She

Chapter 1: What You Twerkin With?

This is not an urban novel.
If you do not like something in this book, do not waste time and comment. Just stop reading. I've had enough of people's BS on my books and if you comment petty shit. You're just petty.
So please don't be surprised if I say something back.
But if not, I truly hope you enjoy!
This book has not yet been edited...but here you go. By the way, I'm Gay writing this but it'll be hard to tell with these sex scenes lol.

Welcome to the She Era

Dont stop, pop that dont stop! What you twerking with!I turn off the radio and my best friend Damon screeches at me in his feminine tone. "Girl, that was my song! Why did you turn it off?" He whines. I smile at him, tossing my hair across my shoulder and propping my Louboutin high heels up on the dashboard as we sped through the streets of Atlanta. "I think that's an ignorant song. How do you pop your pussy?" I ask, putting my sunglasses over my face. "

Girl you should know, you have one!" Damon says to me, rolling his eyes. "So, I've never heard that phrase before." I say with a sigh. Damon goes to reach back towards the radio and I slap his hand. "Oh come on! Lil Wayne's part is coming up!" He exclaims, I reach towards the radio and silently turn it up to still hear Rick Ross's hefty voice. "Nope, Rick Ross is still having a heart attack through the chorus." I say, with a chuckle. "You know you want Rick Ross's chocolately rolls." He says, snapping his fingers.

"I'd get lost in Rick Ross's rolls. He'd eat me alive." I say back, causing Damon to laugh. "Okay that's true. Ready to head to work?" He says, raising an eyebrow at me. I grown and lay acrss his arm, "Can you work for me?" I ask, whining. "You expect me to put on a skimpy little thong and swing my ass around that tiny little pole?" He says, and I giggle. "Yes. Your stage name can be Mandingo." I say with a smile. "Isnt that a porn star?" He asks and I shrug, "Proabably, but yeah hurry and get me to work. I dont want Cassie stealing my eyeliner like she did last time." I say, sitting up. "Doesnt she have pink eye?" He asks and I gape, "Oh fuck you're right! I dont want her infected eye crust on my eyeliner. Hurry and drive!" I yell, slapping his arm. "Girl, unless you want to get this fat ass truck to drive any faster, I reckon you sit your tiny ass down and keep your mouth shut." He says.

See, Damon is gay. His father is black and from Barbados, where his mother is white and from England. Leaving Damon to be the sexiest gay guy alive. And leaving me to be utterly jealous to any guy who get's to feel his dick up their ass. I always joke around and say that.

I'm a stripper, but I have some morals, I dont fuck around.

I've only had sex with 3 guys in my lifetime and for being only 20, that's actually pretty good! I work at a strip club called Pyramids. Previosuly named Fantasy but after the change in decor, to an Egyptian theme, we changed the name. Damon pulled into the back of the club, allowing me to hop up, and pick up my Michael Kors bag in one hand. "Are you going to come in to say hi to the ladies?" I ask Damon, and he stands to his feet and walks ahead of me. "You already know. I know my bitches miss me." He says and I follow behind him. "Aries! You go on in 30!" My boss Harry tells me as soon as I walk in. I turn towards him, I know. I know." I mumbled sarcastically in his face. He smirked and motioned me to come closer. "What?" I mumble. "You're up." He says raising his eye brow at me. My eyes widen and I smile, "Up as in? My rank?"I ask excitedly and he nods. "Rank 2?" I say, practically jumping up and down. And he nods again and I jump on him.

Rank 2 was one of the most high paying part of the club. It's where we were up front towards the rich customers and we got more private dances which meant more money. Most celebrities came to Rank 2 and of course Rank 1. "Thank you, thank you. So much." I said, retreating from the grasp.