checking.”
A sly smile creased his lips in anticipation was what was to come. This wasn’t an expression of approval; it was one of pure lust.
“Oh, yeah! I just remembered something. Ladies, could I see some ID, please? The law requires that you young ladies be at least eighteen. And I ain’t trying to spend a day in jail for nobody! We’ll have none of that underage shit in here. The Man will run up in here and shut us down quick, fast, and in a hurry.”
The girls reached into their respective purses and handed over the proper credentials. Tommy scrutinized both of their North Carolina state-issued identifications.
“Shantell?” he called out.
“Yeah, that’s me,” she replied.
“And you must be Denise?”
“All day, every day,” Dee-Dee chimed.
On his computer, Tommy scanned a copy of both their identifications, for his personal records, before he gave them back Now the fun part was about to begin.
“Here y’all go,” he began. “If y’all wouldn’t mind, would y’all take off y’all’s clothes?”
The girls rose from their seats and did what was asked of them. Tommy could hardly contain himself as he watched with earnest. He was a sexual freak in every sense of the word. All he could think about was giving the young girls oral sex, right here and right now. He examined the duo so closely; he should have been a gynecologist.
In no time they were butt naked, standing right in front of him. Each woman possessed a killer body. They both had the physical traits that Tommy liked in his women. Dee-Dee had the fat ass that Tommy required of any woman he was sleeping
with. Shantell, on the other hand, was slim in the waist and pretty in the face. The absence of body fat really turned him on. He would have bit his lip at the sight of these two naked, but it would have seemed very unprofessional. Though he saw gorgeous bodies every day of the week, these two were the exception to the rule. The crème de la crème.
Tommy’s first impression of Shantell was that she was exceptionally beautiful and unusually poised. If this was her first time stripping in front of a stranger, he couldn’t tell.
All the sex that Shantell had had over the years had broken her out of her shyness. She didn’t hesitate when given an instruction, nor did she squirm under close examination. Every step of the way, she proved that she had whatever it took to work there, and so did Dee-Dee. They were only young in age, not experience.
“Alright, ladies could both of y’all spin around and shake what your momma gave y’all? Dance!” I usually make girls do this to music, but I ain’t got none. So y’all gonna have to use your imagination.”
The girls danced as if there was music in the room. Their timing seemed to be in sync to the imaginary beat. Tommy watched as their asses jiggled and wiggled. The girls grinded their hips and dropped it like it was hot. After seeing that, the girls finally got Tommy’s seal of approval.
“Goddamn!” he exclaimed. “You two make a nigger wish he was young again. For real! I bullshit you not!”
With that comment, Tommy had cosigned for them. They were officially strippers. He liked what he saw.
“Oh, before I forget, let me ask you young ladies a serious question. Do any of you have a husband, boyfriend, or significant other? Basically what I’m asking is, is there any jealous-ass or pussy-whooped nigger that might have a problem with either one of you dancing in here?”
Tommy’s latest question probably was the most important thing he would ever ask because if either of their answers were yes, then he couldn’t employ them. He didn’t want any parts of domestic drama around his place of business. Violence wasn’t good for any business.
“No!” they both seemed to say in unison.
“Okay, just checking. ’Cause niggers act a fool over some pussy that may not even be theirs. Another thing: there’s no drinking alcohol while on the job.”
As the girls got