“Tonight… you can have a fantasy… your own little nasty world…” the CD played loudly, as we walked in.
Thick Spanish and Black women slinked around the club, asses wiggling. The bar reeked of Bath and Body works as some of the girls sat, asses parked on the barstools and begged drinks. A very thick Dominican chica worked the stage… pulling herself up with her hands as her thick thighs and calves were clamped to the pole.
“Well well…” my partner Jorge said quietly, satisfied with what he saw. Jorge stood at the end of the bar with his arms crossed across his chest, looking out into the crowd approvingly.
“You KNOW they up in this bitch getting’ money” I said loudly as I leaned over into his ear.
It was four in the afternoon and we were “out of state” scheming on a knot. We decided earlier in the day that we would go before the night shift girls got there; that would allow us to scope out the club and maybe meet one or two chicks who might have potential. Potential… to put them on and have them work for us. A strip club was a gold mine. I learned that a long time ago. The girls are all party people and easily contented. Furthermore, a stripper was just by the nature of the job… a mercenary person. If they saw the potential to make some money… they would jump at the opportunity. Management was always easy to handle. Every strip club manager in every major city knows that the girls are going to want to get fucked up as much as possible. Strippers, weed, coke and pills go together like guns to thugs. Management would do a lot of the hard work, letting the girls know when “the man” was in the building or if they had any thing going on that they should know about. The key to getting money out of a strip club was teaming up with a popular girl who liked to use whatever you had to offer. Keeping her well fed with it so that she never ran out… was all that was left. Every night all we’d have to do is send our man through and pick up our end. If you can’t make money in a strip club… you need to get out of the game. Have three or four girls in various spots and there is little need to ply your trade anywhere else… no question.
So here’s how it works, differentiate yourself from every other want to be hustler in the building. It’s the first time the girls have ever seen you and they will be curious just like any other stranger in the place. They already know that you have SOME money in your pocket or you wouldn’t have come inside. They see it as their job to get you to part with it. So you post at the bar and watch the place carefully. You dress sharp at all times… no bullshit clothes and suits all the better. You don’t have to truck all the jewels in the world but it should be clear that you aint another broke dude that’s gonna come inside and sip a dollar beer all night while you stare. Order a nice bottle of something or some premium mixed drinks and run it down the line.
“Can I get you something?” a slim bartender asked. She looked like the type who thought she was too good to strip but didn’t mind working in a club.
“No… we’re just looking around” Jorge said loudly, looking at the stage the whole time.
See… when we are about to run our game in the stripclub we don’t order at the bar. We sit down in a booth or at a table where we can see everything and have them bring the drinks. It serves a purpose… so we establish that up front.
“Let’s slide to that corner over there” I said over the music. “You lead the way… I’m right behind you” I said, grabbing a toothpick from the quartered tray on the bar.
Jorge walked slowly to the corner that I scoped out and I followed him even slower. I saw all the women’s eyes following just as slow. I never wore much jewelry, just a nice watch and a nice chain. None of that tacky two or three rings on each hand and three chains shit for me. Quiet money speaks louder, I was always told by the older heads. There was never a day when Jorge didn’t wear a lot of jewels. If he had pants with pockets on his ass you could be sure of two things… he had a nice sized roll in his pocket and he would be trucking jewels like Eric B.
Jorge sat down and slid inside the booth on one side and I slid into the other. We looked around a little more and started trying to figure out not only who we would get lap dances from but who seemed to be more magnetic than others. They would be the ones that would be most susceptible to our charms and do whatever we might need them to do… in this case that would be make money and maybe fuck something.
Sure enough… no more than five minutes after we slid into the booth a waitress appeared with two strippers trailing her.
“Can I get yall something to drank?” she asked, smiling.
She was sure looking good to me and I decided right then and there that she and I would be friends. A waitress is always a good person to know if you can treat them right. They will tell you helpful things if you treat them with respect and show love.
I brushed the bottom of my suit jacket aside and leaned forward smiling, “You sure can sweetheart… what bottles you got back there?” I asked, smiling even harder and looking directly into her eyes.
“Where you from?” one of the strippers who followed her said loudly, cutting off the waitress.
I ignored her for the moment, which she certainly did not expect because she was the kind of woman that men probably couldn’t wait to talk to in a place like that.
I looked at the waitress as if I heard her associate, but that she should continue and tell me what I wanted to know.
“We got it all… you want some Mo-wet boo?” she asked, smiling.
“Moet?” I said pronouncing it properly. “Yeah… give us two bottles of White Star” I said, looking at Jorge who was nodding his approval.
“Can I get a drink on you?” the impatient stripper asked, again imposing herself on us.
“What you drinking mami?” Jorge asked, somewhat resentfully.
“A blue Hawaiian” she said smiling. “Please… if you don’t mind” she added, walking around to Jorge’s side of the booth and standing there.
“Have a seat mami” he said quietly.
“Ill be right back” the waitress said and quickly disappeared.
“So what is YOUR name thick and sexy?” I asked the other stripper, who stood there looking at me like I was the second coming.
“Precious” she said loudly, and slid in next to me smiling.
“Precious… would you like something to drink?” I asked, licking my lips.
“I’ll have some of that Mo-wet” she said loudly. “If that’s cool” she added, smiling as she put her hand on my thigh.
“Not a problem” I said flatly.
I noticed the other girls were clocking our steez pretty hard now… as I thought to myself and like Eric Sermon said “Hmmm… I got ‘em”.
Jorge was talking to the other stripper, hardly letting her say much. Heaven turned out to be her name… and he was asking her where she was from, if she went to school and all that small talk. The waitress walked back over to our booth and set two small tubs of Moet on the table. She set down four cheap plastic flutes and lifted the bottle from the ice.
“You don’t have any glasses ma? I aint too crazy about sipping champagne in plastic cups” I said, looking at the plastic flutes sideways.
“No I’m sorry… we don’t… we aint allowed… in case somebody start fighting and shit ya know” she said loudly, which of course I totally understood.
“I’ll do that” I said loudly, reaching up and over the table, taking the bottle from her. She was bullshitting on getting it open and I was trying to chill.
I cut the foil and had the cork out in no time. I slowly filled all the flutes and sat back, still observing the dancers. Heaven and Precious took theirs and started sipping slowly. I pulled out a knot and slid two hundred over to the cute waitress. She smiled for a moment and said, “What you want me to do with this?” She held up one of the One hundred dollar bills and waited for an answer.
“I need a hundred ones” I said quickly and returned my attention to Precious.
Heaven and Precious both saw the knot… and they were supposed to.
“So… Precious… tell me about yourself… what are you all about?” I asked, smiling as I took another small sip of the Moet.
“Making money” she replied flatly. “Chilling…paying my bills” she said, leaning back into the booth. She was getting comfortable and didn’t seem like she was in a rush to get back to working the room.
“I see… well were new in town… my name is Shooter by the way” I said politely and extended my hand. “Nice to meet you” I said as she lightly shook my hand and smiled.
“That’s my man Jorge and were trying to see what’s good up in here… we heard this was where the party at” I said seriously.
“Well Iono what you mean by that but we DO like to have some fun up in here” she said smiling.
“Word… Word… I feel ya ma” I said, taking another sip and allowing that part of the convo to marinate. Jorge was working his own angle with Heaven and she seemed to be a party girl for sure. I couldn’t hear their conversation to well but I was pretty sure she was being helpful.
“You want a dance?” Precious asked out of the blue.
“I usually prefer to chill and at least have a few drinks first ma” I said quietly, but she looked disappointed so I gave in. “Ight… lemme see what you’re about. I’m tellin’ you now I don’t like no fast, rough ass dancing on my lap.” I warned her.
“Ok Daddee” she said flirting heavily and quickly stood up and started shaking her ass right next to me at the booth.
I was impressed. Her ass was phat as a motherfucker and she knew how to make it clap like an expert. She had a nice hips to ass ratio and smooth skin. I played it off and smiled.
“Lookin’ good mami” I said, as she backed up on me and put her ass directly in my face.
I noticed that Heaven had stood up and was now doing the same thing. Jorge sat forward in the booth and grinned while Heaven bent over and smacked herself on the ass.
At that moment it was my greatest desire to see Precious get butt ass naked and freak off for me. Being as how it was South Florida she could make that happen easily enough, I knew that it would be up to me to persuade her. She wasn’t going to try and give me a lap dance at the booth and that was good. I really didn’t like to get lap dances out on the floor while cheap niggas sipped domestic beer all night and stared at the girls while they gave table dances.
The Waitress brought back my change and stood there smiling. I, of course, counted out one hundred ones and peeled ten off and folded them over as I pressed it softly into her hand.
“That’s for you mami… look out for me and I’ll take care of you” I said and winked my eye.
I really liked her style. When I got rid of Precious she would have to come over and entertain me for a while. There was something about her… I liked her motherfucking style.
“Thank you” she said smiling and was about to walk off.
“What he give you?” Jorge asked, breaking his neck to see what was in her hand.
“Here… look out for me too mami… I got you over here” he added, quickly reaching into his pocket for his moneyroll and passing her a bill. I didn’t see what it was and didn’t care. She smiled again and went off to work the room.
Precious sat down on my lap and smiled. I was surprised because usually the girls stood there with their ass facing you so that you could slide the money into their garter belt. I began trying to dig into my pocket which was difficult with all that ass of hers on me at the moment.
“Yo… I cant reach my shit with you sitting on me yo” I said, still trying to get to my money.
“You see me moving? I like where I’m at… that one is on me… thanks for the champagne” she said sweetly.
“No problem mami… you’re welcome” I said, and grabbed her waist with both hands. I slid one hand down onto her bubble and it was so damn soft and phat. I fucked up doing that… touching her made me want her more. I was catching visions of that ass clapping all on my dick while she moaned and stretched out back at our hotel.
“Hmmph” I grunted, putting my hands back onto her waist. My dick was getting rock right between her legs and I wasn’t trying to take it there just yet.
She leaned back onto me with her cheek next to my face while she reached back and grabbed the back of my head… rubbing it and grinding on my dick.
“Easy ma… You starting to do a little something” I whispered.
“Oh really?” she said breathlessly, right next to my face.
The mixture of Moet and peppermint was weird but it was not foremost on my mind.
“I can tell… I like that shit though… you must gotta big dick” she whispered, reaching down and encircling it in the fabric of my pants. I sat there quietly as she massaged my dick and grinded around on my lap. I could see other strippers in the club hating but I didn’t give a shit. I was feeling Precious so I let her do her thing for the moment. I knew I would have to get rid of her fast though. If other girls saw her wrapping me up they might not want to holla at me and they might be the ones that are trying to get me paid. So far… I didn’t know if Precious was that girl or not.
“I’m having a little get together later… you down to come through?” I asked, still holding onto her hips as she grinded on my lap.
“Depends… what yall gonna be doing?” she asked, slowing down as she heard her name announced by the DJ.
“Have some drinks and chill… my man got the smoke though” I said quickly.
Now we would see what was possible. Weed is acceptable to most people in a strip club environment. I certainly didn’t want to turn her off and blow up the spot about what else we may or may not have had. There would be due time for all to be revealed soon enough.
“Ight… I smoke and drink” she said smiling. “I’ll be back” she said quickly and hopped off my lap and ran to the stage.
As she began to dance I paid her no attention whatsoever. That’s how I let the rest of the girls who might have been watching know that it's not that deep... their cue to make their move should they choose.
Unbeknown to me Jorge slid Heaven a couple of grams of some weed that would blow their heads off. I was wondering why she’d run off into the dressing room while Precious was grinding on me.
“Sun… she opened up that foil and smelled that bud and got happy as shit Sun… bitch ran to spark that L with her friends” he said smiling. Jorge was such a gamer… that was my man fifty grand.
“Word? When they come back out here watch ‘em flock” I said smiling now myself.
All the girls in the dressing room that Heaven was cool with would hit the blunt and want some, hopefully Heaven wouldn’t run her mouth but I was sure Jorge told her not to. The weed was some shit my man was getting from Arizona and even though I didn’t smoke I knew what it did to women. They would come out from back there high as hell!
I waved for the attention of the waitress and she slowly walked over to our booth.
“I need a 516” I said, “Long Island please” and she looked at Jorge.
“Me too babygirl” he said, smiling and undressing her with his eyeballs.
I watched as Precious worked the stage doing her thing. She had a lot of talent but the bastards at the stage weren’t tipping her much at all. I knew she would be coming back this way.
One of the strippers who watched Precious grinding on my lap walked over and smiled.
“Can I have a dance boo?” she asked, and started shaking in front of me no sooner than she said it.
“Ok” I said, getting anxious for my drink.
I looked around and the waitress sped up and brought the drinks on over, carefully holding her tray when she got to our booth. She set the drinks down and Jorge took care of her. I sipped my drink quickly and looked around the room. I didn’t sense anything special about the chick who was giving me the table dance but I cracked on her anyway.
“Yo sit down for a sec… stop that and sit here for a moment” I said, patting my thigh. She sat down and immediately asked for a drink. I frowned for an instant and shook my head. “Tell the waitress what you want” I said quickly.
“Yo… what’s good mami… I want a lap dance after I finish this drink” I said.
“Cool… we can do that” she said loudly, grinding on my lap a little bit.
“Bet… but first I need to talk to my man real quick… can you come back in a few?” I asked. She looked at me as if I was speaking German.
I pulled out my money and snatched a Hamilton off for her. ‘Here… give us a minute” I said loudly, looking at her as if she should get the fuck up and leave now. She took the money and got up quickly.
“I’ll be back boo” she said, looking over her shoulder and walked to some other dude who was spending money.
“Yo… I’m bout to go tip Precious for a little bit… I’ll be back but I think its time for us to move out onto the floor a bit and step this shit up… the shift will be changing soon and the place will get crowded… if we start spending now by the time the new girls get here we can have one or two in here locked down before they take their ass on home” I said loudly in his ear.
“Word… Imma go pick us out a table near the stage and we can do this” he said, swallowing the rest of his drink quickly.
Heaven opened the dressing room door and I turned to see her quickly walking in our direction.
“That shit GOOD!” she said loudly, clearly lightheaded and feeling nice.
“Yeah… some good shit huh?” Jorge replied smiling as usual.
“Yeah… my homegirl want to smoke some more. Everybody back there hit that Phillie” she said quickly and sat down.
“What she want?” Jorge said, leaning over.
“Quarter ounce” Heaven said flatly.
“Ight… get thirty dollars off her” Jorge said and pulled an ounce from his jacket. He passed her the entire ounce and she smiled.
“My friend got a hand scale with her… its back there… she sell weed but it aint all that” Heaven said.
“Word? Well now YOU sell weed” Jorge said and paused, allowing that fact to soak in. “Ask to borrow her hand scale… give her a quarter for looking out and just tell her come out here and give me a dance and we’ll talk… keep the money for yourself mami” Jorge said, putting Ninety bucks in her pocket real quick.
Heaven disappeared to the dressing room as I quickly walked over to the stage and pulled out the stack of ones. Precious was into her second song and was butt ass naked… exactly like I wanted her. I counted off ten dollars and walked to the edge of the stage, folding them up as she bent over and stuck the wad of bills right on the side of her thigh then slapped her ass lightly. She clapped it for a moment and walked off toward another spectator at the edge of the stage. Tipping is contagious and if one dude starts tipping often others will start doing the same. I wasn’t about to stand up there… I wanted to meet more chicks and have some fun. I counted off another ten dollars and threw them in her direction. I turned away as if it didn’t matter and quickly walked off to the booth where Jorge was posted up.
Heaven came whirling out of the door and walked right up to Jorge.
“She said she want a quarter pound tomorrow morning… how much that is?” Heaven asked.
“Shit… we got it for cheap” Jorge said and stood up.
