first, that masculine sensuality that gets them horny, wet, and ready to fuck.”
“In other words, Men of Fantasy gives them the ‘full monty’.” The other women laughed at their friend and gave each other 'high fives'.
Just like that, it hit Darrell as to exactly what they were referring to. “Hold up. You mean get up on stage and dance nude? Naked?”
“That’s what it means.” Roni’s eyes were amused for a moment then she became strictly business. “It also means a lot of money.”
But Darrell was shaking his head before she finished the sentence. “Nah, I don’t think so. Hey, I know you probably need bouncers or something, I don’t have a problem with doing that, or security….”
“Our bouncers – as well as security - don’t make a fourth of what our exotic dancers have the potential to make in just one night from tips alone…” She named a figure that made Darrell’s eyes widen in disbelief. Damn!
“Seriously. You try’na tell me I could make that much loot just from gettin’ up on a stage, seducing a bunch of horny women, and gettin' naked? Shit, that ain't much of a stretch for me if you know what I mean. When do I start?”
“Not so fast….” Roni held up a finger. “I told you this was an interview. There are a few things I have to be sure of before you‘re hired.”
Darrell’s brows bunched together. “Okay….”
“You have to know how to move. You can’t be stiff and boring.”
“And you can’t have no little ass dick!” Roni’s cohorts screamed out the last requirement.
Darrell laughed. “Sweetheart, believe me, I got enough to feed the needy and then some.”
Roni’s eyes dropped down to the front of his pants before she brought her eyes back to his. She then went over to a state of the art stereo system and pushed a button. Once music flowed into the room from the surround sound speakers, she sat back down on the couch and crossed her legs. “Okay. Go on.”
Darrell frowned. “‘Go on’ what?”
“Audition. We need to see what you're working with before I officially offer you the job."
For the second time since he’d walked into the room, Darrell found himself uncharacteristically at a loss for words. “I don't understand.”
Roni’s face was devoid of any expression, but he could tell from the look in her eyes that she was enjoying the fact that he was taken aback. “I said, we need to see if your package fits our…requirements. However, if you’re self-conscious about your…endowments, I fully understand. If that’s the case, it was nice meeting you.”
Darrell’s eyes went to her friends and saw four expectant pairs of eyes staring at him, eagerly waiting to see what he was going to do.
Four pairs of eyes glowed with anticipation….but there were five women. The fifth, Roni, was looking at him with cool disinterest as if to say he was wasting her time. Okay. Darrell held her eyes as he kicked his shoes and socks off. Listening to the music, he smiled to himself when he heard R. Kelly’s raunchy lyrics crooning from the speakers.
Perfect. Darrell’s eyes left Roni’s and focused on the first woman. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, then the second as he walked over and stood in front of her. When he reached for her hands and brought them up to replace his, the smile slowly left her face and her mouth dropped open. She seemed mesmerized, not only by the subtle swaying of Darrell’s hips, but by the intense way he was staring at her. She scooted to the edge of her chair and finished unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers. When she got to the last one, she tore her eyes away from his and let them fall to the hard chest the opening of the shirt exposed. Her hands eagerly ran over the front of his pecs, gasping when they flexed underneath her palms then let her
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