Afternoon Entertainment

“Get up,” said my brother after a few seconds. The music started, and I recognized “Gasolina” blasting over the stereo. The boys stood waiting for something… they looked at me, then at my brother. He shouted, “do a striptease for us, like a real pro! Get naked by the end of the song.”

Damnit. Before I had a second to get pissed off, my arms were in the air. I brought them down, feeling my body and shaking my hips. The worst part is I could feel myself biting my lip, closing my eyes, looking really into it even though I despised every single second. Soon I was topless, and thew my shirt to Odis, who smugly showed off his new trophy to his buddies.

The entire time, the idiots were yelling at me, “mamacita!” And “muy caliente!” And other stupid stereotypical shit. I HATED that more than anything. It always bothered me that being Latin American came with that stupid behavior from men. Eventually, one of them, I didn’t even know who, yelled “shake that Brazilian booty!” Ugh. A command… I turned and bent over slightly, showing them pretty much everything, and swayed my ass side to side as I took off the “skirt.”

“TWERK!!”

I guess it was only a matter of time. I’d never done that before, but my body knew what to do. It took a lot of energy, but I was throwing my bare ass around for these guys. I started to break a sweat, which gave them an idea… my brother emerged from the kitchen with our spray can of cooking oil and sprayed me all over with it.

“Don’t stop!” Yelled Zach.

“Yes sir,” I automatically replied.

When the song ended, they cheered and clapped, high-fiving each other while I was oiled up, still twerking for my younger brother and his friends, wearing only a fucking dog collar and belly button piercing.

“Okay you can like, stop,” said Allen with a smile, never taking his eyes off my ass. “Yes master.” I was exhausted.