Twerk It Out

By Lori Jenessa Nelson

Exotic dance clubs are not the sorts of places where you meet people you even wish to spend a second night with. But the club is not the only place Pepper will dance like a stripper in this short, erotic tale of passion born in a place where, for many women, passion for many things, especially men, has died. But for her, one night of youthful recklessness may mean more than another one-night stand though she may try to resist, passion refuses to take no for its answer. Will Pepper fall to the charms of this handsome stranger? Or will she deny him her affections as she has denied others who have taken so much more interest in her body than in her mind?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365346972

Lori Jenessa Nelson

Lori Jenessa Nelson is a writer, dancer, musician, and artist who strives to give form to the complexities of the human spirit and its wants, desires, thoughts, sufferings, victories, and failures in the form of verse. She began writing prose and poetry at the age of 10 along with very active journaling. She participated in the Wordsmith writing competition when she was in middle school, and won a writing contest with one of her short stories when she hit high school, where she also played viola in the orchestra, danced and sang in the show choir, and furthered her piano skills by taking private lessons of gospel. In college, she realized that she had grown out of prose writing and only wrote prose under "great duress" until she discovered the hybrid of prose poetry which unleashed a whole new range of creativity. Writing in both formal verse and free verse, she further explored the form of prose poetry that inspired her manuscript, Dear Lover, which covers some of her personal anecdotes in letter formats in an effort to make her writing more relatable to persons of all ages and backgrounds. She has previously had her poem "This is what we should've feared" published by Belleville Park Pages, an international literature magazine, in the summer of 2014.Read her writing. http://www.lorijenessanelson.com

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Twerk It Out

Twerk It Out

Lori Jenessa Nelson

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Twerk It Out

By: Lori Jenessa Nelson

Published by: Lori Jenessa Nelson

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Copyright © 2016 by Lori Jenessa Nelson

First Edition, 2016

Published in the United States of America

It Begins

I’ve determined that men who go to strip clubs are just men…who go to strip clubs, and they aren’t any different from the men you meet at coffee shops or office parties. Indeed, they are usually the same men. No one ever said that a man can’t love coffee and also love having ass and tits shaken in his face. I daresay that there are even men who like to have coffee with their ass and tit-shaking. It must be a masterful stroke of genius to kill those two birds with a single undulation.

The first one onstage is the first one to make money. That being said, I am an exotic dancer, because exotic dancer sounds much classier than stripper, and doesn’t come with the same negative connotation even though, basically, they’re the same thing. I work at Club 13, a hot strip club with two floors, two stages, and ten poles set in the heart of New York’s own Brooklyn borough. Though there are many flavors of man in New York, once you’ve worked in the industry for a while, one man becomes the same as the next. Men are plentiful and ripe for the picking, if you choose to have one, but I liked to support myself. I didn’t really know what I wanted from life yet, but in the meantime, I planned to party on the pole, shop, and continue to avoid any adult responsibilities more serious than paying rent and car insurance.

It was backlit and smoky in the club as usual when I exited the dressing room in a black, satin leotard, cut low in the front, with a thong back. The chains wrapping