Cheeky Alice

3 years ago…

Alice licked her lips. Plum lip gloss — so sexy, so damn killer.

Looked at her perky B cup breast in the mirror. Squeezing them. A cheeky smile.

Then a black tank top and jean short shorts. Casual — like real smooth…

Freckles on her pale shoulders.

Walked the night to work.

The Black Star. A stripclub run by the Moorfield crime family. Her family.

“You’re late…” Jackson said.

Jackson. The manager. Built like a linebacker. Black skin — real dark. Wore a lot of sports wear. A Stormers NFL jersey, gold chain, and leather coat.

“I’m not late! You guys are early. When I arrive, the party begins! Ayeee!” Alice said, she put up a high-five.

Jackson rolled his eyes.

High-five still up, “Ayeee!” she repeated.

That face… Jackson reluctantly high-fived her.

Alice was cheeky. And damn trouble at times.

But everyone loved her, they really did…

And now she was gonna dance. And that was something else…