EroticReverie

Tatum

It's 3 am when my night is finally over. I've made bank tonight, even with the distraction of Kash coming in and making me dance for him. He was on my mind all night as I danced and flirted with other men. 

I had two other private dances that night. One of my regulars tipped me well when I came while grinding on him. His eyes were so wide with surprise, not knowing I was imagining my boyfriends father beneath me. 

Daniel the bouncer walked me out to my car and I turned as I opened my door. He smiled. 

"Have a good night Ivy" he says. 

I give a flirty glare. "You know my name Daniel, you can use it" I say. 

He shakes his head and grins. "Not on grounds." he says. 

I roll my eyes playfully. "always the rule follower" I tease and give him a wink as I slide down into my drivers seat, he holds the door until my feet are in and I look up at him.

"Night D" I smile. 

He sighs and shakes his head. "Night trouble" 

I giggle and he shuts my door and I start my engine. 

When I get home to my apartment, my roommate Stella is already asleep. 

I throw my purse and money bag on my bed and go take a shower, thinking of Jack my boyfriend, and then Kash , his father. 

I bite my lip as I grab the shower head, lift my leg to the side of the tub and let the water pulse, and drum over my clit as I lean my head back against the wall. 

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After my shower , and throwing on a long night shirt, I go to the small kitchen, grab a yogurt and some granola, and mix it and scroll through my phone in the kitchen as I spoon the late night snack into my mouth. 

I look up when I hear feet, and see a sleep Deshawn, Stella's boyfriend padding out into the kitchen in boxers.

He gives a sleepy wave and walks to the bathroom, I laugh to myself and finish my yogurt. 

He walks back out as I throw the container in the trash. 

"How was work?" he asks with a yawn and stretches. 

I shrug. "Same ole...old men still love young tits and ass" I say and he gives a laugh and nods. 

"see ya" he waves sleepily again as he walks back into Stella's room. 

Stella is a stripper too, we met at the last club I danced at, when I first turned 18.  I was 19 now. But Stella is 22 now, and she took me under her wing when I started. But I got fired by the owner when I had a bad month , missed a few shifts, and didn't make enough money for him.  No big loss, the guy was a huge dick. 

DeShawn is her boyfriend, has been for 2 years, and works security over where Stella works. No idea how he handles watching her dance for other dudes. Or how she isn't bothered by him watching. But, whatever works for them I guess. 

I swipe my phone from the counter and walk to my room, and dump my money bag, smiling at the crumbled up 1's, 5's , 10's and 20's. and the few 50's and two hundreds I got from two of my lap dances. Kash, and then my one regular. 

I found Kash's hundred and held it up, looking at it, looking at his number. I set it to the side as I organized the bills and wrapped a rubbed band around them and walked over to my night stand and shoved it under my panties, until I could iron them in the morning and take it to the bank. 

I walked back to my bed and sit down and looked at the hundred dollar bill.

"fucking asshole" I murmur and roll my eyes. 

I pick up my phone, and text Jack, my boyfriend, Kash's fucking son.

"Home. Showered. Going to bed. Text you in the morning. Love you" I hit send and then fall back on my bed and stare at my ceiling thinking about the private dance with his dad. God I should have walked out, should have denied him. But I can't afford to get fired again, I need the rent money, I need it for bills, and to save for my tuition for next year. 

I lick my lips. Money. Kash has it. Wants to give it to me. If nobody else finds out, and I'm just dancing, how bad could it be? It's not cheating. Is it? I lay there still staring at the ceiling going back and forth in my head. I groan and push up and sit on my bed. I snatch the hundred dollar bill, my phone and the bag of weed on my dresser and walk to the living area, and look around for the papers, and sit down on the couch and roll myself a joint. 

It's the weekend, fuck it. I tell myself. I roll a second. 

I take the joints, my phone and the hundred dollar bill out onto our little balcony and sit in one of our cheap little plastic chairs and set my joints down on the glass table with my phone and the hundred dollar bill. 

I shake my head. "Fucking idiot" I call myself for even thinking about texting his fucking dad. I spark the joint and sit back in the chair, and close my eyes as I exhale. 

I pick up my phone and read a few news article highlights from today while I continue to smoke. Tapping the joint, letting the ashes fall wherever. My eyes look over to the hundred dollar bill on the table, then back at my screen. 

I squirm in my seat, and lick my lips, taking another drag as I sit up and grab the hundred dollar bill. I pinch the joint in my fingers holding it as I use my phone with one hand and punch in the numbers to Kash's phone. I save it with no name. I exhale and drop the phone into my lap and stub out the last of my joint and light the second. 

I sit back and just look at the street lamps and city lights as I smoke, and DeShawn comes out again.

"I knew I smelled you" he says. I laugh and hand him the last half of the joint.

He sits on the chair. 

"Can't sleep?" I ask and he shakes his head. 

"Nope" he says and goes to pass back the joint as he exhales I shake my head and wave it off. 

"You finish it, that's my second" I say. 

"Damn, since when do you get high high?" he asks. 

I laugh and shrug. 

"Bad night then?" he asks. 

I shrug. "Just weird" 

He inhales, and exhales. "Weird?" 

I nod, I lick my lips wondering if I should tell him. He's as close to me as Stella. 

"Stella ever had anyone she knew come into the club and see her?" I ask. 

He blows out some smoke and nods. "yea, quite a few, why? that what happened?" he asks.

I nod. 

"Shit happens sometimes, but dont let it get you...who was it?" he asks. 

"Jack's dad" I say deadpan. 

I watch DeShawns eyes go wide and he shakes his head. "Shit" he says with a laugh. 

"Yeah" I say. "But it gets worse" I say. 

"Damn, how worse?" he asks. 

"His dad......" I pause and chew my lip. "He paid for a fucking private dance with me."

DeShawn coughs. "What?!" 

"Yea" I nod, I decide I do need more, so I take the joint from his fingers and inhale the very end of the joint and stub it out in the ash tray. 

"Damn baby girl, what'd you do?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I fucking danced for him"

"Damn" he says sitting back. "That's fucked. What a dick" 

"You gonna tell J?" DeShawn asks. 

I look at him. 

He laughs. "Yeah, I guess not" 

"Don't tell Stell..." I say. 

DeShawn shrugs. "I don't gotta tell her everything, dang, you think she has me whipped or something?"

I laugh. "If there's one thing I know D, it's that you pray at the alter of Stella's pussy" I wink. 

He laughs and reaches over and gives my shoulder a little shove.

"Man, fuck you baby girl" he says and laughs. I stand up and stretch. 

"Now I need more food" I say. He laughs and stands too. 

"You want pancakes?" I ask. He nods and pulls out a cigarette and lights it. 

I go back inside leaving the sliding glass door open as DeShawn smokes his cigarette and I mix up a small bowl of premade pancake batter. I take out an apple, and cut it up in tiny pieces and add it to the batter, and add cinnamon as DeShawn comes back in. 

He sits on the counter as I cook our pancakes and I serve him his on a plate, and then I hop up on the counter opposite him in our small kitchen. 

"Damn Tatum, these are fucking food" he says. "hits the spot baby girl" 

I laugh and thank him. I love that him and Stella both call me baby girl. 

We talk a little about his plans for today, he let's me know Stella's got the night off so their going to the movies and dinner. 

"If you want we can come to the club after" he says. 

I shrug. "sure , if you want, you don't have to" I say. 

DeShawn has seen me dance when I worked with Stella. He's seen ALL of me. The last place I worked was completely nude. Where I work now is only topless. So him and Stella do come by time to time when Stella and him arent working. They even stop by, by themselves to watch me. for some reason it's not weird at all. 

Jack , my boyfriend is not allowed. He's supportive, but we both know it's best he's never there to watch. 

I hop off the counter and take our plates and put them in the sink.

"I'll wash em later, just leave em" D says and slips his arm around my shouler and leans down and kisses the top of my head. 

"I'm going to go grab on Stella's booty then take a nap" he says, and I laugh and nod. 

"You do that" I laugh and grab my phone, my hundred dollar bill, close the door to the balcony and go to my room, close the door and place the bill on my dresser, my phone on my nightstand and plug it in. I crawl into bed, and I fall asleep.

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