Page 127 of The Ninth

Once we broke apart, I just did my own thing. The dick grabber was now standing, throwing buckets of money from his pockets.

I closed my eyes and started acting a fool on that pole. Swinging around the top with one hand. My favorite which is my feet on the ceiling while shaking my ass. Twirling down and tossing my pussy at him every time I got in front of him.

The pill had me gone. The liquor made it no better. Several times I had to open my eyes to even see if I was actually still on the pole. A few times I got scared, thinking my hand slipped off even though I was still gripping it tightly.

I slid down in front of the pole with my back against it. As my feet touched the ground, I allowed myself to sink into a deep squat. I was showing more pussy through these see through panties than I have my entire career at The Ninth.

All I can say is.....yesss!

I bit my lip hard as fuck, grinding my pussy all the way into the air and back. My eyes closed as I ran my hand down my body and over the top of my pussy. My finger grazed up and down the slit of my lips. The fake wet spot on my panties was now real.

Just as I was feeling bold enough to pull them to the side for the first time ever.....

Yessss---POP!

My eyes flew open as I closed my legs. Looking up at the ceiling, the first thing I noticed was absolutely no money falling down on me. It was as if each of my senses were coming back one by one.

The song that I thought was still playing...was only playing in my head. There was no music playing throughout the club. Matter fact, loud voices were telling everybody to get the fuck out. Snow who I thought was on stage with me....was gone. The lights in the section were the same, but the lights in the club were all on, which never happens. I looked over and seen a can lying next to me. Confused, my eyes slowly drug to the steps.

Tati was standing there with a jacket on over her set. The wideness of her eyes...the urgency on her face...I instantly popped up, standing on my feet. My hand grasped the pole as I started wobbling a bit. It took me a few seconds to balance myself while looking at her.

“FASTER! GET THE FUCK OUT!” A nigga yelled from below. It didn’t sound like Timbo or any of our security. Panic started filling my chest.

Finally, Tati pointed towards the left. Well, my left. My eyebrows clenched. I didn’t know what the fuck she was trying to say. Why she wouldn’t just say it? Why wouldn’t she come into the section? She stomped her left foot, frustrated. She pointed more exaggeratedly to the left.

“LOOK!” her lips mouthed.

I turned my head towards the couch and....

My heart dropped to my stomach. My chest fell into my back. Against my control, my lips parted, falling further apart by the second. My hands immediately flew to my chest, covering myself. As if it wasn’t too late. As if he didn’t see.

The section was still dark. I couldn’t see a face, a piece of hair, anything....but I know that frame. The club was loud with niggas arguing, yelling, and guns cocking....but I could almost hear him breathing. I could smell him from here. No part of me doubted that even though I couldn’t see his eyes, we were staring right into each other’s. The cool air immediately warmed from the anger radiating off his body, melting away the chills that coated mine.

“Cassie,” Tati said loudly. “Cassie, just come on. Come on!”

All I did was turn towards the steps. The figure sat forward from its laxed position. No words. No threats. It just sat up. That immediately made me step back to where I was. I blocked Tati out completely. There ain’t shit she can do.

I watched his big shoulders and arms work to shove his hands into his pockets. Leaning forward, one by one he sat ten stacks on the table. Four from his main pockets and six from the lower ones. It was more money than any nigga has ever laid in front of me in The Ninth. In front of anyone for that matter.

My eyes watched him lay back slowly. The light briefly catching his rusty brown beard and hazel eyes. I couldn’t see what his hand was doing when it raised to his face...I just knew he was stroking his beard. Something he did when he was either sad or angry. I don’t think he’s crying.

He spoke the first word I’ve heard from him in days,

“Dance.”

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“Dance? Did he say dance, bitch?!” Tati whispered. Neither of us paid her any mind.

She crept up the steps, changing the lighting to a dark blue light. This made whoever was on stage become a shadow for whoever was sitting down. But it also made whoever was sitting down be exposed.

“I gotchu, bitch!” she whispered, running away.

Kenzo sat with his back nestled in the corner of the sectional. His legs were spread open, one of his knees moving from side to side. His left hand stroked his beard, roughly. His right hand was tucked tightly under his arm. I could see every single vein in that mothafucka. His eyes watched my hand shake as I lifted it, tucking my hair behind my right ear.

His eyes were piercing through me. And I mean, piercing. The white shirt he wore was stretched beyond its limits, showing all his hard work off from over the years. Beautiful, long, rusty brown locs sat in a messy bun on the stop of his head. Cargo shorts on. I didn’t need to see his feet to know he had 1’s on.

My eyes went to the table and then the floor. Niggas shirts and chains just laid sprawled out. A random shoe was by the steps. He’s been up here. He seen me showing out. Probably since the dance with Snow started. I was just...so lost in my head. This nigga finna kill me, G.