GINA IS ON THE STAGE

Ivy's POV

"It is time to give my thoughts a rest and focus on the task at hand." I said to myself, as I mumble under my breath.

"It's time to become Gina", "It's time to become GIna", "It's time to become GINa", "and it's time to become GINA"! Repeating the name of my alter-ego, hypes me up, and I can do anything on that stage.

"Rude Boy" by Rihanna begins to blare out of the 7 ft. tall Super Sub-woofer Speaker.

Suddenly.... I feel GINA take control; as I seductively take the stage.

I was greeted excitedly by a packed house of men; no women are allowed in this strip club. This environment allows men to be as nasty as they want, let loose and not be in fear of running into a female family member, friend or colleague.

Some of the men are sloppy drunk, some are high as hell, some are both; yet some are your upper-class professionals and some are first-timers ready to see a show. I didn't mind that though, it was normal to see a mixture of men in a strip club.

I began with a quick, 10 second nasty, seductive routine in the center of the stage. This routine is designed to shock and capture my audience. My make-up, hair, shimmering skin and the flickering gold in my black lace two piece, draws their attention by design. My foot work sends flashes of light into their eyes, like small sparks. All the while, I am working my way to the pole in the center of the runway.

Slowly, I grab onto the pole, gliding my hands up and down, as though it were a man's shaft; while grinding my hips onto it.

As I go forward into my routine, it looks like I'm damn near having sex on stage. Once my audience is captivated, I do the splits and start twerking my way back up; while drawing my legs back in towards the center. Making my ass pop, one cheek at a time.

BACK DOWN on the floor I go, crawling across the money covered stage. I stop, and in one move, my bra is unclasped and completely removed.

As I reach the very end of the stage, I flip over onto my back, raising my hips up and down in a steady rhythm, while running my hand down my stomach and straight into my panties. With one swift tug it is gone. All eyes were on me, and my bare essentials; as if this is the end.

Just as the song is about to end, my signature showstopper move is initiated.

Completely naked, with only my boots still on.... I do a quick windmill, legs wide open for all the world to see, into a squatting position. I scan the room with my eyes, giving a devilish smile. I bounce a couple of times, then stand straight up.

Seductively walking back to the pole, I begin to climb it. Just when I reach 1/4th of the way from the top, I turn my hands upside down and my entire body is now vertical; headfirst. I slowly, open my legs into a scissor position. I adjust my body so that I am now in a horizontal "V" position and begin to violently twerk down the pole. Nearing the bottom of the pole, I turn right-side up, spin around the pole and land on my feet. A solid 10 dismount.

The men go "WILD", yelling, screaming and calling my name. Money is flying all through the air. I collect my costume off the floor, bend over and wave to the crowd between my legs. I leave the stage.

Back stage the girls were giving me my props. Most were congratulating me on my performance, something that they had never seen before. I knew if they were pleased, my audience was to.

I quickly changed my clothes and returned to the bar where Mandy Lynn should be.

After having collected all my earnings from the stage, Mandy Lynn came over, led me to her office and presented me with three large buckets of money.

I quickly, gathered the bills out of each bucket; facing, sorting and counting them. There was so much money, I had to roll and secure it with a rubber bands; dropping each one into my bag. I was completely amazed at what I saw.

"You did amazing tonight! I see you used some of the moves that I taught you." Excitement was filled in Mandy Lynn's voice.

"Thanks Ma, I picked up a few ninja moves on my own. I just might come down to Miami more often; especially if the money is like this! I'm seeing a bunch of hundreds, fifties, and twenty-dollar bills here!!!!!"

In amazement, I asked, "Where are the fives and ones?

Mandy Lynn began to laugh, "Honey around here, this is normal. Fives and ones, I wish they would. These bastards have the money. Most of the men that come here are walking banks."

"Damnnnn, they got it like that here? If only there were more people like this back home. I'd be rich right now." There are, but I can't afford to be seen in those clubs.

"But hey listen, I have a regular who comes in every Friday night, when he is in town. He's very well connected here and on the West Coast. You've probably heard of him."

Mandy Lynn knows that she just piqued my interest. Looking up at her, I sit back in my seat and ask, "What's his name?"

"Len Samuels, I invited him to see my best friend and not miss your set. Well, he showed up and he was instantly and became extremely fascinated with you. I don't think he blinked one time during your set. Personally, I have never seen him react this way to anyone before. Anyway, he would like a private dance."

Why does this name ring a bell? I said to myself, wrapped in my own thoughts.

Sometimes I hate the fact that I don't remember names or faces. In both my professional and personal life, I meet a lot of people. I only remember those that I believe are significant. And even then, I have to say their names three times before walking away, otherwise I will forget.

I kept thinking that l've heard this name before, but I can't remember. Maybe I am thinking too much. But I can't shake this gnawing feeling, that I know this person.

Finally interrupting my own thoughts; I asked Mandy, "How much is he offering?"

"Two stacks, for a fifteen-minute private dance"

I almost fainted, "WHAT?" "WHO DOES THAT?" "You have got to be bullshitting me."

She held her hands up in mock surrender.

"Hey, this man is good for it. Plus, he's also my dealer. Trust me when I say, his ass can pay for it and then some."

"Ummmm okay. I'll do it. Would you watch my money for me? Put it in your safe or something. Tell him, give me 10 minutes and I'll be ready."

"Alright no problem. But, hurry up though, he doesn't like to be kept waiting; time is money and money is time"

"Yeah sure, I get that he doesn't like to be kept waiting; but remember he's on my time. I'm not on his."

Mandy Lynn nodded her head.

After putting my bag into her safe, I headed off to one of the private rooms. The bouncer led me to Mr. Samuels.

As I walked into the room, I stopped mid-stride, when I saw Mr. Samuels smile at me. I grimaced and tilted my head to the side in disbelief. This man was.... no this ni**a was JACKED; no HI-JACKED! Sort of. I quickly turned my head back around and gave a slight smile. Hoping, that he did not notice my reaction. I did not want to offend him.

He was a walking contradiction. A deep Mocha/Olive skin tone, smooth skin, not a blemish anywhere in sight. Hazel Green eyes; and these were no contacts. He wore gold wire-rimmed glasses, that really complemented his eyes.

His biceps were bulging through his faded blue jean jacket. His thick chiseled chest, made the tight black t-shirt, look as though, it had been spray painted onto his body.