Free Fiending for His Love by Angel Williams Page B

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    Nick never asked her to dance at the club. All he mentioned was that the bypass was his treat, but all the other surgeries had to be paid back. Michelle racked up a bill over $150,000 in surgeries and so far hadn’t paid a penny of it back. Tossing pussy here and there to Nick wasn’t going to cut it. Nick had moved on to the next and wanted his money back. He had promoted Michelle from the bartender to a dancer in hopes of getting some of his money back, not that he really needed it. It was just the principle; pay back what you promised to pay back.
                  Michelle’s surgery had changed her. She wasn’t the sweet girl who Nick had once known. The new Michelle he couldn’t stand; always walking around flaunting her goods and down talking others, especially him. Little did he know, he had created a MONSTER! He had to catch himself a time or two from breaking Michelle’s neck. He was better off staying as far away from her as possible before he ended up in jail yet again. The one thing Michelle didn’t know about Nick was that he had a mean temper, but she soon would find out.
    Before touching the pole, she grabbed the sanitizer from the corner of the stage and a rubbing rag. The rag was completely dry. These dirty ass bitches don’t never sanitize this damn pole. Dusty ass hoes. Don’t give a damn about their health. Michelle scrubbed the pole like her life depended on it, wiping away any of the debris that was left from the ten strippers prior.
    She tossed the cleaning supplies back in the corner and began putting on her show. Men moved to the front to watch her dance, practically fighting over the front row seats.
    Charisma sat back at the bar, uncomfortably sipping on her Long Island Ice Tea. She couldn’t wait for Michelle to get done so they could bounce. The club was too damn packed for one and for two; it smelled like pure ass and chips. Above all, she was tired of all the men hitting on her. She sat with her nose turned up in the air feeling that she was out of her element.
    Michelle took her time crawling to the front of the stage. Her glassy eyes stated that she was either drunk or high. For her it was both. There was no way in hell she could do this shit sober. She glanced out of the corner of her eyes and noticed Nick standing on the left side of the stage. He threw his thumbs up in the air. Refocusing on the men who gave her their full attention, Michelle sat upright and began rotating her hips in a circular motion while winding her upper body. She stared the men into their eyes, enticing them. Sticking her index finger in her mouth, she then took it out and slowly traced her finger all over her body.
    The men were hypnotized as they followed her finger. She then stopped at the top of her thong. Teasing the men, she pushed it to the side before rolling over onto her back. She bent her body up in a bridge position and slowly removed the diamond-studded top that she had paid over $200 get custom made. Her silicone breasts fell over the top. They were so flawless that no one would have ever questioned whether they were real or fake. Regardless, they fit her. Back in the day, Michelle always hated that she was a big girl with no breasts whatsoever. Now she was in love with her new breasts!
    Michelle got up and shook her booty just a little to tease the men even more. She then slowly straddled the stage in a split position making her booty jump from left to right.
    She took her right leg and placed it behind her neck. The men went wild over her flexibility.
    Her fatness was poking through her thongs. She was so turned on that a wet spot appeared right in the middle of her panties.
    Michelle continued to put on a show for the next three songs. She had the crowd so turned up that the DJ gave her an extra song. When she was done, she gathered her money and walked over the stage leaving the thirsty bitches picking their jaws up off of the floor. She couldn't wait to go count her