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all over the stage during Mimiâs show. Mimi didnât dance at the club on a regular, so it was always a treat for the regular patrons when she did. Manolo knew it meant extra incoming funds when a feature was in the house; and Mimi was indeed a feature.
She was always sure to call up all of her regular customers and let them know when she was going to be taking the stage so that they could be there to spread the love in the form of dollar bills and at least a twenty-dollar drink, but she was known to have dudes buy her hundred dollar drinks. Mimi had taken the liberty to insist that all her johns be in the house tonight for what she knew was her finale. And the idea of extra pocket change didnât hurt either.
As Keith Sweatâs song âChocolate Girlâ played, Mimi put on the show of her life, sliding down the pole upside down spread eagle. She slowly straightened her legs and kicked them down, rising into a standing position as she looked out at the clapping crowd of men who had enjoyed her little stunt. She watched as they marched by the stage like an army of ants, dropping dollars. She even allowed a couple to stick some down her camisole, allowing them to get a quick free feel of her breasts.
A satisfying smile spread across her face as she looked out and spotted Manolo, who hadnât really been paying her a bit of mind. He was sitting in his VIP booth with Tasha, Halleigh, and his young killers, the Shottah Boyz.
Manolo was poppinâ bottles as if he was the king of the city, and Mimi could tell that he was feeling himself. According to the plan Tasha had shared with her and Halleigh earlier, his night was going to go downhill from there on out, and Mimi reveled in the thought. She couldnât wait to see his downfall. After all the bad karma Manolo had put out into the world, he was finally about to get his.
Mimi reached high on the pole and gripped it with her hands. She wrapped her ankles around it, released her hands, and allowed her body to hang upside down once again. She then slowly slid down. This time, her little trick caught Manoloâs attention. He loved when she did that move. She winked at him as she made her way down to the bottom of the pole.
Nigga, you better enjoy this night. Itâs gonâ be your last free night for a while , Mimi thought as she reached her hands back up to grab the pole before her head touched the ground. Then she put her pussy in a customerâs face and did a slow grind.
The man stuck out his tongue and licked her slowly. He had full access to her because of the crotchless camisole she was wearing, and the crowd went crazy when they saw the man feasting on her.
Mimi wasnât embarrassed or ashamed by her performance; she was all about her paper and was willing to do whatever it took to get it. Sheâd made a name for herself as one of the best dancers in Michigan, and she wanted to give her loyal fans a good finale and fill her Crown Royale bag at the same time. She knew that tonight would be her last time stripping on anybodyâs pole. She was done with the entire ho business and was ready to get money in a new way. She couldnât promise herself that it would be in a legit way, but sheâd put her best foot forward.
After her set, Mimi joined Manolo at his table. He was drunk and feeling good when she sat down beside him. âHey, Daddy,â she greeted as she grabbed a drink from his hand and took a sip.
âWhat up? You got my cut?â he asked, referring to his percentage of her nightâs earnings.
His comment pissed off Mimi. He always tried to pull his pimp card when he was around his niggas. But she concealed her attitude as she reached into her camisole, pulled out her money, and handed it over to him. Since he had only been half paying attention to her, she knew that he missed a couple of times several men had given her cash. Ordinarily she would have held out on Manolo just a little bit, but she
She was always sure to call up all of her regular customers and let them know when she was going to be taking the stage so that they could be there to spread the love in the form of dollar bills and at least a twenty-dollar drink, but she was known to have dudes buy her hundred dollar drinks. Mimi had taken the liberty to insist that all her johns be in the house tonight for what she knew was her finale. And the idea of extra pocket change didnât hurt either.
As Keith Sweatâs song âChocolate Girlâ played, Mimi put on the show of her life, sliding down the pole upside down spread eagle. She slowly straightened her legs and kicked them down, rising into a standing position as she looked out at the clapping crowd of men who had enjoyed her little stunt. She watched as they marched by the stage like an army of ants, dropping dollars. She even allowed a couple to stick some down her camisole, allowing them to get a quick free feel of her breasts.
A satisfying smile spread across her face as she looked out and spotted Manolo, who hadnât really been paying her a bit of mind. He was sitting in his VIP booth with Tasha, Halleigh, and his young killers, the Shottah Boyz.
Manolo was poppinâ bottles as if he was the king of the city, and Mimi could tell that he was feeling himself. According to the plan Tasha had shared with her and Halleigh earlier, his night was going to go downhill from there on out, and Mimi reveled in the thought. She couldnât wait to see his downfall. After all the bad karma Manolo had put out into the world, he was finally about to get his.
Mimi reached high on the pole and gripped it with her hands. She wrapped her ankles around it, released her hands, and allowed her body to hang upside down once again. She then slowly slid down. This time, her little trick caught Manoloâs attention. He loved when she did that move. She winked at him as she made her way down to the bottom of the pole.
Nigga, you better enjoy this night. Itâs gonâ be your last free night for a while , Mimi thought as she reached her hands back up to grab the pole before her head touched the ground. Then she put her pussy in a customerâs face and did a slow grind.
The man stuck out his tongue and licked her slowly. He had full access to her because of the crotchless camisole she was wearing, and the crowd went crazy when they saw the man feasting on her.
Mimi wasnât embarrassed or ashamed by her performance; she was all about her paper and was willing to do whatever it took to get it. Sheâd made a name for herself as one of the best dancers in Michigan, and she wanted to give her loyal fans a good finale and fill her Crown Royale bag at the same time. She knew that tonight would be her last time stripping on anybodyâs pole. She was done with the entire ho business and was ready to get money in a new way. She couldnât promise herself that it would be in a legit way, but sheâd put her best foot forward.
After her set, Mimi joined Manolo at his table. He was drunk and feeling good when she sat down beside him. âHey, Daddy,â she greeted as she grabbed a drink from his hand and took a sip.
âWhat up? You got my cut?â he asked, referring to his percentage of her nightâs earnings.
His comment pissed off Mimi. He always tried to pull his pimp card when he was around his niggas. But she concealed her attitude as she reached into her camisole, pulled out her money, and handed it over to him. Since he had only been half paying attention to her, she knew that he missed a couple of times several men had given her cash. Ordinarily she would have held out on Manolo just a little bit, but she
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