Part 1 entails the life of an exotic dancer. The beginning struggles to claim his success and the pitfalls within this fast paced lifestyle that creates his journey to a world of exotic romance and chaos. (Street Fiction)
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MERIN L JOHNSON is a dynamic author and writer who has composed a series of Bedroom Eyes novels with exotic tales that arouses the fantasy romances in the world of ordinary people. He has brought mystery, crime, deception, lust, and passion into the minds and hearts of his readers. As one of his characters faces the challenges of fame in exotic dancing, Merin also faces a compelling encore to continue his novels with an overwhelming response from the thirst of his audience as they remain suspended with every breathe of never ending romance."Bedroom Eyes" is about a man who had a dream about being a male exotic dancer, and owning his own escort service while being in prison. Soon after his release, his dream flourished into a reality that formed the most exciting team of midwest exotic dancers.
Electric Move and Red Light Special moves off but continued to stand around, patronizing the rest of the new dancers. They looked the others over, but paid close attention to BlackCat.
“He looks alright, but the real test will be when he gets on stage. “
Electric Move whispered to Red Light Special, who nodes in agreement.
The music starts in the club, but it is heard faintly in the dressing room, the dancers started out to mingle with the ladies. Marion walks over to the DJ booth to request the songs he’ll be dancing to on stage.
“What’s up, man? Are you going to dance tonight?” asked the DJ.
“Yes,” replied Marion.
“What’s your name?”
“Cool, BlackCat. What song do you want to dance too?”
“Trina, Pop That,” he said.
“Oh, good one, man. I got you. I’ll announce your name when it’s your turn. Until then, go out and meet the ladies. These women have lots of money, get all you can.”
“Thanks,” said Marion.
He walks back over to the bar, sliding in between two women, brushing against them lightly
“Excuse me, ladies,” he ask.
“Not a problem, big man. We don’t mind,” said one of the women.
Marion leans towards the bartender and orders a double rum and coke the attractive female bartender gave him his drink and said, “I filled it to the brim to help get the butterflies out.”
He raises his glass to her and turned to the ladies, “Hi ladies, my name is BlackCat.”
“Hi, baby, my name is Crystal and my girl here is Michelle.”
“Hi,” said Michelle.
After taking another swallow of his drink, BlackCat asked them, “Do y’all come here all the time?”
“Yeah, we love watching handsome men like yourself take your clothes off and shake your asses for us. I’m not a stingy woman either, if you know what you’re doing, you can take all my money.”
Crystal laughs and smacked hands with Michelle. As they were talking, the DJ signals Marion.
“Well, ladies, that’s my cue, I’ve got to go. Enjoy yourselves and I’ll see you later.”
He drank a little more of his drink, set the glass on the bar, and headed straight for the stage. Marion stood on it with his back to the audience with his hands held in front of his crotch.
The announcer turned up the volume and got the audience going with the introduction. “Now, ladies, put your hands together and welcome BLACKCATTTTTTTTT!” The music instantly jumped right up to max volume and without wasting a second, BlackCat spun around, snatched off his breakaway suit, and started his moves.
The women watched and screamed out their approval with money in hand, they clapped and whistled at his performance. He was doing good, moving around, shaking his hips and buttocks, pulling individual ladies up on the stage for a moment rubbing his huge bulge against them.
With only his G-string and money bands on, he was moving the audience with his new dance moves. The ladies loved him this time. He worked the crowd with great energy and fire in his eyes. Electric Move and Red Light Special looked on in disbelief as they watched BlackCat dance. They never expected him to perform at anything near this level.
Shalon cheered for him as loudly as any of the other ladies, with a big smile on her face. She knew she was looking at her next big star dancer. The performance lasted for almost ten minutes. There was money all over the stage. As the music ended, ladies were still reaching out for him, stuffing money into his G-string, rubbing his bulge and clapping and whistling for an encore.
He bowed all around, thanking all of the appreciative fans, and collecting the rest of the money that had fallen onto the stage then headed back to the dressing room. As he walks, women were still reaching out touching him. When he finally reached the dressing room, he collapsed onto a couch in exhaustion.
Shalon came in while he was still flopped across the couch catching his breath. She ran over to him and jumps on top of him.
“Baby, you were great! They loved you! I knew you were the one when you walked in the door. Baby, you can work here anytime!”
Choking from her hugging tightly around his neck, Marion broke free from her grasp.
“Shalon! Hey, let me catch my breath.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just so excited by what I saw you do. Please, will you dance here at my club?”
BlackCat leaned up to her with an arrogant smirk on his face and sweat dripping down his body,
“Yeah, I’d be glad too.”
Overwhelmed with joy at his announcement, Shalon wraps her arms around him again even tighter than before, knocking him back onto the couch, and kissed him repeatedly. He just gave up on resisting and let her have her way.