ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Pour it Up by Rihanna

୨⎯ BabyDoll ⎯୧

After some convincing, Rue was able to persuade you into going to a strip club with her. The thought of seeing women expose their bodies for the pleasure of the man's eyes, wasn't something you wanted to see tonight. You actually just wanted to be in bed, watching the latest Ozark season.

But Rue, she was annoying the soul out of you. She came to your house, begging you to distract yourself with something better. And her greatest diversion was " BlackJacks." A strip club with perfect yelp reviews. You laughed when she mention it, but knowing your friend wasn't leaving without you, you ended up giving in. You didn't wanna go, but Rue was literally on her knees begging you. She even put your friendship with her on a thin line.

In your way to the club, you were in the passenger seat while Rue drove. She was happy that you were accompanying her. And her happiness was always followed with lighting a blunt. She took a long hit, letting that smoke fill her lungs, before handing it to you.

You weren't a smoker, but whenever you hung out with Rue, you were exposed to do it. Not because she forced you, but simply because hanging out with Rue would stress the living shit out of you. For example, now. You were heading to a strip club.

But, you still loved her.

Rue knew this club very well. She was a VIP patron, and had connections inside. She usually came here with Fezco, but every since he started to date a girl named Lexi, he put those night-outs aside. So Rue eventually had to go by herself. Until tonight. She had the greatest idea of taking you there, even though you disliked it.

When the two of you arrived, there was a huge line to go in. And mostly, they were all middle aged men.

Luckily, Rue knew the bouncer. Your friend shook his hand, and let the two of you in with no problem. The inside of the club was dimmed, blue fresnel lanterns lighting the scenario. There was two poles on stage, and they were occupied with a pair of young women dancing against it.

There was round tables encircling the stage, men occupying the seats while they gazed at the two women up there. You expected to see horny  or depressed dudes up front throwing dollar bills at them, but that wasn't the case in this club. Security was in each corner of the stage, surveilling the safety of the girls.

Rue then took you to the VIP section. The lighting there was dimmed to a red intensity. A round table with a bottle of champagne in the middle of it, surrounded with a velvety couch with gold armrests. When you sat down, you were surprised at how nice the view to the stage was.

The benefits of being a VIP.

" Trust me, it will get better," Rue winked at you, placing another tobacco roll between her lips, flicking a lighter to turn it on.

" What do you mean? Isn't this the performance?," You pointed down to the stage, and she shook her head.

Rue took a hit, and exhaled out before replying, " Nope. Tonight's special guest is BabyDoll."

" BabyDoll? Who's that?," You asked, and Rue laughed.

" Oh, Y/n. She's a very sexy woman. Hence the line outside the club," Rue smiled. " She works the dance pole like no other."

" Oh, I see. So she's popular because she's hot and can entertain the men? Sounds like a man's dream come true," You divulged. " She's like a Mia Khalifa then?"

Rue squinted her eyes at you, and bursted out laughing. " Y/n, how the fuck are you comparing an erotic dancer with a porn star?," she questioned with a giggle. " Those are two different industries, Y/n. And, babydoll is a hundred times better looking than Mia, trust me," she finished, taking a hit from her tobacco roll. " Y/n, you need to loosen yourself up a little bit. You're too judgmental tonight. Here-," Rue extended her hand, wanting you to take a puff from her cigar.

After awhile of  performances, and men drooling at the girls who would come down the stage to give them a lap dance; the wait for the most awaited dancer arrived. The stage lights centered to a curtain opening in stage, revealing  " BabyDoll. "

" Yeah! That's my girl!," Rue shouted, while the men applauded from their seats. Their eyes widening with such beauty they were witnessing. The security men immediately straightened themselves with alertness, in case someone got too excited with the arrival of the girl.

A familiar song started to play. Pour it up by Rihanna, the slowed version.

The girl was sat down in a chair,  moving  her hands effortlessly across her chest and her head tilting in sync with the song. She was wearing a sparkly diamond crop top that matched her skirt. Her hair was slicked into a bun, making her features more visible to the audience, with her brown lipgloss matching the makeup. Babydoll looked like she came ready to satisfy the audience. Something that made her stand out from the earlier performances.

From the VIP section you watched her closely. Her tan skin glowing, as she sensually shifted against the chair, eyes wandering down to the viewers.

Your eyes  began to feel watery, and you blinked. Realizing you were dazed, you understood why she was the most awaited dancer of the night. If her job was to seduce the audience with her moves, she was succeeding at it. After awhile of grinding the chair, and the men groaning wishing it was them on that chair, the girl drop down to the floor on all four.

She began to crawl herself to the center of the stage, where the pole was at. As she did so, she stared closely at a few men, biting her bottom lip. When she reached the pole, she stood up and held it with one hand. She walked around it a few times,  her heels clicking the floor with confidence, before she hopped on and began to spin against it. She was feeling the music, letting her body do the work.

After a bit, she slid down from the pole and walked down the stage.  With a security guy following behind her, the guys began to get excited when she would straddled them and grind her bottom against them. You could just imagine how hard those men were down there.

She did the same with a few more, until she began to walk to the vip section.

You swallowed hard, getting tense once she was standing in front of you. You immediately looked at Rue, but she was just grinning at you with her blunt on her hand.

" Okay....," You breathed out, dropping your hands to the side, once the dancer straddled your hips and began to glide her bottom against you. You were extremely nervous, and didn't know what to do. This was so unexpected. Babydoll on the other hand, gave you a seductive smile, and wrapped  her arms around your neck. She continued working her hips against you for a while, until she noticed how shaky you were.

" Don't be nervous, I don't bite...," she whispered against your ear, before giving you a kiss on the neck and leaving back to the stage.

She didn't kiss any of the guys down there, except for you.

You stood frozen, your chest heaving up and down.

" Damn, Y/n. Your fucking cheeks are burning," Rue laughed, looking all relaxed, while you were almost having a panic attack.

" Rue, what was that?!"

She laughed. " Relax, Y/n. She sometimes give kisses like that to VIP's. And you my friend, you got lucky tonight."

With your anxiety creeping up, you immediately stood up from the sofa, " I need to breathe, Rue. I'm going outside...," You rushed your words,  stepping down from the vip section. Your mind was running around, that you forgot where the entrance even was.  But you needed to catch a breath as soon as possible. So the first door you encounter with, was the one you bursted open.

Even though the door you pushed open wasn't the entrance, and instead, it was the area where the dumpsters were, you still were grateful to breathe-in outside air.

With your back against the wall of the local, you closed your eyes and began to relax as you breathed in and out. It might seem like a stupid thing to be jittery about, but having that dancer so close to you, triggered you. It wasn't in bad way, but you weren't expecting something like that happen to you. If Rue could have told you that vips had special treatments, you probably could've reacted differently to the situation. But this was all unexpected, and Rue was to blame.

As your eyes remained closed, you later heard the door open and a black-haired girl passed by you, lighting a cigarette. Even though you didn't see her face, you knew who she was by the way she was dressed. It was the girl from stage.

Thinking you were someone that worked there, when she turned to look at you, she smiled and spoke, " Oh, hi again," she giggled, taking a hit from her cigarette. " What are you doing out here?"

I'm outside because of you. -you thought.

You cleared your throat and lied, " Oh, I was just answering a call. I couldn't hear inside there, you know..," You nervously explained.

She nodded, blowing some smoke out of her mouth. She stared at you for a bit, analyzing you until she said," I've never seen you around here. Are you Rue's friend?"

You nodded. " Yeah, I'm her friend. But you're right, I've never been to this place. It's my first time being to a strip club," You disclosed.

" No wonder why you were so nervous!," she giggled, and you scratched your neck feeling embarrassed.

" I- I um, I did get nervous," You admitted. " But it was because you did great! You really did a great job with the performing and everything...," You immediately explained, letting her know about the superb gig she did.

" Well, thank you," she smiled softly, taking another hit before she threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped it. " I'm always excited to see girls enjoy my performances. We don't see them often in places like this," she explained. " And when we see them, it's always to shadow their husband and watch them behave," she added with a giggle, and you did the same.

You regretted being so judgmental earlier. She seemed like a sweet girl.

She then crossed her arm, and you noticed her start to get cold. " Um, you want my jacket?," You offered her, and she shook her head.

" Oh don't worry about it, " she smiled, but you still took it off and hover it around her shoulders.

" You don't wanna be sick for your next performance," You told her, and she giggled.

" Well, thank you for being so caring."

You nodded, and the two of you remained quite for a bit. The music from inside was heard muffled from outside, but then it was heard crispy-clear when the door swung open, with a man calling the dancer.

" Hey Maddy, one of the patrons would like to meet you," The guy spoke from the doorframe, and she nodded making her way in, but stopping in front of you for a few seconds.

" Thank you," She thanked you, handing you the jacket.

" Oh yeah, no problem," You nodded.

" I really hope you come here more often," she admitted. " Because trust me, you got me very nervous too," she smiled, before she went in and left.