Daddy’s Ebony Stripper

By Kayden Jones

This is a standalone insta-lust interracial romance novella with heavy emphasis on ultra-steamy erotica.

Even a stripper can dream of a strong white man who can save her from herself...

I mean, a job is a job and I need the money to pay for my college tuition. Besides, some of my clients are quite good looking...
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I knew it was too good to be true! His strong white arms, enveloping my fragile brown body; his dominating presence, taming my feral African soul; his rough and passionate love... all of it is gone and now I need to escape, to run away, to move on.
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I stand in front of a group of investors who beg me to manage their club. Me, a simple black girl from the hood who worked as a stripper to survive in this faceless city... I should feel proud, but he is sitting right in front of me and I don’t know if am worthy of his forgiveness!

No cheating and HEA is guaranteed! For adult eyes only. All characters are over eighteen, no characters are related by blood and everyone gets a happy ending!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayden Jones
• Release date: Feb 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005257552

Kayden Jones

Kayden had a lot of adventures during her teenage years and a lot of fun with dominant older men. Now she writes about these adventures in her books unless she is busy getting seduced by another older alpha!You are guaranteed to find a lot of dominant older men and submissive young women on the pages of her books, so grab a copy and enjoy![e-mail]

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Daddy's Ebony Stripper

Copyright 2020 Kayden Jones

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All characters are consenting adults over eighteen, no characters are related by blood.

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Table of Contents

The Club

The Gym

The Bedroom

The Birthday

The Escape

The Deja Vu

The Office

The Epilogue

The Club

I step on the stage with the first beat of my theme song. African drums mixed with the futuristic sound of house music fill the room. I am the only dark-skinned performer in this club and I capitalize on my exotic appearance to the maximum. My lace underwear looks overwhelmingly white under the light of the neon lamps, accentuating the aesthetic contrast with my brown skin.

I look like a goddess.

I feel like a goddess.

And I am going to get paid like a goddess.

I walk to the front of the stage with practiced confidence. My tailor-made platform shoes are covered with glistening crystals, making it look like I am walking on stardust.

Other girls just grab a pair of shoes from the large community box in the changing room. Most of the patrons have no idea how filthy and unhygienic most of these clean and glamorous looking strippers are, and I think it's hilarious. I always wear my own shoes and my own clothes, and a good relationship with the shift manager means that I can use the shower room in the VIP area at my leisure, though this friendship usually costs me about fifty bucks per night.

I reach the duo of dance poles and my hand wraps around the rotating one. I need to take a good look at my front row audience and the best way to do it is by showing off my gorgeous body while spinning around on the pole. I time my movements with the music and as soon as the drop hits, I pull my body up, spread my legs, and begin spinning around while slowly sliding down.

As their eyes devour my flexed booty and the pole shoved between my breasts, I examine my potential clients one by one. I see them only for a fraction of a second as I spin around, but it is enough for me to estimate their possible contribution to my college fund.

SPIN

Middle-aged, slightly overweight, plain beige shirt and jeans. Probably a married blue-collar worker who likes to go on adventures a couple of times a month. Most likely a lap dance and tips in one-dollar bills, two hundred in total tops.

SPIN

College-aged, big muscles draped by a tight T-shirt, fancy haircut, cheap watch. Just a frat boy who wants to fuck a stripper for his bucket list, probably will try to get my number. Zero earning potential.

SPIN

A middle-aged couple, expensive clothing. These are usually hit or miss, but since they look like it's their first time at the strip club, I think I’ll pass. Getting a black eye from some jealous housewife who didn’t turn out to be as open-minded as she thought she was can put me out of business for several days and this is the last thing I need right now.

SPIN

Oh great, another one of those… a jerker. This one looked like a white-collar worker wearing some decent office casual clothes, but he could look like anyone else. The jerker tribe is very diverse, from old sleazy perverts to slick executives, but by now I learned to recognize them instantly no matter the disguise. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there is something in the way they just stare at you with this weird glint in their eyes, the way they sit with their legs wide open and then there is usually a very particular placement of their hands, always ready to unzip their pants in the most inappropriate moment.

Usually, the security keeps them away but it looks like this one is new. I have watched a lot of interviews with very successful people and one thing most of them have in common is the habit of doing the hardest task of the day first, and so I decide to start with the jerker.

Well, at least there are five of them in total and five is my lucky number, so maybe I’ll get lucky tonight.

But first, I’ve got to finish my routine. I slide down till the bottom part of the pole and as my black ass lands on the neon-lit floor of the stage I end up with the audience to my right side. With a trained movement of my shoulders, I snap open the hook of the bra (I actually use two self-adhesive velcro strips to hold it in place instead of an actual hook and eye, a neat