A Cheerleader in the Hood Ch. 03

I heard the men call out for more, and I felt more light objects hitting me, this time not beer mats and cigarette ends, but dollar bills.

I pulled myself wearily to my feet, aware of the eyes staring at my nudity, picked out so starkly by the glaring spotlight in front of these ogling, drooling men.

I had certainly earnt my fifty dollars, I thought, but now at least I could get a taxi home to the University district.

Leroy was back on stage, carrying a chair, and a bucket full of tickets.

"Alright," he said, to the audience, "Thanks to the lovely Cherri, and her..umm...unique dance moves. Now, for the next part of our halftime show we have the draw to decide which of you lucky guys gets to join the lovely Cherri for her lapdance."

A roar of excitement went up from the men, as he held the bucket out so that I could pick the winning ticket.