Free Loyalty Over Royalty by T'Anne Marie Page A

Every stripper in the club was making their way to their section to get a piece.
    “Clap that ass hoe!” Whack chanted as one stripper jumped up and down to make her fat ass clap. Whack then signaled for her to come over to him, he leaned in and whispered “Aye it’s my brother’s birthday, you should grab a few of ya girls and give him a good time!”
    The stripper smiled and licked her lips as she looked Notorious up and down; he was fresh. He sported a navy blue Polo sweat shirt, with dark denim fresh creased jeans. He had on a fresh pair of all white dope man Nike tennis with the navy blue check. His waves were bussing and his lining was crisp. His ears, neck, wrist, and pinky shined like a chandelier from the jewelry he was wearing. Once she realized how fine and paid he was, she was down for just bout anything.
    “Let me go get my girls,” she replied, as she switched her way to the other side of the V.I.P towards her friends. “Green light ladies! Yawl tryna make this bank?” she asked as she approached them.
    “Damn right! What’s the mission?” one of the two ladies asked.
    “We got a fine ass, ballin ass birthday boy, and his brother want us to show him a good time.”
    “Well shit! Fine and ballin?! What the fuck we waiting on?!” the other stripper asked as she chugged the rest of her drink and waited for her friend to lead the way. Two of the strippers made their way towards Notorious and Whack, as the third one made her way to the DJ booth to grab a microphone.
    “Hey Magic City, it’s live in here tonight!” she screamed when she got the mic. “I heard we got a birthday boy in V.I.P tonight! And you know how we like to treat our birthday guest! So, can I get a spot light on the V.I.P please! DJ drop that shit!” the stripper yelled, as she made her way to join her girls.
    “There's only one place where we can go, To see freaky hoes doin' shows. Doin' tricks to make us holler, on a giving night, all for a dollar. Silicone breasts, all on their chests Nothin' like others, but above the rest. They'll do anything to turn us on, Them hoes got it goin' on!! I like big booty and big ol' titties, Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many. So come and be my private dancer, I got some money if that's the answer. I really wanna be with you, I get hard after seeing you, How’s hard? Hard like a rock when you make that pussy pop!” The DJ played “Pop That Pussy” another smash by 2 Live Crew.
    Notorious had the three baddest strippers in the club treating him like royalty. He had ass in his hands, lap, and face. One of the strippers decided to go the extra mile and even pulled his dick out. The size amazed her and made her mouth water. Before he knew it, he was getting his dick sucked in front of the whole club. When the other two strippers noticed what their girl was doing, they dropped to their knees to join her. Notorious lifted his shirt, revealing his tattooed six pack, as he began to pour Rose’ down his stomach into the strippers’ mouths as they slurped all over his wood. Whack had a fine ass chocolate stallion, laid on her back with her legs spread wide open as she made a whole Moet’ bottle disappear in her pussy. He was so amazed by what he was seeing; it took everything in him not to dump a whole trash bag full of money on top of her. They had the club live; the strippers would be able to pay their tuition after that night.
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    As Notorious and his team stood out in front waiting for valet to bring their cars, Whack noticed a real familiar face in a small crowd across the street. For a minute, he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but after taking a good second look, he was sure he wasn’t tripping. Today must be my lucky day, I get to kill me a nigga. In Atlanta Muthafuckn Georgia , he thought to himself as he tapped Notorious, not taking his eyes off of his victim.
    “Aye nigga, look across the street,” he whispered in a calm tone. Notorious then followed his