If there was one thing she knew, she was out for blood. Sweat trickled down the side of her neck and curved to pool with the previous beads at her throat. Laying panting on the ground, she had never been this nervous in her entire life. Waiting for her turn, winning this competition was hers the moment she looked at her fellow competitors. She had received the email from one of her followers on Instagram. The subject line read "BBW Stripper Contest" and she rolled her eyes at it while opening it. Little did she know she was going to be in the area for a business trip and would be the night it ended; it would be nothing to just stay an extra night.
Here she was. Laying across to rows of hotel banquet chairs pushed together. She was a bigger woman, but solid and smooth in all the right places. She took pride in working out her middle section so she would still look neat. Her milk chocolate complexion shimmered around her hazel eyes while her honey brown natural hair pulled the attention from her large breast. She waited for her turn taking pulls from her blunt.
Overheating from nerves she need to calm down. Her set was in several acts, smelling the ganja in the ganja in the air, she made her makeshift bed and lit up. She looked around waiting to see what it was, getting a few looks but none that raised a red flag. Laying back, she heard a small cough.
"Can I get a few pulls? Boo?" A soft, sultry voice said above, but close to her.
Opening her eyes, they met a pair of big bright blue eyes. Her air hitched a bit when she sucked in causing her to go on a coughing spree. Shit, now I'm gonna be too high! She thought to herself. Passing the blunt to the nicely tanned redhead standing next to her.
The girl sat down next to her while she continued coughing, "Thanks!" She squealed.
Oh, grief, what have I gotten myself into, her thoughts questioned.
"You okay?"
"I'm good." She responded.
"I'm Joyous." She passed the blunt back, but was told to keep smoking.
Regaining her composure, she spoke, "Da-- Mega."
"Da' Mega? What's that?" Joyous laughed, "Trying to be like that pornstar?"
"No. Mega. Just Mega." Mega gave the girl a "now-get-the-fuck-out-of-here" smile and the girl threw her hands up and stood in her very high heels and stumbled away. Her ass was nice to look at, but Mega could not stand an overly happy girl at this very moment. The day was rough and she was two inches from just going back to her hotel room, ordering room service and let sleep sink in as she took pulls from her blunt.
"Mega?" The club dj licked his lips, looking her up and down.
Instantly feeling exposed, Mega tugged onto her corset and answered, "Yes."
"You're up, baby girl." He smiled too hard exposing a mouth full of white pearly sexy teeth. He was good looking, probably could get a pussy or two wet, but he had that light-skinned was hot attitude and that turned Mega down greatly.
Slipping her shinny leather heels on, she followed him down a corridor. A group of girls were sitting near the entrance to the stage and the redhead spoke up, "Break a leg, Mega." However, this time she spoke with some hood in her voice. She was no longer the ditzy white girl Mega wanted out of her space.
"Why, thank you, Joyous." Mega said in her best "I'll-kick-your-ass" voice. She was high and thinking, Fuck it, in her head, either we gonna box now or later, but I ain't letting this trick chump me. Especially not before I go on stage.
She stood there for a minute and took her jeans off. She was wearing short black ruffled boy shorts, fishnet knee highs and a red and black corset. She pinned her small burlesque hat onto her head, pinned a tail of feathers to it and kicked it up. Mega pulled out a fiery red lipgloss from between her breast and put it on in the mirror behind the girl's head. Smacking her lips together, she winked at Joyous and handed the dj her belongings.
Frank Ocean's "Pink Matter" played over the speakers and she started her routine. By the end of number, she was missing only her shoes and her knee highs. Joyous couldn't, for the life of her, understand how she had got so many bills being that she was still fully dressed.
The dj announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, that's it! The last dancer! But who would want to follow that anyway?" He made the record scratch, "Fellas? She shut shit down, didn't she."
The crowd roared and Mega cut her eyes at Joyous, and blew her a kiss as a young man handed her a bucket of bills. "That was hot, Ma." He smiled before walked away.
"After a few of our regular girls, the judges will announce the winner." He stepped out and spoke to Mega, "Hey, love, I got a few offers for private dances. You wit it?"
"Yeah, they ballers?" Joyous stepped in front of Mega.
"Not you, hoe!" The dj pointed pass Joyous and said, "Mega!" Joyous sucked her teeth and her clique followed her. "Don't worry about her, she is a regular in this and always wins. You wit it or not?" He smiled.
"Nah, I'm good." She sat and lit her blunt. She wanted to, but did not want to cross any boundaries she laid out for herself. She prided herself in having some kind of class and though she doubted anything more than dancing would happen, she did not want to take the chance of being seen going into any of those back rooms.
