Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This was a specialized story written for my good friend Hawk back in 2019. The premise and ideas were entirely his, and I thank him for letting me post it for everyone to read.
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Miami, Florida
Dark clouds covered whatever could've been moonlight on a special night that featured the sky illuminated from the full lunar. Forecast showed light rain on a winter night, but it was nothing to worry about in South Florida. Even through a cool winter night, it wasn't bad enough to force wearing pants. Hawk had found himself in town on a lucky ride, ready to cash in his chips for some fun at a local strip club in downtown by the name of 'The Ass Factory'. The club's origins were of no concern to him, just as he didn't pay much attention to the aesthetic of red brick walls outside. Graffiti had been painted over the walls long ago with gang signs and artist renditions of cartoon-like women dressed in lingerie and scantily clad outfits. Each painting was of a woman with a curvy build with most of the art demonstrating a back side with a full blown, thick ass, usually tucked between a thong that wasn't visible.
One could've guessed that each piece of graffiti was based on a Kardashian woman, but large asses had become something in style for women spanning back at least a decade in time now. Moving his right hand to brush his long blonde hair beyond his ear, Hawk stood tall outside the club as he was walking towards the bouncers guarding a closed entrance. He had his ID ready to flash, but more than anything his appointment had already been booked in advance by a special woman who owed him an ass-tastic performance. One could consider it a birthday wish, another may have described it to be the million dollar lap dance and strip tease performance that awaited him. Whatever you wanted to name it, the event was his to enjoy and embrace on this special day. Stepping over to the bounces, he stood tall wearing a black T-shirt with the logo for Ghost BC over the front and denim jeans without his shirt tucked in.
"I'm VIP. Iggy called for Hawk."
Speaking in an almost Scandinavian accent, he gave both men a nod. The bouncers were black, standing tall in dark suits that appeared to be double breasted jackets over white undershirts. Hawk didn't pay their clothes any attention before slipping past them. A narrow hallway led into the strip club. The walls were painted black with flashes of blue and pink neon lights from inside the club. With each step he took, the sound of music was heard louder. It was something of vintage style hip hop beats and instrumentals with a sound reminiscent of the nineties. Three poles were lined up over round shaped platforms of a stage with only a mirror reflective wall. Three women, all with curvy builds worked the poles. A black woman was in the middle wearing only a gold G-string, bouncing her thick ass with each step before walking around the pole. Hawk didn't pay much attention to the other ladies as his eyes glanced around the room for the entrance into the V.I.P. section.
It took some time to locate it within his eye sight, but he couldn't be distracted by what appeared over the triple-header stage. Light blinked the hues of pink, blue and green colors painting over any light surface in the club. Men had flocked to the stage, making it rain dollar bills for the performance of all three ladies. The V.I.P. entrance was over on the right side with another suit wearing bouncer guarding the door. Upon stepping his way over, Hawk flashed a smile to the man who did nothing but smile at him. He knew that he was V.I.P. and had arrived for a special surprise. The door swung open and Hawk stepped inside as the music wasn't as blaring to his ears anymore. Inside the halls of the V.I.P. area were white walls, a stark contrast in comparison to how the inner club appeared with it's dark asthetic and boding atmosphere.
"Hey! Are you Mr. Hawk?"
Catching him by surprise, he turned around and glanced to see a tall black man standing behind him. He wore a pair of glasses over his eyes, but had a bald head and short black beard that made him stick out from the other club personnel that Hawk had encountered so far tonight.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Right this way, Miss. Iggy has been waiting on you. When you get to the door, go in. It's already unlocked for you."
Hawk couldn't help but smirk hearing the man refer to her as 'Miss. Iggy'. He stepped in the direction, brushing past him as the man soon grinned and flashed his teeth.
"It's gonna be a hell of a night for you, my man."
"Oh, is that so?"
He didn't reply. The man just turned his back and began to walk off, leaving Hawk there to find himself down the hallway to an open door frame. Stepping through, his eyes wandered around what appeared to be private rooms. The small hallway had two doors to each side, all in a black color around a gold frame. One of them had the name 'Iggy' painted in gold Old English style letters. Grinning to himself, he went for the knob and opened the door only to be greeted with a dark room. Upon stepping in, Hawk closed the door and soon realized that the space for this room was larger than he had expected. Beneath him down below was a dark red carpet over the floor that appeared to be of white tiles in a slanted pattern. Hawk took a few steps until his foot touched the carpet.
"Come on in honey, make ya self right at home."
There was no way for him to mishear that voice calling in a thick Aussie accent, almost slurring her words slightly from the distance. Hawk glanced around the room but Iggy's figure was nowhere to be seen, not even a shadow at this point. In front of him was a large stage with a stripper pole and a set of 1x1 pile mirrors covering the wall. Hanging above from the ceiling was a set of white lights, giving him the impression that this was more than just a private dance room. All in all, the room appeared more fancy than the club outside the V.I.P. halls, but maybe that was because the most expensive price had to be paid for a woman such as Iggy Azalea. His eyes gazed around once more before Hawk called out to her.
"Iggy is that you?"
"Yeah!"
Taking a few steps forward, her voice was loud and echoed from each corner of the vast room. There was a large black leather couch off to the left side of the room and a matching dark leather chair standing in front of the mini-stage.
"Sit ya ass down for me, honey so I can begin this show. You can take your shoes off too, if that makes you a lil' more comfy."
Once more, her voice loudly echoed through out the room. From the corners of each wall, there appeared to be large surround sound audio speakers but Hawk didn't pay them much attention. For her to tell him to take his shoes off was a map of things to come, for this wasn't simply going to be a night of a private show. Following her instructions, he leaned down and loosened the strings of his shoes before stepping out of them. Hawk left them at the left side corner of the large black leather chair before he sat his buttocks down and felt the cold surface of the arm rests under his skin.
"Alright Iggy, where ever you are, I think I'm ready for this. Wait, take that back. I KNOW I'm ready for this, babe."
Despite her being no where to be seen within the room, she must have heard him call out to her. The lights immediately dimmed, as if the room didn't have enough of a strong and boding atmosphere of darkness. After a few seconds, a curtain that was previously not visible to his eyes from the left side of the stage was drawn back and then the sound of stomping was heard. Iggy Azalea made her appearance just as the lights above shifted to create a row of small lights. She was wearing platform high heels that boomed loudly with each step she made. Hawk leaned up in his chair, temporarily blinded as the lights had forced rays of ricochet into his eye sight. He squinted his eyes, getting a view of her towering figure standing on front of the strip pole on stage. Her long blonde hair was wrapped up in a pony tail that dangled from the top of her head.
There she was in all of her supreme glory. Standing tall in her platform black high heels, fishnet stockings covering her strong roman columns of legs. Hawk gazed up at what appeared to be a large black thong as her outfit down below. A white bra covered her breasts as her pale white skin was mostly exposed and flashing her flat stomach. The look on her face was of one demonstrating a smug level of satisfaction thus far. Iggy had curled her left hand fingers into a fish and shoved it up one of her hips as her ruby red lips remained in that grin. It was an expression of complete confidence, not only in her abilities to put on a private lap dance performance but how she was going to satisfy this man's sensual fantasies tonight. Raising her left hand up, she gripped the pole and then began to turn around. Her backside was the main strength of her luscious body and she knew he wanted to see that big ole, phat white booty.
As soon as she turned her back to him, Iggy wasted no time bending over and spreading her legs out. What little bit of fabric there was from the back side of her thong was easily sucked up from the immense power of her mighty ass. The black end of her fishnet stockings went up to her thighs, just beneath her titanic sized ass. Both hands gripped the pole as she began to slowly sway her hips back and forth. Each cheek of her ass wobbled slightly as the lights began to fade into a new hue of a bright red color. The new visual appearance had a fading color over her skin and then music began to play from the stereo surround sound speakers from each corner of the private dance room. It was the sound of low bass beats followed by a quicker paced trap beat. The instrumental began to play as Iggy moved her feet and then twirled around the pole.
"Dance for me, Iggy!"
Hawk called out to her as Iggy twirled around the pole. She came to a halt from the back, whipping her pony tail and then bending over to shove the metal stripper pole right down the crack of her ass. It fit precisely, pushing her phat cheeks out and then she began to rub up and down. Hawk leaned up from his chair, clapping his hands together as this was the show he had been waiting for. Iggy didn't waste any time showing her supreme ass and doing tricks with it. From the speakers, her voice came in a pre-recorded rap that began to play.
"Left cheek, right cheek."
Right on cue with the lyrics, Iggy smacked both of her hands over her ass. First the left, then tapping the right.
"Damn good hygiene; kill shit, crime scene.
Can't fit in my jeans, ass too big.
I know he's hard, growin' that dick...
So I'm gonna move up, down like a pogo stick!"
After the verse was complete, she continued to move her ass up and down the stripper pole. Iggy was grinding into it while the instrumental hip hop music continued to play. When she finally pulled her ass away from the pole and gripped it again, Iggy looked at him with nothing but fire and desire in her eyes. The lights hanging above shifted colors once again, now fading a more pinkish looking hue as the instrumental beats began to shift into something more in line with 'Retro Wave' synth sounds. The bright synths were heard as Iggy ran both of her hands up to grab her pony tail and undo the small string holding it together. Her hair fell, parted down the middle and then she called out to him.
"You want me to fucking moon you?"
