[A/N] I’m from Atlanta! Georgia Bred, and Cornbread Fed ♥ I had to write about the strip club scene.. well, somewhat!
“Ladies and Gentlemen.. please, get your cash together. We got ATM machines in the back. She 5'6, pretty brown round.. biggest ass and titties in this mothafucka. Thick thighs, the right size. She only take twenties.. so, if you throw any single bills at her.. she’ll throw them back at yo'ass.. open your wallets and purses.. help me welcome my personal homie to the stage.. They call her Shady, because she’s from The Shady Grove. To all my new comers out tonight.. welcome to Magic City, baby!”
I heard Dj Nutso introduce me, it was always funny hearing his introductions it was a different one every night.. I waited for my song to play, before making my dramatic entrance onto the stage.. adjusting my red thong, I heard the bass drop.
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“I been dranking, I been dranking”
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Beyonce’s Drunk In Love blared through the speakers as I crawled down the run way onto the stage.. I whined my waist and touched myself as the hook played over and over again.. every night was nearly the same in this place, but this night was turning out to be a good night, the crowd was thick, Dj Nutso was spinning some of my favorite records, and there was a handsome man on the front row watching intensely as I freed myself of the red lace thong that limited the full movement of my ass.
And I continued to dance for him through out my set.. I focused on him, I gave all of my attention to him, and in return.. he gave me all of his money.
That’s the way shit worked around here, in Magic City.. You pick a guy, you make him feel special, and you get that money.. that bread.. them coins! And this guy being as sexy as he was; was a mild plus for me..
It’s Magic.. the guys come in balling, and they leave stalling.. Pussy is a man’s Kryptonite.. And if you have one, you better use it for what it is..
Ain’t shit in life free, ladies.. Don’t forget that!
By the end of the song I was at the end of the stage, my legs wide open in front of Mr.Handsome… I stood to my feet and jiggled my ass for the crowd.. With smug grin on my face, I gathered my cash and hurried to the locker room..
My set was over and I was done for the night.
The glamorous life of being a stripper, right?
But, I didn’t mind.. dancing was my escape. Something I enjoyed, in all honesty. It boosted my confidence.. I’ve always been on the heavy side, even as a child. My hips were wide, my ass was round, and my breast was a 38D by the eighth grade.. I was the fat girl coming up. But, now….
I was everything a man desired, everything he lusted over.
Once in the locker room, I dressed quickly in a simple black jumpsuit, and black timbs, and proceeded to head out.
I shuffled through the crowd of guys as I pushed my way towards the exit of the club, my duffle bag hanging from my shoulders.
“Aight Tim, I’m Out!” I yelled to Tim, the bartender, as I walked passed.
He looked up and gave a me a head nod before continuing with the alcohol bottles.
I laughed, turning to look up at DJ booth. I threw a peace sign at Nutso…he smiled and saluted me, before returning to the spin table.
Once outside I stood idle.. eyeing my surroundings.. I watched as people loaded a charter bus across the street at the Grey Hound Sation.. my mind wondered.. I wondered where they were going.. if they were going to out of town funerals, or weddings, or going to see their spouses, going to see divorce lawyers, or just simply going back home.. who knew?
The tourists that came to Atlanta never stayed long.
I laughed at myself as I thought of endless scenarios for the strangers that boarded the buses.
“Excuse Me?” a voice called, halting my thoughts.
I turned slowly seeing the guy I’d danced for earlier.. my heart stopped, not because I was afraid, but because he was twice as handsome up close in the open, than he was in the smoke filled dim lit strip club..
I admired his features, before preparing myself for the worse..
You hear all the time about how guys harass strippers, or dancers.. they become stalkers and such… but, not me! I be damned if I become a victim of a thirsty ass nigga.
I rolled my eyes, and placed my hand behind my back over the blade I always wore tucked in the hooks of my bra..
“Can I help you?” I asked, giving him the benefit of the doubt, just because he was cute.
He smiled a gorgeous smile before holding his hands up.
“I no make trouble for you. I ask like five girl where you go, and they all ready to kick my ass.” He chuckled softly, and my heart skipped a beat…
His sex appeal was dangerously undeniably intoxicating, intoxicating as fuck..
I smiled at his boyish tone, he carried an accent… a French accent, it was real thick and heavy. I picked up on it almost immediately..
“Why you looking for me? Do I know you?” I quizzed.
“Non. But, I like you show you put on for me tonight.”
I smiled arrogantly, who didn’t like my show?
“Listen, buddy. I appreciate that. But, I don’t do private shows or dances, or any of that freak shit them hoes do.. I dance, and I leave. Aight?” I said before turning to walk away.
“Wait. I not done talking.” He spoke in a confident tone.
Alarmed, I snatched my hand away..
“I’m sorry. I think you beautiful girl. I only here in Atlanta short time.” He confessed, and I rolled my eyes slightly annoyed at this point.
“That sound like a personal problem, shawty. If you looking for a quick fuck, I suggest you head over to Metropolitan Pkwy and pick up one of them $100 hoes. Cause, I ain’t got shit for ya!” I snapped, and an awkward silence presented itself..
I glanced around, seeing a few people loitering.. It was bittersweet, I had witnesses in case Mr.PyschoHandsome tried anything..
I shook my head, standing my ground. Showing weakness was unacceptable.
“I not looking for quick fuck, I looking for food.. I ask you for join me.. you know? Eatery?” He asked, his voice soft.. he wasn’t confidence in his choice of English words, and it showed.
“I don’t know you.” I breathed, starting to feel bad for blowing up on a fucking tourist.
He smiled and nodded before extending his hand to me..
“I’m Larry.” He said, a slight shrug of his shoulders.
I looked around, feeling like shit.. I felt obligated to engage in his sincere gesture.
I sighed taking his hand in mine.
He smiled, kissing the back of my hand.. I assumed it was a French thing. I offered him a genuine smile as the valet pulled up in a red Bugatti..
My mouth dropped at the sight of the car.
“Ohhhh, shit.” I uttered to myself..
The valet driver tossed Larry the key remote, and my eyes stayed glued to the car.
“Do you know any place for food around?” Larry asked, but I couldn’t answer.
“Get in, you come.” He encouraged, finally getting my attention.
I stared into his eyes.. feeling compelled.
“Naw-Nawl.. um, yea.. no, I mean it’s a breakfast joint around the way. Hop on 75 South, down there by Turner Field.. take the HapeVille exit.. and.ummn, take a right off the ramp.. it’s on the left. Next to the Best Western…can’t miss it, man.” I stuttered, my eyes roaming between Larry and the fucking baddest Bugatti, I’ve ever fucking seen in my life..
Larry stared at me.. catching my full attention once more.
He stuffed both his hands into his pockets and rocked lightly side to side, a small smile playing at corner of his lips.
“I no nothing you just say for me.” He finally laughed.. prompting me to share a giggle of my own..
We stood silently for a second, then he nudged me, as if we were old friends and not strangers.
“Come, I feed you.” He offered again, and I actually contemplated..
“Naw.. I gotta get home.” I said, hoping he understood.
“How do you get home?” He quizzed. “We wait here for long, valet no bring you car yet.. and no one come for you. How do you get home?”
I laughed, he was right.. I was shocked he’d even fucking noticed.
“Umm.. I don’t live far.” I said, ashamed.
He scrunched up his face in a ‘yeah right’ manner and I sighed defeated..
“I no ask you how far.” He breathed.
“I live around the corner, on Peters Street.. the red brick lofts–”
“Oki. How. Do. You. Get. Home?” He.asked again in a more demanding tone, cutting me off.
And I don’t know how, or Why.. but, it did something to me.. I looked around avoiding his gaze while answering obediently.
“I jog.. well, I mostly walk. But, its literally 5 blocks away.. maybe 6.. okay, 7.. about 7 blocks away.” I explained biting at my bottom lip.
“I drive you.” He said, walking towards his car hopping in..
I stared at him in disbelief as he started the car by pushing a single button..
“Naw, bra.. listen-” I tried to respond, but he wasn’t hearing it…
The passengers door opened on the opposite side of the car, and I checked my surroundings again..
Larry’s window rolled down and he looked at me.
“You know you want see the inside, come.” He smiled.. and I mentally kicked myself in the ass as I walked to jump inside the car.
Once inside the door shut automatically and lights flickered every where. The seats were the color of caramel and the car itself smelled like pineapple blunts and Versace cologne.. it was all so fucking intoxicating.
I stared straight ahead, feeling Larry stare at me. My nerves were starting to get the best of me.
“What?” I mumbled, trying to remain calm.
“Put you seat buckle on.” He said, his voice seductive.
I wished I wore panties, but I was in such a hurry to leave the club.. I opted out.. I cursed myself.. the last thing I wanted to do was fuck up these nice ass leather seats, but the way my juices were flowing.. I was beginning to think it was too late.
I strapped myself in as he peeled out of the parking lot, I gave him directions, and he followed with ease making light conversion along the way.
“You name?” He asked, as we waited at a red light.
“Shady, because I am from the Shady Grove.” I laughed, and noticed he wasn’t amused.
Feeling like an idiot my giggles ceased..
“You dance, you leave.. is what you tell me. We no in club, so I no call you that.” He breathed before questioning again. “You name?”
I sighed, looking out the window.
“Oh-lev-e-ah.” He he sang slowly, and I laughed.
“Close enough.” I smiled, pointing to the brick lofts in the far distance.
Larry nodded, and so did I.. we rode the rest of the short distance in silence. I noticed his hands were large, one on the steering wheel, the other on the arm rest.. his posture was perfection.. and the street lights that illuminated the car every time we rode pass one hit his flawless face at the perfect angle, giving him the perfect lighting..
I stared at him in awe, completely unaware of the car’s sudden halt.
“Which building is you home?”
He asked and I thought I answered..
“Which building do you live in?”
“Oh!” I squealed, looking around realizing we were right in front of my building. “This one, I live in this one.”
I struggled to unhook my seatbelt, as he parked, shutting off the car.
“Thanks for the ride.” I breathed, reaching into my duffle bag to hand him a few twenties I’d just earned at the club.
“I not want money from you.” He shook his head.
I rolled my eyes offended.
“What? Stripper money isn’t good enough? Whatever! Thanks, again.”
I tried to get out the car, realizing that the fucking car door was automatic.
“Can you- how do I get out of here?” I asked flustered, looking at him.
He sat still.. his face neutral and calm. He was thinking about something, I could tell. Silence presented itself once again and he looked my way.
“You no hungry?” He quizzed, ruling out what I’d just asked him..
He ignored me, and as much as I wanted to be pissed.. I couldn’t.. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t.
In that moment, I just gave up. I leaned back in the seat and decided to just…
…. just take back control.
He was gorgeous, and he fucking knew it. His tone of voice and overall sex appeal had me in a trance since he’d first approached me.
But, I was the woman here..
I wasn’t going to go out like a loser. I knew his game, he was luring me in.. and it was working like a mothafucka.. he said he wasn’t looking for a quick fuck. But, come on…
I have the pussy, therefore I had the power.. if he wanted to continue this innocent Frenchman tourist 'I just want food’ bullshit, then so be it.. he could.. it was his game, he could play it..
But, I was going to play too. And just like spades, I was going to play to win.
I exhaled.. relaxing myself completely.
“I have food upstairs. I guess, I could eat.” I smiled, his face twisted in a knot and I knew I had him.. like, he thought he had me.
Hook, line, and sinker ladies..
Bad bitch access code, ACCEPTED!
“You cook for moi?” He asked, his french accent velvety smooth.
“It’s the least I can do since you won’t take my gas money.”
“Oki. I like that.” He said, hitting a button the opened both our doors simultaneously.
Once inside my loft, I threw my duffle bag on the floor.. my place was the ultimate bachelor’s pad.. well, in my case a 'bachelorette’s pad’ .. a big open space with purple and pink zebra theme.. my bed, my kitchen, and my lounge area were all in the same room.. divided by single walls only. The only actual room in my loft is the bathroom, and I call it a room because outside of the front door… it has the only other door in the place.
I looked around as I hit the lights on.. I had shoes scattered all over the place, along with clothes and accessories..
I turned around and faced Larry who followed behind me.
A wide smile on my face, i welcomed him into my home.
“My Castle, is To Castle? Or some shit like that.” I shrugged, and Larry laughed.
“It’s, mi casa es su casa, and thank you.”
I rolled my eyes out of habit..
“Ohhhh, so you speak Spanish now.”
“what? Okay.. that’s enough of the Spanish nonsense.”
“Non. Oui, is Yes for French. Is no Spanish.” He said leaning against my front door.
I stared at him, a tad bit annoyed. I honestly didn’t give a shit what language was what… I shook my head and plastered a smile on my face.
“Okaaaay. Soooo, this is now a English speaking only zone. My house, my rules.” I laughed..
Larry nodded his head as he looked around.
“You live alone?” He asked smiling like a Cheshire cat, walking around my place.
I watched him as he moved around, this game he was playing was pulling me in deeper and deeper… I wanted to beat him at his own game. We were in MY HOUSE, which only meant one thing..
I shrugged my shoulders, and smiled as he peered at me.
“Yep, I live alone. Why?” I laughed.
“I just ask, is only a question. ” he smirked.
“Hmmm” I muttered, eyeing him out the corner of my peripheral “So, what do you have a taste for?”
His head snapped in my direction and his eyes deepened with lust, I licked my lips and walked into my kitchen space, removing the light sweat jacket I wore, revealing my bare stomach and push up bra.
'Get his ass bitch’ , I thought to myself. Skimming through my fridge.
His eyes burned a hole in my chest as I turned to face him, motioning around my kitchen.
“I cook often. So, i keep my kitchen stocked. ” I shrugged.
“Stocked?” He questioned, meeting my gaze.
“Yea, stocked. You know, full.. of food, that is.” I responded, and he nodded in understanding. “Whatever, you want to eat.. I’m pretty sure, I got it in here.”
Larry removed the black and gold Lettermans jacket he wore, revealing an intricate tattoo on one of his chiseled arms… I could’ve fainted right then and there, but I didn’t, I held my ground.
He was taunting me, just how I’d taunted him..
This mothafucka played dirty, just like me.
“What I want eat not in you kitchen.” He said, his voice oozing sex.
I shrugged my shoulders, and turned to look through my kitchen cabinets.
I could feel him approaching me, but I didn’t turn around. We were in my fucking house, I was in control.
“Olivia, I want eat you.” He breathed from behind me.
My body involuntarily shuddered, and i cursed my hormones silently.
I turned to face him, he was now inches away from my face. If I moved any closer my breast would be planted solely on his immaculate chest.
I scanned his face, and racked my brain for the perfect comback..
“What are you, a Vampire? I’m not edible..” I retaliated with a slight shrug of my shoulders.
“But, you could be… edible, that is.” His rebuttal was solid, and promising. He even mimicked my prior statement in his best English.
I blinked several times, before exhaling. I wasn’t sure what I had gotten myself into with this guy, but whatever it was…
I wasn’t going to give up, or in..
“I thought you weren’t looking for a quick fuck.” I snapped, causing him to crack a smile..
He nodded his head, and I watched as the neat twists under his Atlanta Falcons snapback came to life.
“Non. Nothing quick about me, bebe.” He smiled, biting his bottom lip.
I breathed inwardly, trying my fucking hardest to control my hormones.. I tried to control my impulse, I tried desperately to maintain self control… but, seeing him bite his lip the way he did, and his heavy French accent sent me into overdrive.
Before, I could speak.. my lips were on his and my mind went silent..
I didn’t give a fuck about him being a tourist, or about meeting him at Magic City mere hours ago.. and I damn sure didn’t give a fuck about this tug of war game we’d been involved in..
I moaned against his lips, “ohh shit, you’re a good kisser” I breathed running my hands through his twists as he pushed my sweat pants down, revealing my bare swollen pussy.
He lifted me onto the counter and began sucking on my neck.
“I know, I’m French. ” he smiled at the base of my neck, moving to taste my lips again.
Our kiss intensified and so did our fondling.. his large hands roamed my entire body before unhooking my bra.
His mouth attacked my nipples greedily and I moaned out in pleasure.
Larry gripped my legs and spread them apart, opening them wider and wider. I leaned back on the counter top and watched him admire my pussy.
He ran two fingers over my clitoris and my body released more juices for him to wallow in…
Looking into my eyes, he licked his lips..
“Feed me.” He said, he voice husky.
Without hesitation i grabbed a handful of his twists and forced his face between my thighs.
His tongue slid in and out of me creating a rhythmn for my hips to grind to..
“OhhhmaaGOD, pleaseeee..” I begged, as I grinded against his face.
I could feel his tongue probing me at a million miles per minute, and the last thing i wanted to do was fuck up my granite counter tops with my wetness.
“It’s a bed–” I began to speak in short breaths. “I got– fuck! I got a bed, take me to my bed”
Larry moved his mouth from my pussy and licked his way up my body and latched onto my lips.. I could taste myself on him, and I could honestly say Miss Georgia, USA had nothing on the home grown peach between my legs.
“You want me fuck you on you bed?” Larry breathed against my lips, and I nodded.
The urge to have him knee deep inside my pussy growing by the mili-second.
“Say it.” Larry exhaled, biting his bottom lips, circling my nipples with both hands. “Tell me where you want feel my dick inside you.. say that shit for me”
His word choice made my core clench, and I all my body wanted to do was submit to him.. I threw my head back in ectasy..
“Fuck me on my bed” I moaned..
Larry moved from between my legs, allowing me to jump from the counter. Grabbing my hand in his, he lead me to my bed that sat idle on the opposite side of the kitchen.
I crawled to the center of my bed and watched as he removed his clothing.
His body was firm, his skin was even toned, and his physique was chiseled to perfection.
God, clearly broke the mold building such a fine speciman.
This man had to be God’s gift to woman.
I opened my legs and played with my pussy for him.. falling in love with the way he watched me so intently with the same eyes he’d watched me with a Magic City.
I watched as he removed a condom from his black denim jeans pocket, and rolled it down his long thick erection..
My mouth watered at the sight of his dick, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my lucious lips around it and drain it for all it was worth..
I moaned inwardly, as he crawled between my legs.. slapping my hand away from my pussy.
I hissed in pain, but it subsided quickly feeling him knocking at my entrance.
“Fuck meeee” I exhaled in anticipation, lifting my body to meet his eagerly.
“Calm down. I fuck you when I want, you understand?” He asked kissing the side of my mouth.
“I understa– AHHHHHHH! ” I shouted, as he lunged forward penetrating me with the power of 100 black men..
He dug into me deeper and deeper and I could feel myself losing consciousness..
The bed rocked with every thrust he made… he parted my legs wider and wider so that he could gain full access to the hole he was plunging into….
My eyes watered, my high tolerance for pain went out the window, as Larry fucked me with a vengeance.
The most pleasurable pain one could imagine.
“Fuck! Shiiiiit, ahhh No!” I cried, as Larry bit at my neck.
“Mmm” he groaned, kissing my lips.
I moaned louder, feeling my body prepare for the orgasm of life time.
“Non, hold it in.” Larry groaned into my ear, feeling my body tense under his..
I cried harder, and grinded my pussy upwards.. I neeeded that release.
I couldn’t control my body any more.
“Ahh, I ca– I can’t hold it baby! Pleaaseee, fuck- Yesss!” I cried, wrapping my arms tightly around Larry’s neck.
He groaned, quickening his pace.
“Try hold it for me, I almost close” he said resting his forehead against mine.
Staring deep into my eyes he exhaled,
And as if on cue my body began to jerk and convulse beneath him. I slammed my eyes shut and screamed for Christ to crack the sky and bring back my life.
I shook involuntarily as ripples of ecstasy waves cascaded over my body.
Larry, removed himself from between my legs and rolled onto my side. I stared at the ceiling fan as it went round and round.. I’d just experienced the best dick of my life and all I could think about is what the fuck powered such a small machine.
My brain was putty, and..
And, I didn’t fucking care.
I turned to face Larry, surprised that he was watching me… a smug grin on his face.
I had no words for him.. no voice.
I didn’t know him, but his company was greatly appreciated and needed.. I wanted him here.
And before i knew it… I was out like a baby on the best Enfamel a WIC Voucher could buy..
My eyes flickered open as pain revealed itself in ever crease of my body. Images of Larry fucking me the previous night replayed in my head over and over.. and, I couldn’t help but smile..
I stretched feeling the side of my bed where I was sure Larry had fallen asleep empty.
I shot up and looked around my loft…
“Larry?” I called out and got no response.
My eyes shot to the digital clock on the wall and it read, 5:24pm.. I’d slept my entire morning and afternoon away..
Regret clouded my mind as I stared at my front door, in hopes that he’d come stumbling in with Statbucks.
“Gosh damnit, Olivia!” I scolded myself.
Throwing the sheets from my body, I proceeded to climb out of bed.
I glanced at my nightstand, before stopping in my tracks to take another look.
There on my nightstand rested 2 stacks of 5 bands each laying idle.
I stared at the money in shock.
“Wha-” I began to speak but couldn’t find the words.
It was 10 thousand dollars on my nightstand..
I reached over and touched the money, causing an envelope to fall to the floor.
I picked it up immediately and read it…
*****
'Oliviaaa, I tell you I in Atlanta for short time. My flight leave at 5am this morning, I try wake you. But, you too beautiful girl. I leave gift for you, 10.. a thousand for each week I gone from you. I be back 10 weeks baby.
Is no game, Olivia. Quit you job!
