This is not an urban novel.
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This book has not yet been edited...but here you go. By the way, I'm Gay writing this but it'll be hard to tell with these sex scenes lol.

Welcome to the She Era

Dont stop, pop that dont stop! What you twerking with!I turn off the radio and my best friend Damon screeches at me in his feminine tone. "Girl, that was my song! Why did you turn it off?" He whines. I smile at him, tossing my hair across my shoulder and propping my Louboutin high heels up on the dashboard as we sped through the streets of Atlanta. "I think that's an ignorant song. How do you pop your pussy?" I ask, putting my sunglasses over my face. "

Girl you should know, you have one!" Damon says to me, rolling his eyes. "So, I've never heard that phrase before." I say with a sigh. Damon goes to reach back towards the radio and I slap his hand. "Oh come on! Lil Wayne's part is coming up!" He exclaims, I reach towards the radio and silently turn it up to still hear Rick Ross's hefty voice. "Nope, Rick Ross is still having a heart attack through the chorus." I say, with a chuckle. "You know you want Rick Ross's chocolately rolls." He says, snapping his fingers.

"I'd get lost in Rick Ross's rolls. He'd eat me alive." I say back, causing Damon to laugh. "Okay that's true. Ready to head to work?" He says, raising an eyebrow at me. I grown and lay acrss his arm, "Can you work for me?" I ask, whining. "You expect me to put on a skimpy little thong and swing my ass around that tiny little pole?" He says, and I giggle. "Yes. Your stage name can be Mandingo." I say with a smile. "Isnt that a porn star?" He asks and I shrug, "Proabably, but yeah hurry and get me to work. I dont want Cassie stealing my eyeliner like she did last time." I say, sitting up. "Doesnt she have pink eye?" He asks and I gape, "Oh fuck you're right! I dont want her infected eye crust on my eyeliner. Hurry and drive!" I yell, slapping his arm. "Girl, unless you want to get this fat ass truck to drive any faster, I reckon you sit your tiny ass down and keep your mouth shut." He says.

See, Damon is gay. His father is black and from Barbados, where his mother is white and from England. Leaving Damon to be the sexiest gay guy alive. And leaving me to be utterly jealous to any guy who get's to feel his dick up their ass. I always joke around and say that.

I'm a stripper, but I have some morals, I dont fuck around.

I've only had sex with 3 guys in my lifetime and for being only 20, that's actually pretty good! I work at a strip club called Pyramids. Previosuly named Fantasy but after the change in decor, to an Egyptian theme, we changed the name. Damon pulled into the back of the club, allowing me to hop up, and pick up my Michael Kors bag in one hand. "Are you going to come in to say hi to the ladies?" I ask Damon, and he stands to his feet and walks ahead of me. "You already know. I know my bitches miss me." He says and I follow behind him. "Aries! You go on in 30!" My boss Harry tells me as soon as I walk in. I turn towards him, I know. I know." I mumbled sarcastically in his face. He smirked and motioned me to come closer. "What?" I mumble. "You're up." He says raising his eye brow at me. My eyes widen and I smile, "Up as in? My rank?"I ask excitedly and he nods. "Rank 2?" I say, practically jumping up and down. And he nods again and I jump on him.

Rank 2 was one of the most high paying part of the club. It's where we were up front towards the rich customers and we got more private dances which meant more money. Most celebrities came to Rank 2 and of course Rank 1. "Thank you, thank you. So much." I said, retreating from the grasp.

"You earned it Aries." He says with a smile. "Now hurry up and get ready, you're up front next to Rochelle." He adds and I happily stride to the back.

Harry was like a brother to me, a twisted brother. He let me start working at the club at age 16 but I was just a mere bartender. He caught me dancing and practicing on the poles and when I turned 17, he finally let me in.

I walked to the back with the rest of the girls where I say Damon applying makeup on some of my other coworkers.

Yes, we called each other coworkers. I sat down in front of my mirror, pinning my hair up to create soft curls.

Damon looked over at me and stood up. "Cassie, did you use any eyeliner? Cause I heard you have a festering virus crawling on your eye and I don't want it attaching to any of the makeup." He says, looking over at the petite Latino.

Cassie smirked at him and batted her fake eyelashes. "If you're asking if I still have pink eye then no. I wouldn't be working if I did." She says matter of factly. I laugh between the two and look back at my mirror and begin applying heavy black eyeliner. "Which heels are you wearing Aries?"

My friend Danielle asks me. "The black ones. The clear ones gave me blisters last time." I reply cringing my face. Damon scoffed and flipped his imaginary hair, "Please don't let that child wear those clear heels again. Because I will not be using tweezers to pop those infested blisters." He says.

Damon was too dramatic for his own good. "Damon!" I shout. "What? You know it was bad." He says shrugging. The room lets out soft chuckles and we continue getting ready for tonight.

I hated wearing bustiers as tops when I performed. I felt like my breasts were suffocating the entire time. But I looked the best in it so I forced myself to wear it.

I wore a thong- which I was just now getting used to after years of wearing it. I added a garter belt to boost my sex appeal and red lipstick just for a tease.

Rochelle stood to my left and Farrah to my right.

My long brown hair was curly and draped below my breasts.

I was ready .

The lights on the stage lit up and I pranced down the stairs as illy eyes cascaded across the thirsty crowd.

Men and woman filled the audience, all holding out their money, ready to shower us in their cheap currency.

But then I remembered. I'm in rank 2.

This was big money.

I rolled my eyes at the song choice.

Body Party by Ciara and I moved sexually around the pole, licking my lips as I heard a positive response from the crowd.

I lifted my body up and entwined myself around the pole, pushing my assets out as I saw the money begin to fly towards me.

I dropped myself lower to reach the floor and I crawled over slowly to the end of the stage, spreading my legs into a split as the crowd went wild.

Benjamin's flying around me.

I had gained their approval.

And I was loving every second of it.

Towards the end of the song, I faced my back to the crowd and bent over, moving my panties from side to side lower, just to give them a little tease. I turned around to see the ground painted in money.

Some chanting my name, which was also my stage name.

"Got damn Aries!" I heard to my left.

"Aries why don't you come down here and show me a good time?" I heard to my right.

They were dogs no doubt, but I just smirked.

Unless they were paying for a private show.

That was all they were seeing.

My act was over.

I walked backstage, feeling the anxiousness of the performance lift off of me.

Damon was standing there, grinning from ear to ear. "You little sex goddess you!" He says, jumping up and down and I roll my eyes. "You did great." He adds. "As far as stripping goes." I tease.

"Aries, Harry wants to see you." Cassie says as she walks up the stairs for her performance. Giving Damon, one last nervous glance and walked towards Harry's office.

Rochelle was there to and she turned to smile at me. "What's up?" I ask.

Harry stands up and turns to two men.

Both very attractive. And very enticing.

"Aries, Rochelle. This is Raphael Underwood and his agent Alexander Harris." Harry says introducing us.

"Raphael the-the model?" Rochelle says blushing. "Model?" I echo.

"European model." Harry says giving me an eye that said 'Pretend that you know who this is'

"Oh. Oh! God, how could I forget. It's an honor to meet you." I say flashing a seductive smile.

Harry raises an eyebrow and smiles, "They're here for a good time on their visit. So I picked you two to give them a little private show. Rochelle you're with Mr. Harris and Aries- Mr. Underwood himself. Hop to it." Harry says motioning us to the corridor rooms.

I bite the inside of my cheek and look up at the man.

European model huh? His burgundy copper hair highlighting his hazel with a tint of blue eyes.

He stood up 5'11 which made me seem like a complete midget since I was only 5'2 but with heels a good 5'5. Breaking out of my trance, I put my hands across my hips and sauntered closer to him, "Coming pretty boy?" I whisper, batting my eyelashes at him.

The corners of his lips turn into what I think is a smile. His eyes narrow on me and I grab the hem of his shirt and lead him towards the room.

I close it behind me, and see he's already seated himself in the single seat in the middle of the room.

Music played from outside- some twerking music.

Oh boy.

The European model named Raphael sat back, stroking his chin.

His Calvin Klein suit fitted him perfectly.

The music began and I strutted towards him, moving my hands up and down my sides as I moved my legs on either side of him.

I drew my head back and started to straddle him, but then something happened.

Something that never happens in a private dance.

He spoke.

"Aries is a beautiful name." He whisper curtly.

I look down at him, still trying to maintain my sexy exterior. I kept my lips pressed together and turned my back to him, twisting my hips back and forth. "I see you don't speak." He said in a deep exotic voice.

God. He was actually....arousing me.

That never happens with these customers.

I turn around and sink to my feet between his legs.

"Look, I'm just here to dance for you. Not talk." I say silently. As I get back on top of him. He chuckles amusingly and continues to watch me dance erotically around him. He breaks my trance again with more talking, "I saw your face when they said my name. You dont know who I am do you?" He whispers as I lay my head back on his shoulder and arch my back off of him. "I dont need to know who you are." I say, groaning irritated. "Then why are you so nervous?" He whispers in my ear. Which causes me to freeze. "Excuse me?" I reort back, turning my neck to look at him. "You're trembling under my touch." He whispers. I roll my eyes and lean down so my ass is in his face and I slowly stand back up. "You're way too old for me Mr. Underwood." I completely stop dancing and turn around and look at him. "I'm only 25. And call me Raphael." He insists and I roll my eyes on him again. "I dont appreciate your attitude. I'm beginning to believe you want more than just to put on a little show for me." He says craftly. I move to his side and crawl across his lap, arching my back to show off my back dimples and see him inhale sharply. "You dont know how old I am." I whisper, looking up at him. "How old are you then?" Clever man. I smirk and straddle him, lifting his head back, to get access to his neck. "However old you want me to be baby." I whisper, and grind my hips slowly against his throbbing erection. I was a stripper not a prostitue for God's sake. Then he did something else no one does. He just broke one of the key rules in a private dance: You do not touch the stripper. But his large hands groped over my ass, spreading them and bringing me back down on him. I bit my lip and urged down to him eagerly.

Aries what the hell are you doing? I yelled inside my head. "I feel how wet you are." He grunts, locking an exotic gaze. This was so sexy!

Holy shit. I moan. I let out a soft moan which is just enough satisfaction to him. I feel his hand slide down my stomach and between my legs, rubbing me slowly. This was so wrong. "Oh God." I gasp, and throw my head back. His lips press against a senstive spot on my neck and I tremble. "Want it faster Aries?" Raphael whispers against the base of my neck. Never has a man said my name so damn sexy before. Ever. "Oh yes. Please." I beg, in a deep moan. "What's my name?" He asks, moving his fingers faster. "Raphael." I gasp, breathlessly. "What's my name?" He asks again, louder, his wrist going even faster, sending spasms through my body. "Raphael." I groan, my voice higher. "Then scream it. Scream my name." He demands, and as he goes for one more stroke the song ends. And I immedatiely remember where I am and who I am. "Dance is over." I tell him, looking into his eyes. I sit up and he removes his hand, slipping his fingers into his mouth, rolling his tongue all over it, looking at me.

Oh Lord. "You taste so sweet Aries." He whispers. I swallow nervously and gather my strength to stand up. He reaches in his pocket and hands me 5 one hundred dollar bills. "$500? The dance was only $200." I say, handing him back the money. He holds his hand up and shakes his head. He still seemed very aroused. "After that- you earned it." He says. I blink at him a few times and slip the money into my bra and walk out the room. My body was flushed with heat and arousal and I walked to Harry's office as fast as I could.

I ran into Rochelle on the way there and she looked pissed. "What's wrong?" I ask her. "Alexander is sucha pig!" She says, angrily. "So is every other guy we dance for." I remind, not seeing what the problem was. "No. You know what he said? 'I heard you're looking for a stud. I have an STD and all I need is you." She says, folding her arms. I pause for a moment and finally catch on to the choke and burst into laughter. "It's not funny!" She protests and I cover my mouth to shield the laughter. Harry walks up to us with a clearly satisfied Alexander and an indifferent Raphael Underwood. "Thank you for the time." Alexander said nodding to Rochelle, causing her to scoff. He goes to turn on his heel and turns back to Raphael. "Oh Mrs. Underwood is down in the cab waiting for you. I'll tell her you're on your way." He says and I gape at Raphael. I finally glance down to his hand. How could I not see the wedding ring? Seriously. Raphael walks towards me and brings me in a quick embrace. Which shocks everyone in sight. He was just breaking all the rules today! "Your wife?" I mumble into his ear. "I forgot to mention that. But you wouldnt allow me to talk." He says, groping his hands down my waist. "That's disgusting." I say, wrinkling my nose. "You and I both know you wanted that as much as I did. And it wont stop you from giving me an even longer private dance tomorrow night." He says back flatly and retreats from the hug. He gives me one last smirk, nods to Harry and is on his way.

I was floored. I was fooled and seduced by Raphael Underwood the European Model, with eyes to die for.

Oh and a wife.

There was one thing he didnt know though. He may be married but I'm a stripper. And a semi slut. And everyone knows.

A slut always get what she wants.

And I wanted him.

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SNEAK PEAK CHAPTER...

STILL COMING IN AUGUST 2013

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