Money Honey

Im not even going to say what gang it was, but somewhere in the east bay area I got called to a stripping gig for a gang members bday party. He was like 50ish, or probably younger but partied too hard and looked pretty rough. I arrived early to what looked like an abandoned warehouse but once inside, it was a two story party house. On the bottom floor, concrete flooring with two long tables lined with many mismatching chairs and a wooden circular bar with ripped up leather barstools surrounding it. Upstairs many dirty and ripped lazyboy chairs and stained old couches, and a bathroom. Again, there were wives and girlfriends at this particular event, who all looked as though and though as the men. They didn't seem to be phased by my stripper "Bo-Peep" looking self walking in tailed by my thunderous rolling backpack full of lingerie. It was a 3 hour gig, and I was planning some outfit changes. Shortly after myself, Lana and Perry arrive and all the gangsters start laughing and cheering. Perry sends us upstairs to get changed in the bathroom as if privacy is a big deal for strippers. The typical metal music gets so loud we can't hear each other talk. She leans over and shoots directly into my ear, "Follow my lead, these bastards like it dirty." She winks at me, wearing her favorite white gogo boots and a red bra and panty set. I wear an elaborate white lace bra, panties, garter belt, and the mist beautiful white lace thigh highs I wish I still had. And of course, a matching hair bow on top of my head, like a little angel. We strut down the open railed stairwell, slowly and sexily as the drunk cried below cheers. Im right behind her, and suddenly she turns towards me and sticks her face against my crotch as she grabs my hips, pretending to go down on me. The men literally howl like wolves and the ladies laugh. I roll my eyes back in feigned pleasure. She stands up and continues to lead down the stairs. The men gather in a circle grinning and elbowing each other. A chair sits in the center of the circle and Lana motions me to sit in it. She rubs her ginormous cleavage in my face and then hops in my lap facing me and starts making out with me. The guys are throwing cash at us and shouting hopeful requests; "Take your bra off!", "Finger bang that bitch!", "Fuck her Maaaan! Yeah Brother!", and so on. She helps me up and ther birthday boy is first to get in the chair. She leaves a lipstick kiss on one side of his scarred, leathery, hairy face, and I kiss the other. Gross he stinks of cigarettes.. We start dancing on and around him as the crowd throws cash. Lana has the craziest tricks and swings around this guy sitting on a chair like hes a pole, and when she gets down on her knees and puts her head in his crotch and flips her hair back and forth as if she's going down on him. I just rub by boobs on the back of his head. Then one of the ladies yells out, "This is bullshit, get fuckin naked!", at which Perry hops in and yells, "that'll be extra!" Everyone cheers and Lana whips off her bra, and I do the same. I bend over and pull my panties half way down my butt and pretend to struggle like they're too tight to pull over the rest of my butt. Someone runs up behind me and yanks them down, everyone laughs and high fives each other. We do several nude lap dances and then someone shouts out, "Let's do a money table!" It's hard to remember exactly what went down because they're was a lot of whiskey involved.. but! What I do remember is one guy would lie down on the table and Lana and I would dance above him and ther crowd would yell out things to do to him and throw money at us to convince us to do those things. I recall "steamrolling" the guy while laughing hysterically, which is I rolled my body from his head to his feet as if rolling down a hill. It's amazing the special physical abilities that spring from me when im drunk, or at least that's how drunk me remembers it happening.. Lana sat down exactly on his face and spread her generous buttcheeks over his face and then bounced until he he banged the table for mercy, near suffocation. We also got paid to make out and suck each other's nipples, like, most popular request. Then Lana had a another trick.. someone rolled up a $100 bill thin like a joint and stuck it in the mouth of one of the guys who was lying on the table. Then Lana squatted over his face and picked it up with her pussy. Then they waved me to do this as well. And well, a few shots in, and $100 on the table.. I was like, yeah, I can do that. I can DJ anything! Unfortunately, it didn't go well. I struggled tremendously, teetering back and forth, falling on his face a few times, getting painfully jabbed by the rolled up $100 bill. It was like trying to shove a tampon in without an applicator, and it just wasn't going to fit.. Eventually, I decided this would be easier to pick up with my butt cheeks, which worked immediately. The next thing I remember was giving highly inappropriate nude lap dances upstairs, cradling around on the chairs and couches meowing like a cat, purring and laughing at myself and rubbing up against legs. Many, many pictures were being taken and I loved the attention. Then shone of the guys were getting much too "handsy" trying to check my oil with their dirty fingers, you know what I mean. Suddenly I was sitting at their bar, and one of the wives came in pulling a cart literally full of maybe 50 bags from Carl's Jr.. They were so proud to be able to offer me burgers and tacos, which was a difficult choice because I knew I needed to eat before diving home, but I also didn't consider this to be digestible food.. I ate nothing and realized Lsns was nowhere to be found. I got loud asking where she was, staring to worry for her safety. A few guys pat me on the back laughing, "You wanna join your friend?" I was officially concerned, "YES! WHERE IS SHE!?" I demanded. They walked me over to a door marked "office" and flung it open. Inside Lana was bent over looking seriously bored while the birthday boy was doing her from behind, his giant belly dancing with every thrust. "FUCK OFF!" He screamed, and the door slammed in my face. Woah. I was suddenly sober and said, "I have to get home". "Awe come on little girl, stay a while, make some real money.." I was mostly curious as to how none of the women seemed to care here, and I said I need to tak to Perry. "Perry had to make a quick errand honey buns, just chill and have a drink". I ran upstairs to get my rolling backpack and clothes send car keys, and it was all gone. "HEY! WHO TOOK MY LINGERIE!?" I yelled out, serious. No one cared. I was totally naked with nothing to wear and my car was a block away in the freezing rain. I left my phone in my car so I couldn't call Perry. I walked back to the bar, irritated. One guy started rubbing my shoulders and the bartender poured me another shot. A wife sat down next to me and offered me her sweater, and one of the guys grabbed it from me before I could put it on and said, "Fuck that, you're getting paid to be naked til you leave". Just then Lana finally came out of the "office" makeup a mess and wiping her mouth. Her lipstick was everywhere. She plopped down at the bar beside me and said, "Ready?" She looked exhausted. "Yeah" I said and she called Perry, handed him $100 and he had my clothes. "I put your things in my car, keys go count the cash". I made $400 that night and Lana made just over $1000. Perry kept $300 for himself. Lana looks at me and shrugs, "I gotta make money honey. If you wanna learn the ropes, I'll teach you".