song with a heavy bass line thumped throughout the club.
Cooper wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck and bounced gently in her chair. “This is going to be so much fun,” she gushed.
Bryce laughed; her younger sister’s enthusiasm was contagious. Suddenly the tiara didn’t bother her and she began grooving to the music.
A few minutes later the hostess strutted on stage to a round of applause. An attractive black lady, with her hair pulled into a sophisticated ponytail, she was dressed in fishnet stockings, a leotard and tails, paired with long black gloves and six-inch black peep toe pumps. She began talking into the microphone. “Welcome everybody, I’m Dara, get your money, get something to cool yourself off with and get ready for some of the finest men in the A-T-L.” She grinned when the crowd erupted into a deafening roar, Bryce was sure Cooper screamed the loudest. “The first one is White Chocolate.” Her voice lowered. “And ladies he’s gonna show you how he got the name Chocolate.” She winked before holding up her hands then spread them until they were almost a foot apart. Ladies laughed and banged the tables with their glasses. “That’s what I’m talking about. Okay give it up for White Chocolate!”
Dara strolled to the edge of the stage and sat on a stool. That was White Chocolate’s cue to make his entrance. He sauntered onto the stage, just as a Drake song started, his blond hair and muscles glistened under the bright lights. Wearing only a pair of jeans, he slowly gyrated to the music while the crowd went wild, even before he started taking off his clothes, some women threw bills at him, they fluttered down to the floor, where it’d be picked up after his show. He pointed to several ladies and flashed them a dazzling grin.
White Chocolate gestured toward the growing bulge in his pants. “How many of you want to see this?” Bryce was jostled by her sister, who had jumped out of her seat.
“ I do,” Cooper yelled, while waving a fistful of money at White Chocolate.
“ Scream if you want to see this!”
The roar that erupted was so loud that Bryce was sure that her eardrums were shattered and she’d never hear again.
“ Okay, here it is!” White Chocolate ripped off his jeans exposing a red rhinestone studded G-string.
“ Oh Lord, you were right Dara,” Bryce muttered. The G-string did little to contain his cock. Already stiff, its light brown tip peeked from under the flimsy material.
He danced over to the steps and sauntered down, his dick bouncing against his thigh. A crowd of women was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. And just for a second that Bryce looked away from his penis to his face, she saw his smile falter and panic cross his face. He glanced imperceptibly at security, a half of dozen burly men who were closely watching the situation. They must have noticed the fear in his eyes; because they marched over, and made a path for him, in the crowd.
While dancing through the newly made pathway, women and some men stuffed money in his hands and the not so shy ones stuffed it in his G-string.
Cooper screamed and raced across the room to give him some of her money. Bryce sat back and enjoyed the show. This is fun, Vanessa was right. She shot her friend a smile then returned her attention to the dancer. White Chocolate had found a bride-to-be and was giving her a lap dance.
Two hours later and six strippers in, Bryce had gotten in the party mood. Several times she had stood on her chair while she hooted and hollered at the strippers. If a stripper caught her eye, she even stuck some money in his G-string. Vanessa captured every minute of her friend’s behavior on her phone.
Dara returned to the stage, during the show she had changed her outfit a few times. She had changed from the sexy tux, to a glitzy ball gown, and now a pair of short shorts, a vest, a tie and her six-inch heels. “Okay ladies the time has come.” A deafening roar went up and
Cooper wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck and bounced gently in her chair. “This is going to be so much fun,” she gushed.
Bryce laughed; her younger sister’s enthusiasm was contagious. Suddenly the tiara didn’t bother her and she began grooving to the music.
A few minutes later the hostess strutted on stage to a round of applause. An attractive black lady, with her hair pulled into a sophisticated ponytail, she was dressed in fishnet stockings, a leotard and tails, paired with long black gloves and six-inch black peep toe pumps. She began talking into the microphone. “Welcome everybody, I’m Dara, get your money, get something to cool yourself off with and get ready for some of the finest men in the A-T-L.” She grinned when the crowd erupted into a deafening roar, Bryce was sure Cooper screamed the loudest. “The first one is White Chocolate.” Her voice lowered. “And ladies he’s gonna show you how he got the name Chocolate.” She winked before holding up her hands then spread them until they were almost a foot apart. Ladies laughed and banged the tables with their glasses. “That’s what I’m talking about. Okay give it up for White Chocolate!”
Dara strolled to the edge of the stage and sat on a stool. That was White Chocolate’s cue to make his entrance. He sauntered onto the stage, just as a Drake song started, his blond hair and muscles glistened under the bright lights. Wearing only a pair of jeans, he slowly gyrated to the music while the crowd went wild, even before he started taking off his clothes, some women threw bills at him, they fluttered down to the floor, where it’d be picked up after his show. He pointed to several ladies and flashed them a dazzling grin.
White Chocolate gestured toward the growing bulge in his pants. “How many of you want to see this?” Bryce was jostled by her sister, who had jumped out of her seat.
“ I do,” Cooper yelled, while waving a fistful of money at White Chocolate.
“ Scream if you want to see this!”
The roar that erupted was so loud that Bryce was sure that her eardrums were shattered and she’d never hear again.
“ Okay, here it is!” White Chocolate ripped off his jeans exposing a red rhinestone studded G-string.
“ Oh Lord, you were right Dara,” Bryce muttered. The G-string did little to contain his cock. Already stiff, its light brown tip peeked from under the flimsy material.
He danced over to the steps and sauntered down, his dick bouncing against his thigh. A crowd of women was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. And just for a second that Bryce looked away from his penis to his face, she saw his smile falter and panic cross his face. He glanced imperceptibly at security, a half of dozen burly men who were closely watching the situation. They must have noticed the fear in his eyes; because they marched over, and made a path for him, in the crowd.
While dancing through the newly made pathway, women and some men stuffed money in his hands and the not so shy ones stuffed it in his G-string.
Cooper screamed and raced across the room to give him some of her money. Bryce sat back and enjoyed the show. This is fun, Vanessa was right. She shot her friend a smile then returned her attention to the dancer. White Chocolate had found a bride-to-be and was giving her a lap dance.
Two hours later and six strippers in, Bryce had gotten in the party mood. Several times she had stood on her chair while she hooted and hollered at the strippers. If a stripper caught her eye, she even stuck some money in his G-string. Vanessa captured every minute of her friend’s behavior on her phone.
Dara returned to the stage, during the show she had changed her outfit a few times. She had changed from the sexy tux, to a glitzy ball gown, and now a pair of short shorts, a vest, a tie and her six-inch heels. “Okay ladies the time has come.” A deafening roar went up and
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