Cherry’s POVOkay, I’ve been dolled up several times before in ways that you cannot even begin to imagine but never, and I repeat, never have I looked this damn glamorous. I don’t know who Xavier, Maddison and Coral are but after this miracle that they’d just performed, I had to get all their numbers and become friends with them instantly, because I literally looked like a Disney Princess after they were done.Samuel, our driver, was at the front of the elongated Aston Martin while Malcolm and I were seated at the back. The car was designed in a way that the two sets of seats inside were facing each other, and this made me sit on one side while Malcolm was on the other and we were directly facing each other.You probably want me to describe my dress. Seeing as we’re still on the road, let me get to that. It’s a little distracting to explain how I look, seeing as Mr Balogun couldn’t keep his eyes off my body, though he tried his hardest not to let it show. I was wearing a tight sparkly
Yep! This man definitely knew what he was doing as he led me on the dance floor. 'Lady In Red' was playing and we were swaying to the music. He had his arms around my waist and the way he held my gaze just made me wonder even more about him. I didn’t even know that I could pull the moves he was easing me into, using my sexual appeal and stripper talents in a way that I had never applied before, and I was having a good time, and so were the crowd who were already fixated on us.I wanted to start interrogating him but I decided against it. For now, finishing this dance with him was my main objective, and judging from how seriously he was taking it, it was his as well. As his hands trailed the contours of my body, I felt like I was a mold of potter’s clay and he was the artist who was carefully caressing me with his touch, gently and subtly, twisting and turning me as I took shape into this red swan that could move as elegantly as the Queen of England herself. He was smooth with his move
As we rode back to Malcolm's home, there was this different kind of tension in the air compared to when we first rode to the party earlier. The mood had surely shifted and I wasn't able to tell if he was mad at me or not. I was pretty certain that I hadn't done anything wrong just because I danced with someone at the party; someone who just so happened to be related to him. If anything, I'm the one who should be upset, seeing as he didn't inform me that his cousin was going to be at this event...or that he would be so sexy and charismatic.He didn't seem upset, judging from the look on his face but, he wasn't saying anything and he was barely looking at me. I was starting to hate it, and against my better judgement, I decided to say something about it."The party was quite good. It was exactly what I expected but I still had a good time, and you got yourself a new partner as well. Margaret was..," I wasn't sure how to describe her so I just said, "...quite the character. I see why you
Malcolm's POV..."Have you had dinner yet?" Omolola asked me on the phone."Yes, I have. I'm just about to do my evening exercises before I go to bed," I responded as I walked through the house shirtless."Make sure you take care of yourself, you hear? And come home soon, I've missed you terribly," she said."I've missed you too. I'll be home in three months, Lola. You already know this. Just be patient and the days will fly by before you know it.""I guess you're right. Alright, I have to go now. Talk to you later. I love you," she said."Love you too," I replied before hanging up.It was calls like this that made all the work I do tolerable. Calls like this made all the stress worth it because in the end, the ones I love get to benefit from it and I get to take care of all their needs while spending quality time with them.You're probably wondering who I was speaking to. Her name's "Omolola", a Yoruba name which means "Wealthy Child". I'm the only child of my father and thus, the on
Cherry's POV You'll find today in many parts of the world that women claim that being strippers or hookers or prostitutes or porn stars is a form of sexual liberation and independence. They say that it's a way of embracing their womanhood and finding pride in the power of their flesh and somehow, a lot of women today see this as honest work that should be done without an atom of shame.Hi there, I go by Cherry 🍒 and I'm a stripper and I just want to tell you that what all of these women say about sexual liberation is a pile of bullshit. Most women are not doing these kinds of jobs because they feel it's a way of expressing their artistic side, most women are not doing these kinds of jobs to embrace their sexuality in a manner that is decent or upright. Bitches are doing these jobs because they like it. They love the attention they get from wealthy men and women, they love the sex and most importantly, they love the money. Now don't get me wrong, not all of us are as promiscuous as
I got to my apartment as late as three in the morning and I was so exhausted that I could hear my bed calling my name the closer I got to it. It took me a while to find my keys in my purse, seeing as it was full of money but I got it and went inside. I could hear some noises coming from my small living room and it sounded like moaning. I immediately knew who was making the noise and when I switched the lights on, what I saw was not fit for anyone’s eyes.“Ken, how many times have I told you that if you want to suck your boyfriend’s cock in my house, to do it in your room?” I shielded my eyes from seeing it.“So sorry, Cherry. I didn’t think you’d be back today,” Kendra replied as she got off her knees and wiped the spittle from her lips.“Just because you didn’t think I’d be back today doesn’t make it okay for you to mess up my couch…again! Do you have any idea how much it cost me to get that shit off the last time?” “Maybe it’s best if I go, babe,” Lardon said as he did the zipper o
“I checked in on you last night while you were asleep and I noticed that it was a little open and so, I helped you close it and during the process, I saw the money. I take it you had a very good night at the office,” She flexed her brows at me. “Yes, I had a good night and my purse was not a little open. What do you even need two hundred dollars for?” I asked.“It’s not for drugs, okay. Well, technically it is but it’s for the drugs that I’ve already used. My dealer’s been asking for me to pay what I owe and he’s getting a little too on edge and I want to settle him so things don’t get messy,” Kendra said.“Fine,” I said, even surprising myself, “I’ll give you the money so you can pay off your debt but God so help you, Ken, if you get more drugs on credit, I’m not going to bail you out again, girl. I’m serious Ken, you’ve got to quit that stuff,” “I will, I promise and thank you so much,” I took out the wad from my purse and gave her two hundred dollars. Ken excitedly took the mone
So, there we were. Seated by the table, face to face, ready to talk business and I was very eager to hear what he had to offer. A part of me was certain that whatever he had to offer would one way or another involve something sexual and I was prepping to give him a stern talking-to and tell him to piss off and shove whatever ludacris amount of money he was planning to offer me up his arse."I'm so glad that you accepted my invitation and came here to hear me out, Cherilyn," He said with a hospitable and yet intimidating aura within his voice.Usually, I tell people immediately to not call me by my birth name but for some reason, I didn't say it to him. I don't know if it was because I didn't need to or maybe it was because I was scared to. At this point, I just wanted to know one thing; I wanted to know who the fuck this man was and what he fucking wanted with me."Before we get into…business, could you at least tell me your name?" I asked him because apart from what his assistant c