GO HARDER

December 22, 2024

~Lilian~

My ego had been brutally bruised.

Before coming to West coast for the Christmas holidays, I was sure nothing could embarrass me.

I was used to being tagged as out of style and not fun. 

Short, but not robust in a chubby kind of way. I only had big br***ts which had now gotten a lot fuller ever since I started touching myself.

My b*tt was large and round, it attracted the boys. I hated it.

I hated it, but not anymore. I need it now.

Sometimes, when I think about it, I want to bite my left arm off for all those times I binge watched videos on YouTube and researched late into the night, trying every b*tt reducing exercise I came across, including concoctions.

Back then, I didn't mind the girls in class bitching me about whatever.

I use to not have an ego, but it grew over the holidays. 

I had made up my mind to bring hot daddy to kneel before me, but it seemed more difficult than I had thought it'd be.

Last night, on the kitchen table, I thought I had him until he suddenly stopped eating my p***y, and I could feel his stare hot against my face.

"What?" I had muttered, my voice shaky, it was barely audible.

I had felt his finger cross against my trembling lips, a sign to keep shut.

I had obeyed like the needy wh*re I was.

Next, he had dragged my body up, guiding my head down until my face crashed against his c**k, his balls bubbling against my lips.

I knew he wanted me to take him, but I had never, so I hesitated.

F**k!!

I hesitated.

He had pushed my body off him, and that was it.

I had removed the blindfold to find the kitchen as empty as when I had walked in.

I felt like a real loser for the first time in my life after that.

I wasn't able to bring myself to sleep for the rest of the night. 

I knew I had to do something, and I had to do it.

I wasn't going to stay at Sonia's house forever.

It was a few days until Christmas, and I wasn't sure I could stay for the new year.

Sonia had mentioned something about travelling overseas to spend time with her grandparents, and aside that, my parents would throw a fit if I exceed the period I had promised to stay for.

Now, Sonia was putting on a long robe over her red dress whose length was just some inches below the swell of her b*tt.

I watched her hurriedly tie her robe while scrolling frantically across the screen of her phone at the same time.

"Let me go with you?" I found my voice.

"Of course not, Sonia. We can't go together," she snapped, pouting in what seemed like disgust as she buckled the straps of her heel.

"Why can't I?" I protested, leaning up from the bed, curious as to why she wouldn't allow me.

"It's not your type of party," was all I got in a tone that seemed rather uninterested.

I jumped down from the bed, and started rummaging my bag for something I could wear.

Sonia's attention was on the mirror in front of her as she applied a generous amount of make up to her face.

I found something. A long body con dress that use to belong to Sonia. 

We lived in the same apartment at school, and Sonia's things were mostly inside my bag, because she would drop them anywhere and everywhere inside the house.

Determined, I slipped into the dress, then proceeded to stand in front of the mirror.

"Oh my f**k, Lily!" Sonia jumped, her lips hanging in shock.

I trembled.

She wasn't going to force me to stay back at the house, would she?

"Does it look any good?" I asked, hopeful.

"That's my f*****g dress! How does it look so good on you?" she cheered happily, covering her mouth with her palms.

Sonia was easy to please.

She can be bi***y, but I always find my way around.

"Let's go together," I shot back.

"I'm not coming home tonight, and you won't convince me otherwise."

It was a night club.

The music was straight up deafening, and the atmosphere was dense.

There were male strippers, masked lap dancers, s*x toys vendors that even went as far as demonstrating how to use the objects to anyone interested to watch.

I stood at a spot for over thirty minutes looking around me, weighing the energy, and thinking about what my next move should be.

When I turned, Sonia was gone, but my eyes suddenly fell on a male stripper performing on a pole.

His muscular body was shiny with sweat, his hair a mass of curly strands, most of it falling across his face.

He didn't have a mask on like the others that performed behind him as he slid across the pole gracefully like he was born to do so.

His face was bold. His beards were full, and his brows were heavy against his eyelids.

My stomach tightened. 

I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing down at his groins.

It was everywhere under the small shorts that hugged his thighs tight.

I watched the crowd that had gathered in front of him, mostly ladies, gawk at him with hungry eyes.

I don't know what it was, but more people continued to gather in front of him, and then there was a big crowd in no time.

Someone grabbed my arm, I froze.

"You're contaminating the energy. Get your ass to the show," Sonia screamed on top of her voice into my ears, before hauling me down to join the crowd.

The male stripper smiled briefly to the crowd after he made a powerful move around the pole with his hand curled around the tip and his legs curved at the base.

They went wild again, screaming on top of their voices.

"What is this about?" I nudged Sonia.

"Every night he pole dances, he chooses one lady to serve at bed. They say it's a wonderful experience. Everyone's hoping they'd be chosen for the night, including me," her voice trembled, I could tell she was anxious.

I watched the stripper slowly let go of the pole, hands akimbo, face straight, eyes searching the crowd like he had lost something.

Then.

"You! My bed is prepared."

An uproar broke out from the crowd, everyone jeering loudly and looking in my direction.

Sonia had her hands to her mouth, eyes wide.