She hurt feelings, she break hearts. She stay quiet, she play smart. She take pride in going out, Getting holla'd at & saying nah. She's no saint, but she don't pose.
I’ma kinda tired now so my IMs are open if you wanna talk shit with me about nothing until I fall asleep. Or like this post if I can IM you. Whichever.
Melia’s penthouse, located in Manhattan, NY, has the perfect view of the city. The sleepless woman decided to live here so she could keep her eyes on the city, a strategy she uses to keep knowledge of the nightlife. She purchased the suite after a few nights of working at VICES, but she’s looking to purchase another place to call home. The modernized suite is fit for the average civilian, a lifestyle she could never fit in. @pwrrp
“Oh no, honey. I don’t clean up murder scenes, I’m not the help. I did my job and it was rudely interrupted, so goodbye and goodnight,” Melia said in response to Saint before she picked up a napkin off of the floor, wiping her DNA off of the gun before tossing it near one of the dead bodies. “I don’t see nothing, I don’t know nothing. Adios,” she concluded, making her way to the locker room to change clothes in order to go home.
Releasing a bitter chuckle, Melia nodded her head at the male’s choice of words, feeling her anger been to rise as he continued to speak. It didn’t take much to trigger the female into a violent frenzy, but being disrespected was one of her top reasons to end someone’s life on sight. “I’m the head bitch, that bitch, the baddest bitch, and I can be the bitch that’ll end your life if you don’t answer my fucking question,” she replied as she stepped toward the male, the gun in her hand aimed at him as she inched forward. “You don’t have no business in here, so you better get to talking before I redecorate this club with y’all bitch asses.”
While Melia was waiting backstage for the sweeper to bring her the money she earned for the night, her eyebrow raised at the sound of gunshots. She moved back towards the stage, eyeing the group of men that were causing a scene in the club. Chuckling to herself, she knelt down some to take a step off of the stage, kicking a nearby table over before pulling the gun from the latch underneath it, cocking it immediately. Like clockwork, she fired a shot at the first person in the crew to move, bringing attention towards her. “Who sent you?” @pwrrp
‘Someone tell Melia I’m on fire, she should work tonight.’
“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for... Go ahead and get your cameras out because she told me this would be a performance to remember. I want y’all to get out of your seats, and turn your attention to the stage. Miss Rayne, where you at, baby?” The volume of the crowd was all Melia needed to turn into Rayne, the alter ego she has came across what seemed like forever ago. To solidify her alter ego’s appearance, she took a shot of Hennessy to the head before standing to her feet. With her thumb and her index finger, she wiped the corners of her red painted lips, giving herself one more once over before exiting her dressing room.
Once her heels began to click against the marble flooring of the stage, the DJ started the soundtrack to her performance. Giving the crowded venue a sly smirk, she then moved her hand to the zipper of her cover up, unzipping it slowly before she tossed the lace material into the crowd. As “Ballerina” began to play, she casually placed her hand on the golden pole, allowing her curvaceous frame to twirl around it slowly as she geared up the momentum to her performance.
She mix the red and white wine like the Catalina.
You call her a stripper, that's my ballerina.
See that's your stage but it's my arena.
That's not a stripper, that's my ballerina.
Rayne closed her eyes for a second, positioning both of her hands on the leading prop to her show, working her body up the pole as the lyrics flowed through her ears. Once the beat dropped, she flipped her body to hang upside down as her thick thighs clamped around the prop. After easing her hands beneath her head, she allowed the pole to divide her thighs as she began to allow them to gyrate to the music, curling her right thigh around bar before spinning around it twice to end her trick in landing in a split.
Do a handstand for me, dance, dance, dance.
Baby can you pop it for me? Dance, dance, dance.
Let me see you drop it for me, dance, dance, dance.
As the g-string on her body began to disappear between her ample sized cheeks, her confidence on stage began to radiate through the performance as she used the pole to hold her body up, making sure to bounce her ass quickly as it went along to the tempo of the soundtrack. Tossing her ponytail over her shoulder, she looked back at herself as she placed one hand on her thigh, working her waist in a fast wind to move herself across the stage. Her desire to be closer to the audience always seemed to overpower her as she would feed off of the energy the crowd gave her.
Using her index finger, she motioned for a male in the audience to come closer to the stage, the fire in her eyes lusting after the male until he came forward. With a quick twirl, she flipped her body until she was on her stomach, placing an arch in her spine until she raised her crowd pleaser into the air. Planting her hands on the stage, she raised her lower half until it was fully lifted in the air, causing her ass to shake as her thighs trembled naturally to keep up with the production of the music.
Spreading her legs into a split, she managed to make them land on the male’s shoulders before she bounced her round bottom before his face, making the crowd begin the roar that she was used to hearing as her g-string disappeared further between his cheeks. She made her cheeks clap together for a few seconds, before surrendering the trance she had him in to slam her thick temple onto the floor.
Rayne turned her face to the audience, scanning the crowd quickly as she used the teasing grind against the stage to back her way back to the pole. As she wrapped her thighs around the prop, she lured her frame from the floor to start climbing up the pole once again, counting off the seconds before the song would change to finish the rest of her performance.
Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air.
Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air.
Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the air.
Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air.
Smack it, smack it in the air.
When she got to the top of the pole, she hooked her leg around the catwalk hanging from the ceiling, using her hands to hold herself up as she worked her adjacent leg around the pole, bouncing her ass in the split formation to the tempo of the song. Releasing the bar on the ceiling, she used her strength to lead a series of flips to lower herself on the pole, swinging between each one to capture the prop between her large cheeks in each trick.
Holding the pole with one leg, she hung upside down while twirling around the bar, keeping her hands connected to her thighs as her ass cheeks clapped together naturally before she flipped one more time to end the trick with a split. She bounced in the split a few times, easing her hand down her leg before wrapping her slender digits around her ankle, moving it passed her head as she flipped along the stage to end her performance in the formation of her signature leg behind the head bouncing split. The smile was plastered along her facial features as the dollars flew onto the stage, making her show a success.
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