Imagine This.

Pour It Up

You count your money you've collected and take a sip of wine as you take a break. You've been out there on the pole all day and you're finally taking a well-deserved break. You reapply your eyeliner and once you're done, you practice grinding in front of the mirror.

"Damn girl! You're getting a lot of money tonight if you do that" Candy slaps your ass and you giggle as you turn to face her. "I better, I need to pay my rent" your smile turns into a frown as your boss, the b***h of the south, walks in.

"Y/N!! Get your ass out there and make those men beg for more, I'm counting on you" you nod and strut out of the door. You fix your black net crop top and listen for your entrance. (Song of your choice) comes on and you strut on to the stage. All the men compliment your body and order you to shake your ass. You circle around the pole and whine all the way down the pole. You shake your hips and arch your back and have your ass shake to each beat.

A man with a grey beard and brown hat throws money on to the stage and you grind down the pole and grab the money swiftly, and stuff it in your bra. You feel a grimy hand on your ass and you wipe it off and continue whining. You roll your hips faster; making your ass swirl in a circle and the music gradually switches to the next song. Candy gets on to the pole upside down and you walk off the stage. Your boss grabs you and leads you to the bar with a rough grip.

"We have a customer that would love your ass in his face, so give it all. Go into that room and use that pole any way you can and rock them hips until they're sore got it?" You nod and he leads you to the black door. You breathe deeply and walk into the dimmed room. There are only candles and you see a man in the corner with a fedora on.

Music starts to play and he shuts the door, leaving you and the man alone.

Is he going to look up..or should I just leave?

You walk a little closer and he finally looks up at you with the most beautiful captivating eyes. You clear your throat and hold onto the pole.

"Are you ready or what?" You roll your eyes and he looks lost like he doesn't belong here.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm new to this, my ex-wife just cheated on me and I-I need to take my mind off it" he stutters and stuffs his hands in his pocket. You nod and sit on his lap, coiling your arms around his neck. He flinches at first until you start grinding on him.

"Then let me take you to another place" you whisper in his ear and you can feel his d**k jump as you grind harder. He nods slowly and you place his hands around your waist.

He's so sexy, I'm gonna have fun with this one. You spread kisses all around his neck and he starts to feel comfortable and grabs your ass. He groans and licks his lips as you stare into his eyes and roll your hips as your ass jumps to the beat. He rubs her cheek and looks at your lips as you start to get up to get ready for the next part, your clients think this is the best one.

"C-Can I kiss you?" He holds your neck and you giggle lightly as you shrug. "I'm yours for the night, but you have to tell me your name.." You lick his jawline and he lets out a shaky breath.

"Michael Jackson" you smirk and trace his lips with your tongue. "Well..Mr.Jackson, you can do whatever you want to me. And believe me, when I say, that you're the only one that has full access..so take advantage of this" he smashes his lips against yours and you moan as he picks you up and places you on the wall, ripping your net tights.