The Naked Millionaire

By Yanique H.

The Naked Millionaire sex tales volume #1 is a collection of erotic memoirs by legend/Business Mogul Tokyo Drift. A beautiful plus-size mixed-race woman who went from rags to riches by being a certified hustling freak bitch. She's telling a few of her dirty little secrets about her naughty encounters with many men of power & how she turned her finesse $ into a million-dollar entertainment company - from professional athletes, famous rap superstars, drug dealers, and business owners.

These stories will keep you on the edge of your seat and craving more tea immediately.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emphaloz Publishing House
• Release date: Apr 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201413811

Book preview

MULLAH BABY

So, I was living in Florida at this time. I don’t want to say the exact year but about 7 years ago. I had just gotten my LIPO touch up. I was recovering at my Miami Penthouse. I was still shaking this ass for cash but surgery forced me out of the game. Eight weeks of not dancing as a top tier stripper feels like eight years. The fast money is addictive as fuck! I told my booking manager at the time to get booked at some clubs, hosting and bartending. I still couldn’t dance because I was in recovery. My manager got me a booking at this little spot called The Office. It’s a tiny spot, but the ballers be in there heavy. I used to see several rappers in there having a fucking blast, but the Zoe’s had it on lock. I got booked for the 4th of July weekend as a bartender. I remember wearing a custom catsuit to cover up my surgery scars. I wasn’t trying to return back in the club walking like Robocop, like some of these other bitches, I was definitely still swollen somewhat. When I pulled up, I seen a bunch of girls I’ve worked with in the past. I was very popular in the strip club scene. I loved the Trap and the Trap loved me.

I was behind the bar taking little Pull Up To My Bar selfie videos, when some guy walked up to me and says Okay, I see you baby. I stopped recording and replied You caught me with a smile. He was tall as fuck like at least 6’7, wearing a nice black Prada tracksuit, with a beautiful smile. I could tell he takes good care of himself and get to a bag. The nigga also had on 8, 24k chains like he was Mr. T in the 80’s. I wanted to ask him what team he played for, but I just kept undressing him with my eyes. He was undressing me with his eyes as well. He then asked me to change some money for him. Let me get 10K in singles, matter of fact gimme 20K he said so confidently. My brain was already in savage mood. I wanted him on my roster of sharks aka Big Money Spenders. A dancer whispered in my ear Oh That’s Big Mullah, he’s come here asking for you a few times. I thought the 20K was for him to throw on the dancers but instead he started making it thunderstorm on me. The girls was looking like Damn she got him!" while I was twerking and clapping my ass. In between dances, he was kicking that fly shit in my ear. Niggas love promising to change your life at the strip club. I heard every line possible in the English language. For some reason I believe every line he was saying to me. The music was loud as fuck but I heard every word, loud and clear. Maybe it was the 20K giving me bionic ears. At the end of the night, I left the Office with enough to purchase one. I had 20K + another 7k he gave to me in my hand while requesting a brunch date for the next day.

During our brunch date, I got to learn more about him. He was originally from Philly but been calling Miami home for years. He told me he was well known in both cities for all the right reasons. After brunch, we extended the date to this outdoor hookah bar. He bought us a cabana to relax, chat, and catch a vibe.

He had on these Burberry shorts with no boxer briefs underneath. Basically, I got see his whole dick every now and then. He was packing heavy while in gummy worm mode. Now I’m thinking okay, he’s Mister Big Money & Big Dick, I’m gonna have to put him on my roster. We had a great first date. He actually held a great conversation for hours. Some niggas with money just brag and name drop all day during dates. Mullah had a great sweet charm, but I could tell he had a mean streak inside him. I love a mean nigga that’s sweet to me. Fast forward a few months go by and we start falling in love with each other. He put me in a bigger penthouse because he hated where I was staying at the time. I think he had a little beef with somebody in my building.