Chapter 30

Mmm, this guy has a nice cock.

Andre lay back on the bench in the VIP area of The Spearmint Rhino DTLA (Downtown LA) as I began my naked dance on top of him. They didn’t have separate rooms like in Dallas, and privacy consisted of partial walls between the padded benches. Still, we dancers could crawl all over the guys and rub them with our bodies during our VIP sessions.

It was also interesting that many of the guys here wore basketball shorts. Of course, the reason behind it was pretty simple. Basketball shorts are made of very thin material which, if the guy also isn’t wearing any underwear, and most of them didn’t, allowed for maximum sensations on his cock. The other guys who came in wearing denim jeans also got private dances, but I was certain they didn’t feel nearly as much as the guys who wore those basketball shorts.

But my customer, Andre, had his Lakers shorts on, and his hard cock stood at attention. I pushed his fancy buttoned shirt up his body, so my large naked breasts could slide on his bare skin. Eventually, I moved up to where my pussy lips surrounded his cock, carefully guarded by that very thin fabric. I could feel his mushroom head and even some of the large veins on the underside of his rigid cock. Then his hands moved up, and he rested them on my ass.

“Hands,” Mikey called out, and Andre immediately dropped them. So many laws here in Cali. Unlike in Texas, there was a security guard in the room who kept constant surveillance on me and my coworkers, and I was already told by a couple of the other girls that bribing them to let me get away with more was an impossibility.

I continued to rub my body on his as he thrust upwards. His cock actually felt great like this, grinding between the lips of my pussy and caressing my clit. “You like my body, Andre? You wanna fuck me, don’t you, baby. I want you to fuck me; I want your fucking cock deep in my pussy.” I quickly learned I needed to up my game in the ‘dirty talk’ area, as California outlawed most of my other moves. I couldn’t put my hand on his dick, I certainly couldn’t put my mouth on it, and it had better not ever come out of his pants. Again, unlike in Texas, all of the rules here were strictly enforced.

“You know you do, bitch,” he said in a low, deep, gravelly voice. “You know I fuck your shit up with this big nigga cock. Yo pussy be creamin’ when I get inside you. You want me in your cunt, baby, say it.”

Hmmm ... wow. That just turned me right off. There’s dirty talk, and then there’s that kind of talk. But I wasn’t here to teach manners; I was here to get guys off, so I had to play along. “Yeah, Daddy, give me that hard dick.” I couldn’t bring myself to say the ‘N’ word. It just wasn’t something I could ever say. “I want your big black cock inside me,” I moaned. “You’re gonna make me come, baby.”

We were both close now, and just as I was about to finish both of us off, the song ended. “Do you want to continue this, baby?” I cooed.

“Don’t you stop now, bitch! Finish me off!”

He was right on the edge, right where I wanted him. However, I wasn’t going to continue until I had a commitment for another song, which meant more money. “So you’re good for another song?” I said just a little more sternly. I kissed and lightly licked his neck in an attempt to entice him to take this further.

“Yeah, bitch, one more song, get me off with that hot fuckin’ cunt.”

I inwardly cringed. Demanding fucking prick. Guys here just seemed so rude. L.A. was nothing like Texas. Nonetheless, I pressed forward. “I love your cock, Andre, please ... fuck me ... give me cum ... shoot your cum deep inside me,” I said sensually.

I rubbed my pussy on his erection again through those micro-thin shorts. His thick cock was perfectly rubbing my clit, and about a minute later, my body began to climb, and he tensed up. “Yeah, bitch, work that pussy on this black cock. Get me off.”

I ground harder on him, and he let out a low, deep moan, and his body trembled. He screamed out as his orgasm consumed him, and I had to clamp my hand over his mouth to try to silence him as I felt his cock throbbing on my pussy as a mild orgasm washed over me. He arched his back and held it there a few moments, then collapsed back down in a spent heap. Once his cock quit pulsing, I got off of him and stood up. When I looked down, I noticed that some of his semen had made its way through his thin shorts and was now on the lips of my vagina.

“Thank you, Andre, that was nice.”

He grudgingly sat up and fished out his wallet, handing me a hundred-dollar bill. You’ve gotta be kidding me. “That’s nice, but you owe me two more.”

“Bitch, you got enough.”

“Mikey!” I called out and raised my hand. In a flash, Mikey was at my side, and two linebacker-sized bouncers stood right beside him.

“Trouble?”

After Andre reluctantly gave me two more C-notes, Mikey shook him down for another $100 for causing a ruckus before they threw his broke-ass out the door.

“Sorry, Madi.” He pocketed the extra hundred bucks. I surmised that he was going to split it with his crew. “He won’t be bothering you again.”

“Thanks, Mikey. This kinda shit didn’t happen in Texas. Y’all gotta teach these boys some manners!”

He laughed, and I headed back to the dressing room, clutching my outfit and purse. They wanted us to walk around naked here at the DTLA Rhino. I felt pretty safe, though, as most of the crowd knew there was an absolute no-touch rule in the club. Still, I got my ass patted a couple of times as I made my way through the thinning crowd.

“Over here, baby!” A bachelor party requested my services, but I waved them off. It was after three in the morning, and I was exhausted from my first shift.

Once I got to the dressing room, I slumped into my chair, got some Kleenex to wipe that asshole’s semen off my vagina, and looked at my poor, tired face in the mirror. This place sucks.