Dippin' Low: The Story of Honey (EDITING)

Chapter 2: Sweet Honey

 

Have you ever wondered if those dollar bills sitting in your wallet ever been in a stripper's butt? Bet you're wondering now.-unknown

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Honey

"She poppin', she rollin', she rollin'
She climbin' that pole and
(I'm in love with a stripper)
She trippin', she playin' she playin'
I'm not goin' nowhere, girl, I'm stayin'
(I'm in love with a stripper)

The T-pain song blasted against the walls of the high profile club and initiated my cue for me to take my rightful place on the stage by my favorite spot, the pole. I grabbed hold of the pole and strutted around it until my back was back against the cold steel. The chill was inviting and familiar just like the pair of hungry eyes that laid on me in hungry anticipation. 

I felt the shot of Hennessy that I had back stage take full effect and my hips began swaying side to side. I wore nothing but a G-string and clear breast tassels so nothing but skin was touching the pole. Swaying side to side, I dipped low and bounced. I turned my body so that my back was now facing the crowd and with cadence to the song I clapped my ass and moved one cheek at a time. 

That started the hooting and hollering and then the rain of money that began showering me. Now that the money was flying, I began doing twirls and splits all across the stage. I licked the top of my breasts and touched my body like a man would have. More hoots, whistles and hollers filled the club while the money was still coming and I loved every moment of it. 

Once the song ended, I smiled to the crowd, grabbed my money and waved as my six and a half inch platform heels click clacked all the way back behind stage and into the dressing room. I found my vanity satation and sat myself in my chair placing the money on the dresser counting the dollars one by one. 

Four-hundred and fifty-six dollars. Not bad. Not bad at all but I could have gotten more. I smiled and reapplied my makeup to get ready to walk the floor. Whenever one of us strippers finished dancing, we were supposed to go out on the floor and persuade the guests in the VIP rooms or we catered to the customers. Happy with my make-up, I change into a tight black pencil skirt that accentuated my new ass that I recently paid to get done last month and a cream bustier. I ran my fingers through my straight hair and smiled in satisfaction.

It was time to go please the crowd.

Walking out into the mass of the club was always a fun experience. Hustler's palace was just that. It was a palace for all the hustlers in the Nevada State to come and spend their money. We were just outside of Vegas, so whenever someone wanted to unwind and have ass and titties in their face, they came here. All kinds of Hustlers rolled through here. From the celebrities to the high rollers, to the drug lords and I loved interacting with each and every one of them. Being here for four years as of yesterday, I was familiar with almost every person that walked through those doors. Hustler's had three levels to the building. The main, bottom floor was for the strippers. The second floor was the VIP area for those that wanted a private dance and the top floor was the Owner, Big Poppa's, Office.