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."
