She was standing on her two feet for the first time ever. She had food, clothing and shelter. Tender was still dancing in Kat’s shadow, though. Point-blank, Kat provided the shelter, was her boss and still the shit. But Tender was making a name and money for herself. As time went by, tricks, pimps and other strippers began to take notice of Kat’s newest protégée … She worked hard, stripping every chance she got. She had visions of accumulating and saving large sums of money. She was ambitious and no longer in awe of the countless naked, half-naked and scantily clad girls who pranced around the club with abandon. Now she was just as comfortable being seen in her birthday suit as they were in theirs. The wall, lap dances and VIP treatments had become commonplace for her. She didn’t even bat an eye at some of the vulgar sex acts she’d seen performed, like girls having sex with customers when they were just supposed to be lap dancing; or the perverted customers who masturbated in full view. In the back of her mind, she understood that one day, she too would be participating in some of these same acts if she wanted to make major money.

Tender squatted down, opened her legs, and gave up a full view of her neatly trimmed pussy. Then she began to thrust her hips and shake her titties. Getting down on all fours, with her back slightly arched, she began slapping her own baby oil-coated ass cheeks.

The customers responded by crowding the stage, touching her ass, while they showered her with dollars. Some even took it a step further, sticking their fingers inside her. Tender tried to be cool but it was hard. She often wondered where their fingers had been before they touched her.

“Give it up fa my girl Tender,” the DJ said, as she gathered up her belongings and her money.

As she made her way back to the dressing room, guys continued to harass and proposition her, making nasty comments about what they wanted to do to her. Tender ignored them all. She smiled and kept it moving. She was more concerned with counting her money and washing up. There was something about stripping that made her feel nasty.

“Go Tender! Go Tender! …” Kat began to chant, after following her into the dressing room. “… Ain’t a bitch in dis club got shit on you. Except fa me.”

“Don’t I know it!” she laughed. “It’s ya world and I’m jus’ a squirrel tryin’ ta get a nut.”

“Whateva!” Kat joked. “Listen, dis nigga out there tryin’ ta holla at you ’bout somethin’?”

“’Bout what?” she asked, as she put her foot on a chair and began to wipe her private parts with baby wipes.