💸 * ◟ ❛ FREAK ME❜ ,  
NASIR JONES.

❝ Let me lick you up and down till you say stop. Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot. Let me do all the things you want me to do. 'Cause tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you. ❞

"Can you at least make it look like you're having fun?" AZ's voice boomed over the loud music as multiple bills seemed to flow from his fingers like water. The club Ecstasy was filled with fluid bodies who just needed to escape whether it would be from their daily lives, marriages, or just wanted to celebrate. Neon lights bounced off maroon-tinted bodies, creating a shimmering hue over them as some clothed and most showing everything twirled around the long metal pool, finding themselves drowning in the sea of money as they were working for it.

A celebratory night it was supposed to be however the twenty-three-year-old wasn't in such a jolly mood as he wanted to do nothing else but go home. It was a couple of weeks after the release of his highly anticipated second studio album It Was Written and of course, naturally he wanted to celebrate but not at a strip club despite it being very tempting. He wasn't as interested in being there as AZ who was just throwing money like it was nothing.

Still nursing the very same drink in his hand he shrugged "Can't you see that I am?" The disinterest was clear as day in his eyes, clouding over like a brewing storm. Hell, even the dancers felt his energy avoiding him like the plague and rather find some tipsy fool to play with elsewhere. Maybe going home wasn't such a bad idea but all that changed in an instant once the DJ soon announced the main event.

"And now I'm sure most y'all fellas and some of y'all ladies have been dying to see this one particular dancer all night. Now do me a favor and get ya money ready for when it rains and pours the one the only Storm." The sultry melody of Freak Me by Silk starts playing, and the stage lights slowly dim into a light navy blue shade as a mysterious figure emerges from the beaded curtains. Dressed in a white mesh robe with fur embellishments it vaguely hid the costume she wore as clear nine-inch heels clicked against the reflective floor as she moved gracefully across the stage, her body undulating in time with the music.

Her moves were cat-like and agile, her body moving slowly and sensually along the music. As the music intensified, Storm began to remove her robe, revealing her curves and tantalizing the already bubbling crowd. The sparkly silver bikini did little to nothing to hide the curves she so effortlessly had. Men slipped some heavy bills between her garter belt which she appreciated. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back flipping as she grabbed the pole walking around it a bit before lifting herself, her upper strength providing great use as she twisted in ways the average person couldn't.

Nas couldn't help but watch in awe as the woman expertly twirled the pole with ease and grace. As she moved, the man felt a trance-like state come over him. He was completely mesmerized by her captivating performance, finding it hard to look away. Stopping, Storm slid down the pole slowly her eyes taking in the crowd before stopping in Nas's direction. Rapper, boy toy, easy cash the possibilities were endless. A sly smirk formed across his bronze lips her eyes never leaving his as she continued her performance. Slowly, she began to move closer to him, her movements becoming more and more hypnotic dropping to her knees, crawling to the edge of the stage. Her hips were sensuous with each movement she made. Before he knew it, he was completely under her spell, completely in her control.

Now face to face he let out a low curse his face burning with intensity behind his stoic eyes that preyed on her as she inched to him. She was making him sweat she knew and he knew it too.

Leaning forward their lips were just a couple inches away from each other. Eyes never leaving hers, he manages to slip a large amount of cash between the skin of her hips and thong. Not saying anything she whined her hips, and freely threw back her head, her hair swaying in motion, eyes fluttering shut.

Her hands scored her hands across her body, from her cheeks to her legs, and moved them back up to her breasts. Squeezing them tenderly as her manicured nails dug into the skin of her bralette. Storm was just giving the audience what they wanted and based on how they reacted vocally and figuratively she was doing something right.

"Damn," Nas mumbled, his heart ringing with excitement. He couldn't bring himself to look away from her if he did he might've missed out on something.

"This nigga whipped over a girl he ain't even got a chance to talk to...now that shit is magic." AZ chuckled shaking his head as he threw some more bills.

Drowning out his words Nas's eyes remained trained on that stage.

"I can see that you've been caught underneath the spell of Storm," A male next to him said, speaking escaping the already welting lungs of the older man, his silky suit complimenting the many rings his stubby fingers wore.

Nas could feel the man's eyes on him through his peripheral vision but decided not to act on it "What is she to you...Mr?" He trailed off not knowing the man's name.

"Mr. Biggs and she works for me—and if you can't tell by now Storm's the star of the show and the one thing every man in here wants."

He was starting to see why. Everything she did she sent the crowd into a drunken daze of mouth. When she bit her lip, a chuckle escaped from behind the stage music before opening her eyes. And when she didn't even have to do anything it still had the men clawing to reach their way up on stage. She was truly unreal—a siren almost. "She's beyond perfect," He might've sounded like a kid in the candy store but at this point he was.

Her performance was eventually over with the music coming to an end and Storm giving one more spin before disappearing behind the curtain. Soon after some of the guards came and went to collect all of her earnings since she couldn't exactly fit them all in her hand.

Sitting back Nas appeared to be star struck "When can I see her again.—"

"Slow down pretty boy," Mr. Biggs let out an amusing chuckle, his dark eyes looking into his, "If you want to be with her, you gotta pay first—and it ain't cheap. Not to mention that she doesn't just accept private dances with anyone." Pay? Nas didn't mind doing that, in fact, he'd pay twice as much just to see her again.

"Like I said I want her." Grabbing a few wads of cash from his pockets, he placed it in front of Mr. Biggs "Is that enough?"

Quickly grabbing the money, Mr. Biggs proceeded to count it all "It's more than enough." Shoving the money in his suit pocket he then takes another hit of his cigar "I'll see what I can do, but don't be surprised when she declines."

Leaving the younger man to himself, a small part of Nas realized what he had just done while the other part wasn't filled with any regrets. Taking a sip of his drink he wanted for Mr. Biggs to report back to him and little did he know, he'd have an experience that he would never forget.

𝖎. The first imagine is here! I did this pretty much at like 2 a.m. out of boredom and watching The Players Club, From Dusk Till Dawn, and P-Valley (just so I can give it a natural feel). Comment down your thoughts and lemme know what you think because part two is coming soon!