Dippin' Low: The Story of Honey (EDITING)

Chapter 9: Rewind That Back

"Look, I'm not just gonna sit here and listen to you laugh at me because I didn't speak. I'm here to do my job, not fraternize with people. If you not asking for a lap dance or one of these shots, then I need to get back to doing my job. Got it?"

He looked at me and even under the colorful, dim lights of the club I could see his face contort into irritation. I smugly grinned on the inside because I got under his skin, something I'm guessing he wasn't all too familiar with. But that irritation only lasted for only a fraction of a second before his lips turned up for a smile.

"Then gimme both. Take a shot for yourself too."

"Excuse me?"

He stood and took the tray of shot and placed it back in the table. He took my hand in his and grabbed one of the shots putting it in my free hand. And then grabbing one for himself.

"To teaching a lesson." He clinked his glass with mine and took the shot. With a raised eyebrow I did the same twisting my face as the alcohol burned its way down my throat and into the bottom of my stomach. Without another word, he dragged me upstairs to the second floor of the club to one of the empty rooms leaving the girl he was with to tend to herself.

He sat on the couch with his legs spread and eyes on me. In this room I saw him better and he was a very handsome, older man. The deep lines in his face told his age and he looked somewhere around late thirties early forties. He was well built like I thought and had one gold tooth as he smiled and motioned for me to begin dancing. The second floor had its own music and now playing was 'Bandz A make her dance'. I've done these lap dances a million times so of course I had no problem doing it for one person. It was exciting to know that someone was getting hot and bothered by a certain way I threw my hips or moved my ass. It was a power I held as a stripper, hell as a woman and I loved to use it for my own doing.

To the beat, I rolled my body, jiggled my breasts, slid my body against his in a way he wished he had me naked and dicking me down. His eyes lowered in desire. His hands cupped my round ass and slid then up and down my spine. I grinded my groin against his as he tilted his head back with his eyes closed. I bounced, dipped and teased his entire body until the song ended trying my best to not show any signs of myself being horny by my dance.

I stood and he opened his eyes and smiled digging into his pockets. He showed me a bunch of bills rolled into a rubber band and all I saw from that point on was dollar signs with him. I wanted to have that money and whatever else he had. If he could have that kind of money just lying in his pocket, I felt like he could share it with me. It was only fair.

Feeling the sweat all over my body, I reached for the money. I grabbed but he wasn't letting go. His hand still clenched to it and I looked to him in confusion.

"The way your body shines when you sweat is almost sexy. It's as if your skin is drippin' Honey."

But that was a long time ago and a part of my life I did not want to relive. That was the only fond memory I had of Teddy. The rest was pure hell. From time to time he would call my phone but I would never answer. I wanted him erased from my life and with these random calls he wasn't going to let me. I left him high and dry eight months ago not telling him where I went and he seemed to not find me and that good. But for some reason I knew he was going to eventually whether I want to or not. Some times when you don't close the door before you open another, it comes back and slams in your face.

Not wanting to think any longer on the past, I closed my eyes and dreamed of what could be.

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"Big Poppa, you wanted to see me?"

Big Poppa sat behind his desk, with a manila folder sitting in front of him and a key with a red keychain. He looked to me and smiled.

"Honey, I have something to tell you." Big Poppa was in a happy mood and he was definitely spreading it. Curious as to what he had to say, I walked to his desk and plopped my bottom on the edge of his desk.

"What is it?"

He leaned back in his chair and smoothed out his goatee with his fingers as he spoke. "Well lately, I have seeking out investments. It's time I do something else with the money I've been making and decided to put my money in some casinos. Knowing Nevada, Las Vegas is where the big money is at and I want my piece of it. Maintaining a strip club and a casino is hard business seeing as I can't be in two places at one time."

Big Poppa stood and rounded his desk so that he was in front of me. He placed his hands on my thighs and his smile grew. He leaned into me and I could smell that musky, mainly cologne he always wore. It was grown and sexy and I like it.

"Which is why I'm handing the strip club to you."

Anything he said after that I couldn't hear. All I knew was that I was about to be owner of this million dollar strip club and a bitch was about to be making some serious money. In no time I would be able to stop strippin' entirely and be strictly behind the scenes. I could see it now. I would be doing all the hiring and firing, looking after the girls and the people that walked through. This place was going to be revamped and running ten times better!

"I figured you would be the best person for the job. You've been here longer than everyone and you know the ins and outs of this business. You knew prices, who comes and goes, who's best at their job and all of that. I'll come through every now and again to see over you to make sure you're not running my business into the round so you don't have any major power yet but for right now you open and close and count the money before and after and work closely with our accountant. I'll have my lawyer draw up a contract for you to sign. Cool?"

I nodded my head and squealed like a little girl who got that pony she always wanted. "Oh my God Big Poppa I won't let you down I promise!" I jumped into his arms and kissed his cheeks. He laughed.

"Okay, okay. We'll break it to everyone tomorrow before we open and celebrate then. Till then enjoy your last day as a stripper. Tomorrow you'll be owner of this place."

I was so damn excited and happy I was going to fucking explode, but I had to keep things under wraps and calm until I tomorrow. But since Nova, Tyrone didn't work here, I could give them the news tonight. With Big Poppa's permission I was able to leave the club right after my dance giving my enough time to go home and call up Tyrone before it got too late. He wasn't running on stripper hours so I knew he would be sleep soon if I didn't call him now.

I was on my way to the top.

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