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1.) ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛ - ʏᴜɴɢ ᴍɪᴀᴍɪ
2.) ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛ (ʙᴀʟʟᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ) - ʏᴜɴɢ ᴍɪᴀᴍɪ
3.) ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜰᴛ. ʟɪʟ ᴅᴜʀᴋ - ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ
4.) ʙɪɢ ᴏʟᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋ - ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ
ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ | ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ
Where all my bitches gettin’ money like they niggas?
Put it up in case the feds ‘come and get em’.
Got they own, don’t do it for the plot.
Bad ass bitch, make a nigga cop and block.
Mi’Asia walked into Club MaJik with huffs of irritation.
Another night of this bullshit, she thought.
She was only there for one thing, money. Like all the other girls who crowded the dressing room weekend after weekend, Mi’Asia had her eye on the prize.
The bass of Yung Miami's Spend Dat vibrated everything around the club goers. Mi’Asia bobbed and weaved through the crowd, swerving niggas that were trying to holla at her. Adding more aggravation inside her body. She hated that this was one of her resorts to pay for college, but unfortunately she felt that she had to do what she had to do.
Growing up, all Mi’Asia wanted to do was help people in any way she could. Anybody that knew her could always depend on getting real help. She knew people that knew people. Her mama always told her to be kind and befriend people that were the same. Her Big mama was also another person she took advice from, one of the women that everybody knew in the hood they resided in. If people needed clothes, a hot plate or just some words of wisdom? Big mama was there to provide that. She was the sweetest lady and a person that Mi’Asia looked up to, God rest her soul.
She made her way into the back room where the locker rooms were.
Coming up from behind her while she took the things she needed for the time at work, out her bag— was Mahogany. One of the top requested girls in the club. She smacked Mi’Asias ass and watched it jiggle. Mi’Asia whipped her head around with the same scowl she walked in with and smiled instantly when seeing who it was.
“Girl, if you don’t get on with that shit!” She hugged Mahogany with a tight embrace. Mahogany was her ace in that godforsaken place. They both stuck side by side whenever they worked together. Some men would request both of them due to the fact that they worked well with each other. Some girls didn’t like working with other girls because that meant splitting money. But with Mi’Asia and Mahogany, it was no issue. They made more than enough when they were by themselves, but when it was them two? Bands on bands.
They rocked side to side still in the hug, “Bitch hushhh! You know you missed me!” Mahogany said teasingly. Mi’Asia rolled her eyes playfully, getting out of the embrace to see what her friend had on for the night.
Mahogany was built like a brick house, when seeing her you can tell that she was highly sought after. Chocolate glazed skin that was always covered with coconut oil mixed with her favorite scent. Pretty almond shaped eyes that twinkled by the strobe lights in the club and smile so darling that any nigga that came her way was willing to spend all he had and then some.
Mi’Asia was built similar to her, just taller and wider. Being a tall girl made her stand out from the ones that weren’t her height, it was like that all her life. People would tease and joke on her about it but with the mouth like hers, they would quiet down and say whatever shit they had to say in mumbles. She used her height to her advantage, she owned it. Tall women ran in her family so there was no hiding it. Mi’Asia would walk into stores and buy the highest heel and strut her thickness with no shame.
A coworker of hers came busting in the room, “Aye, Kiki coming. So y’all hoes better be ready!”
The owner of the club Mi’Asia hated to work at. It wasn’t the girls that were the issue, it was that bitch. Mi’Asia didn’t understand what the secret animosity was about. Keisha would find any loop holes and alley ways to get on her everlasting nerves. She’ll happily disrupt her groove and fuck up the whole night at times. She kept wondering how the hell Keisha kept employees with her horrible ass attitude.
A bunch of groans with sprinkles of, ‘this bitch’ and ‘aw shit’s’ scattered across the room with the mixed scents of perfume and hair products. Mi’Asia wasn’t in a rush, nor did the announcement that Keisha was coming phased her. The lady was gonna nitpick and bother her either way it went.
Mi’Asia walked towards the long vanity that was placed on the wall for the girls to use, claiming her seat and placed her belongings in front of her and got to work on her hair first. Luckily, she didn’t have to do much. Mi’Asia wrapped her hair in hair rollers the night before, and now she took them out one by one, letting the silky glide of twenty four inches of Peruvian body wave brush against her skin. She lightly ran a wide-tooth comb through the loose, voluminous curls, then plugged in her hot comb. Waiting for it to heat up, she admired the stunning bleach job her hairstylist had accomplished. Once the metal was hot to her liking, she pressed through her bang, hiking it up to the perfect height. The bold money piece complemented the makeup she had done already at home.
In the middle of doing so, Keisha eventually made her way to the back. She checked every girl that was there from head to toe. Making sure it was up to her and the customers standards. One of the things that Mi’Asia could commend her on is that she made sure every girl looked the part. Everybody was there to sell a fantasy for however long they were there for. She never played about appearance, service, and definitely not her money.
Standing behind Mi’Asia, Keisha looked at her through the mirror. A permanent snarl was plastered on her face and she didn’t care who saw it. You could never tell if she was in a good or bad mood by her facial expression alone.
“Why this man comin’ up to me sayin’ you ain’t finish the dance he paid YOU for?” Keisha sneered at her, popping her thick hip out. Mi’Asia breathed in deeply, prepared for whatever else that was about to come out of her mouth. “The dance was done once he started getting handsy and disrespectful. I’on gotta take that shit, the others will. I don’t.” Mi’Asia finished her hair by spraying hair spray around her head, putting a clip on her bang to make it stay in place.
Keisha huffed and smirked, “You think you runnin’ shit? Don’t make it happen again or ya close out money mine. Hurry the fuck up and get on the floor. We got The Jacksons comin’ in ‘bout fifteen minutes. You, Mahogany and Lola in they section.” Without a hitch, Keisha left the dressing room.
With that, the girls continued to get ready. The room buzzed around Mi’Asia with excitement.
Women around her overheard the conversation, hype that the Jackson’s are coming. The men are known producers in the city, hell the whole world. Everybody worked with them and everybody wanted them. They held a demanding presence together and apart.
Mahogany came up to Mi’Asia and sat down next to her doing finishing touches to her makeup.
“We got the brothers tonight, you ready?” Mahogany looked at Mi’Asia through the shared mirror. She shrugged, “They like any other niggas, ain’t nothin’ special ‘bout ‘em. They not doin’ shit for me except filling my pockets.” She shared a knowing look and cackled with her friend, dapping her up in the process.
“That’s why I fucks witchu. Now let’s go get this money.”
The Jackson men walked into the club like they owned the damn place. And with the amount of money they had combined, they could own it.
They were greeted like royalty, having one of the girls escort them to the section that was reserved for them.
“Man where the bitches at?!” Randy exclaimed, making his brother Marlon chuckle.
“Bruh, can you calm down? We just got here, reeelax.” Marlon said coolly, getting comfortable in his spot for the night. Randy brushed him off, “I came to have a good ass time, rub on some booty with a pair of fat ass titties in my face. They needa speed this process up, forreal.”
Marlon shook his head at his little brother, ignoring his antics. He waved down a nearby server, told her that they were ready for their liquor of choice for tonight; Don Julio. Repasado to be exact.
The server came and went, a few shots were in their system at this time.
Taking their fourth shot, the lights dimmed. Queuing that the girls were on their way to the stage in front of them.
“Aw heeeelll yeah! Let’s get this party fuckin’ STARTED!” Randy did a happy dance, Marlon laughed at his brother for the millionth time tonight but he realized someone was missing. His other brother, Michael.
“Mike told you where he at? That nigga always on his time and never on other peoples?” Marlon said, watching Randy whip out his phone; fumbling with it trying to text Michael about his whereabouts.
“He ain’t say, lemme see where he at now.”
At the nick of time, Michael came strolling through with all the time in the world. As Michael was walking to the section, Mahogany, Mi’Asia and Lola entered into the section and walked on stage.
Lola looked at the brothers, eyes like daggers moved with purpose across them. Her slim thick physique and golden brown skin captured the two brother’s attention.
“Damn she's fine as hell..” Randy said with slurred words, failing to whisper. “You gentlemen havin’ a good time?” She said with a wink, hips swaying to the beat of the music. A ‘hell yeah’ and ‘absolutely’ were said simultaneously. Michael didn’t say a word. He was too busy eyeing up Mi’Asia.
Fuck the bottles, fuck these other dancers in this club, honestly fuck the club all together. He wanted the woman that was wiping down the pole in front of him, she was also working her body to the music that casually played. Michael found a spot on the long red sofa, shades still on as if he was too cool for school. He saw the bottle chilling on ice and grabbed him a cup to pour him a shot.
Randy scoffed, “You can’t tell a nigga hey?! Ask us how we doin’? Just straight drinkin’ our shit.” Michael ignored it, just like Marlon. They knew to ignore Randy’s antics. He meant no harm but he loved to talk his shit.
Michael tore his eyes from Mi’Asia, finishing up pouring a shot into the cup like a pro. He looked past Randy and head nodded ‘sup?’ to Marlon, he did the same back. Randy looked at Michael in bewilderment.
“You gon’ make me spazz out in this club,” Randy turned to look at Marlon, “He finna make me spazz out bro.” Randy said dramatically, Marlon eyes following Lola’s movement; not worrying about anything his little brother was talking about. Michael chuckled lowly, “Wassup big head ass boy, is that better?”
Michael, the quietest one of the three was a man of a few words. Only speaking when he felt necessary, only moving when he felt compelled to. Nobody dared to question him. Even his brothers knew when to back off and let him be.
Dressed in a crimson red two piece that glittered under the lights, a red hat and 6 inch pleasers; Mahogany walks down the steps towards Randy. He licked his top lip as Mahogany began to bend over, showing him everything God gave her. The DJ scratches a song to make it melt into Megan Thee Stallions Big Ole Freak. The girls followed the rhythm to the beginning beats of the music, giving the men a show.
Michael sipped on his liquor watching Mi’Asia work the pole. He She climbed up, held onto her place and let her legs go. Making them clap together in the process. Her ass cheeks made a ripple effect by the action. All Michael could do was stare in astonishment. He’s been in a fair share of strip clubs, seen gorgeous women at every one of them. But nothing amounted to Mi’Asia.
She wore a commanding look that was fused with glamour and bold confidence. A DSquared ivory cropped tank top covered her breasts, pasties underneath to hide her areolas. Sheer floral lace tights and a pair of high cut black bottoms adorned her lower half, giving the look some edge but still soft and non-exposing. Custom made plush black fur-trimmed boots that were altered and replaced with her pleasers added a dramatic volume to her tall stature.
The way she radiated confidence like sunshine on a hot day, how sex appeal oozed out her body like warm chocolate coming out of a cake. You could tell from afar that she was sure of herself and walked with her head held high. A woman like that wasn’t to be fucked with and if you came to her? Having your shit together is key, alongside putting what she wanted in her hand. You’d have to bring something to the table—her time and energy was too precious to waste.
Michael wanted Mi’Asia. He wanted her bad. And he’d do anything to make it happen.
He took his shades off so that Mi’Asia could notice that all his attention was on her. Unbeknownst to him, she knew that he was staring her down like a hawk. Mi’Asia took the opportunity to do something extra to make his time worthwhile. Twisting down from the pole, she dropped into a split with her back towards him. She made her ass cheeks flex, making them move like a tidal wave. Mi’Asia looked over her shoulder and smirked at Michael. He beckoned her to come here with a finger in her direction. Mi’Asia got out of her position sexily and walked to Michael.
Michael finally saw how she looked up close and damn did it knock the wind out of lungs. He was known for his poise and cool demeanor. People rarely saw him out of character and that’s the way he liked it. No woman made him sweat until tonight.
He didn’t have anything to say at the moment, Mi’Asia left him utterly speechless. He took in how radiant and soft she looked. Michael looked into her eyes, locked into an unspoken trance that she had him in. She knew that look, that look of want and need. Mi’Asia doesn’t know anything about Michael other than him being stacked up and well respected. The qualities in a man she liked.
There were no words exchanged. Just looks and energy vibrating off one another.
Mi’Asia got closer to Michael and sat on his lap with her back facing him.
I wanna fuck in the mirror
I like to look at yo face when you in it
Come in the room and I'm giving commands
I am the captain and he the lieutenant
Michael cracked the silence, “What’s yo name, pretty girl? Can I touch you?” Mi’Asia smiled and started to slow grind in Michael’s lap with the tempo to the music. She laid back on Michael’s chest, her head landed on his shoulder. Mi’Asia noticed that she felt comfortable laying on Michael’s body. It felt right to her and that was scary.
She never felt like that before with any customer she gave a dance to. Mi’Asia loathed getting too close to any man that walked into the club. Any chance she got, Mi’Asia would finesse each and every dance. The men loved when the women would grind on them, giving them that skin to skin contact. Mi’Asia hated that shit. Men couldn’t act right! Trying to be handsy with her, speaking cash shit in her ear that made her want to throw up on the spot.
“Since you asked so nicely, you can touch me big daddy. Just don’t get carried away.” Mi’Asia purred, words rolling slick off her tongue. Michael chucked, making Mi’Asia feel the rumble in his chest. Causing her to laugh as well. Michael proceeded to caress her torso, snaking his arms around her. Nesting his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her natural scent that was mixed with the expensive perfume she wore.
“Name is Stallion, the coldest of the coldest.” Michael took in her response, he’ll get her origin story later. Right now, he wanted to let her know that he was feeling her.
“You feel good against me Stallion, like we made for each other. You feelin’ the same way?” Michael laid it on thick. He was never the type to beat around the bush with anybody. If he wanted you, he’d pursue you. It was simple with him. Mi’Asia lifted her head to look at Michael and by the look on his face, she saw that he was dead serious.
“Oh really? What makes you say somethin’ like that?” Mi’Asia responded to him disregarding the last question he asked her. She got up to sit down facing him. Full on straddling in his lap. He wanted a conversation, he got one.
“Because I feel somethin’, I’m tryna take you out this club. You don’t need to be in here.”
Mi’Asia let Michaels words simmer in her mind. It sounded good but did he really mean any of the things he said?
Michael’s copper brown eyes drank up Mi’Asias body. She was filled out in all the right places, Michael’s thoughts ran rapidly. He wanted to know how she’d look in ecstasy when he made her orgasm, how her breasts would bounce in his face riding him. More fortunately, how she’d look happy being by his side. The reaction she’ll have when she sees a brand new car out front waiting for her to ride in. Money in her account without having to ask. Michael wanted to roll out the red carpet for this girl and he didn’t even know the girls birthday.
“You niggas love feeding girls a fairytale. Too bad, I make my own dreams come true. I don’t need help, baby.” Mi’Asia rolled her body slowly, making the tank top she wore ride up. Her areola peeking from underneath the fabric, hands on Michael’s knees. Giving him full view on the body that possessed his attention.
“Ain’t nobody tryna feed you nothing but good food, loving and great dick. I got more to offer besides that. Whatever you want, I got.” Michael brought Mi’Asia closer, missing the feeling of her warmth. Yeah, she was grinding on his dick but he wanted to feel her heartbeat.
“Im serious about feeling you, let me get to know you more. Outside of here.” Michael stared into Mi’Asias eyes, talking only for her ears to hear. He wanted her to understand that what he was saying shouldn’t be taken lightly. Mi’Asia decided to test him,
“Gimme yo’ phone.” Mi’Asia said with her hand out. Without hesitation Michael did what she asked him to, unlocked his phone and gave it back to her. Mi’Asia searched for his banking apps and found one that they both shared. Looking back at him, she flipped the phone around and signaled for him to log in. Michael did what she asked again, no fret. She took note of that. Mi’Asia found the transfer button to wire her money from his account. She’s seen men with money all the time, some would flash it but never spend it. And that irked the shit out of her.
If you not spending’ it, the fuck you showing me for? She would say.
Again, Mi’Asia has been around men with money, wealthy men. But what she saw in Michael’s account made her pussy jump with joy.
All these fucking zeros?! Yeah, he gon’ be my trick.
Mi’Asia input her number into the box, typed in the amount she wanted to be sent to her and clicked confirm. Michael watched Mi’Asias face turn into a smile as she gave the phone back to him, he looked at the screen that displayed a confirmation of a successful transaction. But the amount made his eyebrow raise.
He looked back at her, “That’s all you wanted?” Michael gave the phone back to her. Mi’Asia didn’t protest and went back into the app to send herself more money. If he wanted her to have it, who was she to say no? He had plenty more and didn’t mind giving it up to her. Michael wanted her to have it all.
Mi’Asia gave the phone back again and Michael nodded at what he saw, “That’s better. Buy yourself something nice and let me come pick you up. I know exactly where I wanna take you.” She looked at him confused, “Who said I wanted to go anywhere with you? I don’t kick it with no niggas outside this club.”
Michael liked her firmness, she wasn’t going for anything easy and he liked her that way. He had to earn the right to see her away from these club lights.
“I ain’t like any other nig—“ Mi’Asia cuts him off by saying, “All men say that. You just like the rest. How different can you truly be? You can’t just enjoy the fantasy and go home?”
“No.” Michael said plainly, the emotion was held in his eyes. He seeked out any hope in hers, looking for a wall to come down. But none budged. Mi’Asia shook her head, aggravated at Michael’s advances. She saw what he was trying to do, trying to wiggle his way into her mind to get her to loosen up. She’s been holding onto her word by not hooking up with any customer and she meant it.
Mi’Asia got up from Michael’s lap, his gaze following her movement. “I’ll see you around, Michael.” As Mi’Asia turns around to leave the section Michael reaches out for her hand, her body jerks back slightly.
“Don’t leave me empty handed,” Michael reaches into his pocket to hand her a stack of money, “Here, pretty girl.” He placed a stack of hundreds in her palm. Flipping her hand over to kiss the top of it. Michael kept his eyes on her, not wanting to let go. Mi’Asia slightly blushed at the action, trying to conceal her real feelings. She was digging him and how easy it was to get what she wanted and this was only the beginning.
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