Everyone clapped and some even cheered, and that made me feel good. She has apparently brought a lifetime bodyguard of her own, so I would like to also welcome her companion, Jyme back to the family as well. Some nodded at Jyme, and others welcomed him. Jyme threw his hand up at the few faces he knew.
“Sales are up higher than last quarter, and we’re expecting an even more aggressive year next year,” Troy said. “We’re going to have some major changes, and all I can do is ask for you guys to be patient with us during this time. We’re shorthanded in every single department, and HR has gotten the green light to get us fully staffed again. So, if any of you know any reliable people you would trust with your own lives, please send them in, no matter their background.”
“Cricket, I need you to hire a staff of ten and make one of those tens your clone. After the ranting and raving I’ve heard all morning long about your performance last night in VIP, you’re going to need some serious back up. I have an idea in mind for you both that’s going to keep you tied together and extremely busy. You will need someone to be your right hand, and she will need to do business just like you. You have until the first to get your staff together. And Indian, since you’re here indefinitely, you’re going to have to be on the payroll. Cricket, get him down to HR, and you will set his pay since he will be working with you.”
Jyme and I nodded. I wasn’t shocked at all that Troy knew what went down in the club last night. He had camera’s everywhere and he saw everything. Whatever Troy didn’t see with his own eyes, he had someone somewhere watching for him. After the meeting, Troy handed me an envelope with two credit cards for any purchases I needed. Then, he told me and Jyme about his vision for us. He wanted us to be eye candy; and on special occasions, we were to let things get a little out of hand. He wanted us to put on a good show, and he said it was up to us how far we went. I thought about it and a calming came over me. I could still do my job and be faithful to Jyme. This was ideal, and I saw it as a small blessing. To make out with the man that I love, the father of child, my soul mate…who could ask for more than that?
Jyme and I went shopping for work clothes. My closet was full, but Jyme’s wasn’t. Since he was now employed with the casino, he would need a serious wardrobe. Once we got into the car, I opened the envelope to find $10,000. I showed Jyme, and he about shit himself.
“What the fuck, Cricket? All of that for a blow job?” he yelled over the radio.
I laughed, and then paused. “Hey, you don’t think my blow jobs are worth 10K?”
“Babe, your blow jobs are fuckin’ priceless. You can make a blind man see with the power of those jaws of yours.”
“Alright then.”
We stopped at a light, and I kissed Jyme. He kissed me back half-heartedly. He was too busy staring at the money in confusion. I pulled up at the bank and looked over at him. “Listen, you can do whatever you want with your money. But I have three different accounts set up at this bank. One is for Babe and her tuition at Nan’s. The second is backup money for whoever may have to take care of Babe just in case something happens to us. The third is road money; just in case I have to leave and or disappear.
He handed me the envelope. “I don’t want any of it.”
I kissed him quickly and then stepped out the car and went inside of the bank. I deposited everything into Babe’s account.
That night, Jyme and I had to get to work. We cruised the streets of LA looking for eye candy. Our first stop was a strip club called Plush. Korliss told us this club catered to the fuller size girls. We needed at least three or four bigger girls to create what Troy wanted. When we got to the door, the bouncer looked me over twice and sized Jyme up.
“What are you looking for gorgeous?” he asked me.
“Don’t know yet.”
“Well, your pimp can’t come in here.”
“He’s not my pimp.”
He looked us over one more time then let us through. I was quite impressed with the ambiance. The inside was lit up very well; the lights were pink and the VIP sections were wall-to-wall sectionals. The club was packed, and there was already a show starting on stage. The stripper was a police officer with a glittery belt. Every time she slapped the belt down on the stage, a whipping sound echoed through the speakers and the crowd went wild.
Jyme ordered a coke, and I had a beer. We watched three different acts before the main event sirens went off. The men started running to the crowded stage. All of the house lights went out, and the stage lit up. The announcer hyped up the men and then announced the dancer; Aston Martin. A woman wearing a black raincoat, a black rain hat, and black stilettos was holding a clear umbrella. She stood in the middle of the stage with her head down. Rihanna’s song Umbrella started playing through the speakers, and then the magic started. A splash of water doused the stripper and her raincoat seemed to melt away. She wore a pair of sparkly, silver thongs, and that was all. Her perfect breasts were exposed. She jumped up on the pole and slid down sideways. Back up on the pole again, this time descending upside down. I was amazed that her hat never came off.
Another dash of water splashed on her and the thongs seemed to melt away. Now she wore only a small raindrop patch covering her Pikachu. She turned around, and I saw what all the fuss was about. Ole girl had a face like Halle Berry, but an ass like Nicki Minaj; and it was jiggling like jello. The men went bananas in the club, and I have to admit I was a little excited myself.
She then used the pole as her wall as she centipeded down the pole. She went toward the edge of the stage toward all the men and all their money. This chick had a grace about her. Her show wasn’t like the others, and I could see why. She was extra thick in all the right places, and she knew how to work it. When her show was over, the men moaned, and a few of them left the club.
I called one of the servers to the table and told her I wanted a private dance with Aston for my boyfriend. She bent down a little closer to me and said it would be a two thousand for Aston. I agreed, and she guided us to one of the private rooms. I told Jyme to sit in the middle of the couch, and explained that I needed to see her technique.
“What do I do?” he asked.
“Do whatever your body tells you to do.”
“Cricket, I’m not fuckin’ touching her.”
“You better. We have to find someone like me. And who knows my body and me better than you do.”
I pointed my pointy finger into his chest. I assured him I would be lurking in the shadows of VIP. A man came in and searched us both, collected the money, and then turned to me and asked if I was interested in a part-time gig at the club. I waved him away, and he shook his head, smiling back at me.
Aston came in wearing a black, see-through robe. She wore her hair curly now instead of the bone straight look she wore on the stage. She had on a leather teddy. She started grinding on Jyme, but her eyes never left mine. Jyme looked so nervous; he honestly didn’t know how to take all of this. She slid her teddy off—bit by bit; it seemed to have been glued to her skin, and with a little tugging it peeled off into her hands. She was now down to her birthday suit and beckoned me to come join them. I spread my legs wide, and she came over to me, leaving Jyme in all of his state. He stifled a laugh. Aston stood in front of me, and then her hands went directly under my skirt. Aston was caressing Juicy, and then it hit me. Aston had been dancing on Jyme for at least a good ten minutes, and she had never touched his Anaconda. Aston wasn’t into guys…she favored the ladies.
I grabbed both of her hands and yanked her close to me. “Go play with yourself over there so we can both see.”
Aston went to the sectional between me and Jyme and went to town on her Pikachu. I went to sit in Jyme’s lap, and he was rock hard.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be. She’s fuckin’ hot.”
“She’s not hotter than you.”
I kissed him, but made a show of it. Aston was getting very excited. She moaned, groaned, and then yelled from her orgasm.
Jyme and I both watched her come unglued and then slowly put herself back together again.
She came back over to us and asked me what my name was. I told her, then I introduced her to Jyme, but her eyes never left mine. She stared at me, and I knew it was now or never. “I have a proposition for you.”
She cocked her head at me and smiled wide.
“What if I told you I could double what you make here a night?”
“I’d say, bullshit.”
I stood, and Jyme stood beside me, “Alright then.”
I turned around and Jyme took my hand into his. We both headed toward the door.
“Wait a sec,” she called out to us.
I walked back to her, and Jyme stayed where he stood. I stood in front of Aston, and she placed both hands on my ass and squeezed hard.
“Can I have you?” she asked in a whisper.
I looked over at Jyme, and he was boiling from rage. He had just realized what I knew minutes ago about Aston. He shook his head slowly, and I turned back.
“He says, no, but I can guarantee you, I could have you something real sweet and warm every night.”
She watched me and squeezed my ass one more time. “But I want this.”
“You can’t have this. This belongs to him.”
I pulled both of her hands away and reached into my clutch, I pulled out a card with my number on it.
“Call me if you’re interested in a real job.”
I turned and went back to Jyme, who placed both of his hands on my ass and squeezed. They were having a pissing contest, and I had a strong feeling that Aston’s dick was metaphorically bigger than Jyme’s. I stood up on my tiptoes, letting my skirt rise a little and tongued Jyme as if I’d never tongued him before. I pulled away from the very excited Jyme and walked out the VIP door. Jyme pulled me up against him before we even made it to the car.
“Cricket, I want you now.”
“We can’t, baby.”
I looked around and the parking lot wasn’t full at all; and no one was outside. The strip club was down a long road with nothing around it, so it was safe to say no one would see us. I felt so bad for Jyme; he was using sex as his stress relief. I didn’t mind having sex with him, but this spur of the moment stuff was so far from his character, and it was making me more nervous than excited.
“Cricket, please.”
I looked down toward the side of building and saw a row of dumpsters. I guided Jyme to the side of the building, and we slid in between a couple of the dumpsters.
“This has to be quick,; do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He rushed out, panting harder than ever. I turned away from him, pulled my panties to the side, and let him in. I placed one of my hands on the side of the dumpster.
“Oh, GOD, Cricket,” he said, sliding in me. He got two good strokes in, and I did some of my kegel exercises on him. Jyme fuckin’ lost it; he got in ten good strokes and was done. He leaned up against the wall, and I pulled my skirt back down. I had to help him rearrange his clothes.
When we got back into the car, the clock said 1:39 a.m. We really needed to cover more ground, but Jyme was spent. We got back to the casino, and I told Jyme I wanted to make a few rounds just to get a feel of the place again. He watched me carefully and took a deep breath, preparing himself. He looked like he was fighting with himself on whatever it was he wanted to say. Jyme didn’t want me going anywhere without him. He was scared Trey or Troy would make me do something I didn’t want to do. He was about to unravel, and I didn’t know how to put him back together again.
After his third attempt to tell me what it was he wanted to say, I stopped him, and we went back to the suite. I went straight to the bathroom and locked the door. I needed to be alone for a minute or two to think some things over. Jyme wasn’t handling this new life of ours very well. I had to find a way for him to cope with all of this besides the hardcore banging sex he’d been using as his antidote. He wasn’t handling this transition well at all; but I knew he wanted to make this work and so did I. I would have to find a way to get us back to how we used to be, to separate our personal life from the casino life.
About thirty minutes later, I got out of the shower and slid on the thick robe behind the door. I entered the bedroom, and it was empty. I pulled on a nightgown and went into the living area of the suite. I didn’t see Jyme anywhere, but I noticed the swaying of the balcony curtains. When I walked out, Jyme stood there freshly showered in a pair of pajama pants. I loved looking at his muscular arms and his bare back. His arms were crossed and he was staring up at the sky. I walked up to him and laid my forehead on his naked back. We stood there for a moment in silence.
“You can’t lock me out like that anymore.”
I swallowed and then let the words slide off my tongue. “You have stop with the stress sex.”
“I’m sorry.”
I wrapped my arms around him and he wrapped his arms around mine.
“We have to make all of this balance out,” he said.
“Maybe I should do all of the recruiting by myself from now on.”
“NO!” he looked down at me. “If we’re going to do this, we’re doing this together.”
“I love you,” I told him with a kiss.
“Now this isn’t stress sex, I just really want you on the balcony right now.”
“Alright.”
I let him take charge and take all of me on the dark balcony.
When I rolled over, the clock by the bed read 4:00 a.m. I eased out of Jyme’s arms and slid out of bed. I grabbed my casino mobile and went to the living area. I sent a text, and my phone dinged back instantly. I pulled my keycard out of my clutch and left the suite. A few doors down, I knocked, and he opened the door wide with a sly smile. I walked in, and Troy pulled me up against him. He started kissing me at once. His hands were tracing the lips of Juicy, but he didn’t slide through.
He pulled back from me and gave me a glare. “You came to talk, didn’t you?”
I nodded, and he released me and guided me down the stairs to the sectional. He sat me directly in front of him on the ottoman, and he rested on the couch. Troy wore only pajama pants, and he was protruding in them quite a bit.
“Cricket, I’ve missed you.”
“You’ve missed me sucking your dick. That’s all.”
“No, that’s not all.”
He turned away. I watched his face; there was something there, but I wasn’t sure what it was.
“I love you.”
“What about, Chyna?”
He blew out a big breath, and then he faced me again. “I always pretended she was you; I’m sorry, but I did.”
I shook my head at him. “And Michael, what about him?”
“I handle my responsibilities; I take of him, Cricket.”
“He doesn’t know you. Will he ever?”
Something hit me then; I was willing to giving Babe to Jyme. I was just going to walk away from her; but somehow this all felt different. I loved my baby girl and would do anything for her safety. Troy couldn’t and wouldn’t do the same for Michael.
“I told her from jump I didn’t want a kid; but she hid it from me for so long that when I found out about him, it was too late to get rid of him. You bitches are good at that shit; you know. I take care of the little shit financially. He will never want for anything. I do my part, dammit…but I am not daddy material, and I doubt I ever will be.”
“Chyna loves you, Troy.”
“But I love you, Cricket.”
“And I love only Jyme.”
“No, not only him…why are you here, Cricket?”
I sat there debating how I was going to say what I needed to say to him.
“You want me, Cricket. You might not love me like you love him, but your twisted, fucked up brain wants me, too. You just won’t admit it to yourself, but you do. You crave me. I know you do.”
“That’s so not true.”
He grabbed my hand and placed it on his
hard dick. “Tell me you don’t want this in that sweet mouth of yours.”
My mouth watered and I pulled my hand away from him and crossed my arms.
“I’m a whore, Troy; I always want a hard dick in my mouth, out of sick habit.”
“Now, you finally decided to admit it. You know you want it.”
“No, I don’t want it. It’s what I’m used to, and it has to stop now.”
Troy placed one of his hands on the side of my face and leaned in to kiss me. I let him kiss me, and then he pulled away.
“I know you love him. You wouldn’t have come back if you didn’t.”
“Things can’t be like they were before. I will find enough girls to pick up the slack, but I will not be doing the same job I did before. I will oversee them and handle everything.”
Troy watched me, then pulled my legs wide open and slid a hand under my robe. He slid a finger into the lips of Juicy, but didn’t go any further. He just got the tip of his finger wet.
I glared at him, and he pulled his finger away from me and slid it into his mouth.
“Are you done now?” I asked.
He sat back a little with a dumb founded expression. I stood up, and he yanked me back down. “You don’t fuckin’ move until I tell you to do so. I own you, and I own that pretty pussy of yours, too.”
He let me go and I sat there watching him. “Are you done?”
“Get the fuck away from me, Cricket, before I go wake up Trey. He won’t be so nice.”
I got up and went back to my suite. I crawled back into bed with Jyme and slid up against him.
“Jyme.” I shook him a little until he woke up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing’s wrong. It’s finally right.”
“What are you talking about, Cricket?”
“I just left Troy’s suite.”
Jyme sat up in the bed and his eyes were wild. “What the fuck did he do to you, Cricket?”
“Nothing, I swear to you. He did nothing to me.”
I placed a hand on Jyme’s pounding chest. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and that look made me nervous. I knew then that if Jyme thought he had to kill for me he would. I’d never realized that until now, and I think I loved him a little more for it.
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