back.
Oh this was so deliciously good!!!!!!!!! And ending it on a cliffhanger is ruining me because I need to know what happens in that room! Stack is transfixed! And I love Annieâs stage name too.
@nahimjustfeelingit-writes thank youuu. I totally understand Stack. If I saw Annie in a strip club and she asked me to empty my wallet, I would. Itâs not tricking if you got it, and one thing I believe wholeheartedly is Stack got all of it and more đ¤đ¤Ł.
I was supposed to update with the second chapter but life got away from me and Iâve been resting after my graduation. Iâll definitely update with the second chapter this coming week though. Iâm happy you like it, youâre my favorite fanfic writer on this site â¤ď¸đđĽ°.
ADD IT TO THE COLLECTION

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
"Armand has always been good." (Assad Zaman, 2026)
me when i see an animal that is known for being in my area