by Summer Rose
“I know and I’m sorry! I just wanted you so bad Nina, but when you told me to back off, I flipped out. I couldn’t think of another way besides a party to get close to you. I just wanted to love you!”
I knew it was time for me to go. I thought that Cookie needed some serious counseling. How can a person be so beautiful on the outside and so lost in the inside?
“That’s not how you do it! You don’t even know me!”
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy it!”
“I have to go…” I started to get in my car, “… Before I catch a case!”
“Wait, I have something for you.”
She pulled a bouquet of roses out of the back seat and handed them to me.
“Please forgive me Nina. Please! I need you to forgive me!” She pleaded as she tried to squeeze a tear out of her eye.
“You need help!”
I took the roses; after all, they were beautiful. “Don’t call me Nina, you lost that right!” I sped off to meet Passion.
I met up with Passion at the restaurant and told her what happened with Cookie.
She sat quietly while I explained to her what had happened the night of the bachelor party.
I could tell that she didn’t like what I told her, nor did I expect the response she gave me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she snapped.
“What?” I asked with raised eyebrows, thinking I was gonna have to fight this hoe, too.
“Pretty told me that she warned you about Cookie from day one.”
I tried to explain myself,” Yes, she did, but…”
“Then why would you do a party with her? Did you want to fuck her?” she slammed her drink down and looked down at it, then up at me as if she was waiting for an answer.
“I don’t understand why you’re upset, or why who I fuck is any concern of yours. I was sharing with you what happened. That’s all!
“I’m sorry. I just know how that bitch is, and I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you. She’s bad news Luscious.”
“I’m starting to see that; too little too late.”
She changed the subject. “Let’s go out tomorrow night. Are you game?”
“I do need a night out girl. Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere, let’s just get blazed and let loose!”
After we finished our food, I walked Passion to her car and we sat inside and talked. She told me about her past and different experiences with people. She told me that she had been raped, and that caused her to have trust issues with men. Although she had been with men before, they just proved to her that they couldn’t be trusted. She also told me about her relationship with her parents, and her brothers and sisters. She didn’t say a lot, just enough to let me know that they weren’t there for her either.
“I’ve been on my own since I was 14 years old. I struggled and hustled until I was old enough to dance.”
I liked that she had warmed up to me and trusted me enough to tell me her background.
We had talked before about many things, but never about her history. She’d had a rough life thus far and I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. I could see the pain in her eyes when she talked about her parents, but I didn’t want to pry any more info other than what she’d already shared.
“I’m talking your head off. I don’t want to keep you,” she started to say.
“No, you’re not keeping me. “I assured her.” I like talking to you, Passion. You seem so real and down to earth, unlike some of these others hoes!”
“You seem real too, that’s why I like talking to you. I feel like I can tell you anything. You have a way of making a person feel comfortable.
I haven’t felt that way about another person in a long time, if ever. She was holding my hand and looking dead into my eyes.
She took a deep breath, “Luscious, I have a confession to make.”
“If you’re going to start confessing stuff, I think you should call me by my real name, it’s Nina.”
“Yeah, I heard Cookie say it earlier,” she said. “Nina,that’ sbeautiful and it fits you, but you wouldn’t believe what my real name is,” she giggled.
Now very curious, “What is it?”
“It’s Tina!” she giggled again.
“Shut up!” I was laughing, but still curious to know why she was so upset earlier. I didn’t say anything about it, but since she was confessing, I wanted to know.
She was smiling, looking at her nails, and blushing. I knew she was about to drop something heavy on me.
Passion had a way about her that could keep a person interested in her conversation alone. She could look at you and put you in a trance with just a smile. All the men were crazy about Passion… she was a perfect 10.
When she walked through the club, she definitely turned heads, even from the other dancers.
She had a heart shaped face, thick, curly black hair with little tendrils that hung on her forehead. She was 5’5” with a curvy body and skin smooth like buttermilk.
She had a tattoo of roses and thorns that started from her toe and wrapped around her leg. When she wore her clear shoes, it was sexy as hell!
“I wanted to tell you that the reason I got upset earlier, was because I guess I got a little jealous that it wasn’t me.”
I missed something. “Wasn’t you what?”
“It wasn’t me, but Cookie that made love to you!”
“We didn’t make love! Cookie took advantage of me!” I assured her.
“Yes she did. I would have kicked that bitch’s ass if I had known earlier. I still might do it!” she mumbled, balling up her fists.
I didn’t know why, but I was turned on to the fact that she was willing to fight Cookie over me.
I didn’t know why the thought of two beautiful women fighting over me was so intriguing.
Even though I felt that what Cookie had done, and how she went about it was wrong, I did enjoy being around her. She had that wild, free spirit that I needed and she made me feel like I could have any and everything I desired.
Still at this point, it was no need to tell Passion that.
“No, just leave it alone,” I told her. “It’s my situation and I can handle it.”
Passion didn’t say anything else about Cookie that night, but talked about quite a few subjects. We were getting closer and closer, not realizing that we were closer than we knew.
We departed ways after a couple of hours talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other’s company.
I had school in the morning and I didn’t want to be late, again.
“Let’s meet up on your lunch hour.” Passion suggested.
“That sounds good! I would love to.” I agreed.
“Okay, I will be waiting for you in the parking lot.”
She leaned over and kissed me on my cheek.
I didn’t say anything; I just smiled and wished her a good night.
Chapter 7
Forbidden Fruit
The next day could not have come soon enough. I was looking forward to seeing Passion. I thought about her all night. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The only thing I wanted to do was get through the first half of school so I could meet her
for lunch.
I went to class a little early so I could leave a few minutes early. I did all my bookwork in a hurry, not caring if it was right or wrong. I just wanted to say ‘I did it!’
I turned in my assignment and sped off to the time clock.
“Hey girl, what up?” Leah followed. “I didn’t see you come in this morning.”
“I know, I came in a few minutes early,” I told
her.
“Oh, where are we going for lunch?”
“I have a friend meeting me for lunch today.” I said, dryly.
She twirled around like a child, “Ohhh, a guy friend?”
“No. A girl, crazy,” I snapped.
“Then we can all go together, my treat.”
She grabbed
her purse, clocked out, and followed me to the door.
“You can’t go with us today Leah. Maybe next time.”
She frowned up, as if I had said something in French.
“Okay, I will see you after lunch then,” she looked sad.
“Okay sweetie.” I was so relieved. I just wanted it to be Passion and me.
When I got to the parking lot, I put my things in my car. I was startled by the sound of loud music and turned around to see who it was. I was instantly pleased that it was Passion. She was jamming to the sounds of TuPac and Jon B’s, Are you still down?
I loved that song, and liked it more when I heard her playing it.
“Hey, Nina.” she called me by my real name. I liked hearing it from her voice.
“Hey Tina,” I mimicked her, smiling.
I was so glad she didn’t call out Luscious and put my business out there.
No one knew I was a stripper at school and I wanted to keep it that way. Most of those gossiping chickens were nosy, just like at the real salons. I didn’t want to give them anymore to gossip about. I could hear them talking about other people all day while we were out on the floor. They talked about each other, the staff, and customers too.
I was starting to hate the fact of being a hairstylist just because I could see how it was going to be. I didn’t even like going to the salon to get my own hair done.
I didn’t want to hear all the crap for 4-5 hours that it took to do my hair.
“Have you been here long?” I asked her, as I got in her car.
“Not long, I wanted to make sure I was here on time. I was excited, girl!”
“Me too!”
“I’m glad we decided to do this,” she shrieked. “So am I! So where should we go to eat?”
She wanted me to chose, so I suggested that we grab a quick bite, go to the lake, and chill until it was time for me to go back to school.
I loved the water and went to the lake every opportunity I got. The water was peaceful, beautiful, and was the closest thing to the beach. The only difference was, I didn’t get into the lake water.
We went to a cozy little place on the lake that served Cajun seafood. It was one of my favorite restaurants and I wanted to share that part of me with Tina.
It’s important not to share a meal at your favorite place with just anyone. If things don’t work out, you risk them showing up and pulling a psycho move. I felt that we were going to be real close and we were quickly.
We never seemed to get tired of talking, nor did we run out of things to talk about. The minutes turned into a couple of hours before we realized it.
Tina felt bad that she had kept me out longer than my lunch hour and insisted that we leave immediately. I didn’t want to go back to school. I only had about two hours left of school for the day, so decided I would take the rest of the day off.
We sat there even longer, and ordered some drinks. It was too late to go to the lake, so we stayed at the restaurant. Then once again, we talked about everything else that we didn’t cover earlier.
We talked even deeper about relationships, sex (good and bad), ex’s and our most outrageous fantasies. We shared ugly secrets, which included cheating on people, lying to friends, and betraying friends and family.
We talked about how it felt being cheated on and what the other person did to us or, what we did to hurt them.
Our fantasies were nasty too, consisting of sleeping with two or more men and sometimes women too. We both swore it off to be ’just a fantasy.’
Lesson #3
Don’t betray the people who love you!
After about two hours and a few drinks later, we went to get my car, drop off Tina’s, and went to Club Fantasy. After talking about our fantasies, we felt it was appropriate. Club Fantasy was another strip club located on the other side of town. We thought we could peep out the competition and boost our strategy. The club was nice, but no way like Panties.
It was only one level, but big and roomy with a swing in the middle of the stage. That was cool and I wished we had a swing at Panties. It would give us a little something different to do while we were on stage, besides just dancing and crawling across the floor. There were about 100 girls dancing and the place was packed.
There was a lot of money in the club and we were ready to get on the floor and make some of it!
The music was a mixture of hard rock, country, and R&B, which roared through the club. It made it hard to talk to the girls who were trying to offer us table dances.
“I can turn you out!” one of them whispered in my ear. Have you ever been with a woman?”
“Not by choice.” I admitted and looked over at Tina, who had a big grin on her face.
“Why is your friend smiling?” the girl smirked. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”
Before she could say anything, Tina answered, “I’m smiling because I like what I see.”
“Oh really, well do you want a table dance?”
“Yes, but I don’t want one from you. I want one from… her.” Tina pointed at me.
She asked me if I worked there, but Tina answered before I got the chance to.
“No, she doesn’t work here, but that’s who I want a dance from.”
“Well, if you decide that you want a dance from someone that works here, let me know. My name is Sundae.”
“What’s your real name?” I was into real names by then.
“Sandy, but you can call me whatever you like. Plus, your dances are on the house.”
“What?” Tina shrieked. “Why can’t I get a free dance?”
“Cause with you, its business. With her, its personal,” Sandy winked.
“What’s your name?” she asked me.
“My name is Nina, now how about that dance?”
I was ready for a dance from somebody else for a change. I felt like I was the one always fulfilling someone else’s fantasy. I wanted some of mine fulfilled too.
Sundae was sexy, with wavy hair to her butt and big lips. I wondered if her other lips were as big. I must have been thinking aloud because she said,
“Yes they are!”
I blushed with shame; I didn’t know who I was anymore, but I was having fun. As I got a good look at Sundae, she was not very pretty, but was indeed sexy. She had a tattoo of a panther that looked as if it was crawling up her thigh. It was huge, but sexy. It seemed that every stripper had a tattoo, except me.
She pulled Tina’s chair in front of mine to make a ‘Sundae Sandwich’ and gave us a double dance. We loved it. We were watching each other more than we were watching our dancer.
As Sundae rubbed her breast, Tina looked at her, and then licked her lips at me. When she spanked her ass, I licked my lips. I went to another world for a moment. I wondered if Passion stood for how passionate she was in bed. I thought Tina was so sexy and I couldn’t help the attraction that I had for her. I would never just come out and tell her though.
“”Nina… Nina?”
“Where were you?” Sundae asked. “You looked mesmerized.”
Still looking at Tina I replied, “I was.”
Sundae smiled. “Thank you. I do have that effect on people. Do you want another one?”
“Not just yet, I need a break after that.” I said fanning.
I didn’t want to correct her and tell her I wasn’t mesmerized over her.
“Okay, I’ll come back in a little while, after I make some money okay? Then maybe we can hang out after my shift,” she offered.
“Maybe,” Tina interrupted. “We may have other plans, but we’ll let you know.”
“Okay babes.”
Sundae bent down low with her ass in Tina’s face and kissed me right on the mouth before walking away. I could see the steam coming from Tina’s ears.
She never said anything though. We had another drink and talked about some of the girls.
We laughed at the ugly ones that looked like mud-ducks, as Tina described them.
We had so many
interruptions that night from girls wanting to dance for us. The guys kept sending them over to give us dances because they enjoyed the girl-on-girl shows.
We got a lot of attention when we were together. I guess good-looking women were exciting to men. We even had men coming over to our table asking us for dances, whether we worked there or not. One of them paid our tab and paid for a few table dances while he watched. We tried to figure out why men were turned on by watching women dance for each other. Maybe it was the way we looked when we touched each other that made the men fantasize about being with two women.
After about an hour or so, Sundae came back. She brought us another round of drinks.
I could not drink anymore if I wanted to. I told her no thanks, and that I hoped to see her again.
She looked upset. “Are you leaving without giving me your number?”
“Nooo, here’s my cell number.” I slipped her a folded up napkin in her hand when I hugged her.
“Can I call you tonight?”
“Yes, that’s fine but I don’t know how much later I can stay up. I am drunk!” I laughed as I fell on her.
She didn’t seem to mind my fall. She grabbed me by the waist and held me as she made plans with me for the next day.
“It’s nice to meet you, Tina,” Sundae said. We have to do this again.”
“Maybe,” Tina winked.
We both stumbled out of the club after minutes of goodbyes with the other dancers and a few of the guys.
“You two be careful”, the doorman warned. “There are cops patrolling the area tonight looking for drunk drivers.”
“We will. Thank you baby,” I slurred.
“Let me take you home sweetie,” Tina offered. “You are in no condition to be driving.”
“Okay, let’s go. Can you drive?” I handed her my keys.
“Nooo, but I will sober up once we get on the highway,” she promised.
We made it to my house in an hour, though I only lived twenty minutes from the club. Tina was higher than she thought and was driving in circles. When we got there, she walked me to the door and helped me inside. Once inside, she admitted that she was drunk and needed to stay. I told her that was a good idea because I didn’t want her to get stopped and go to jail for driving under the influence. The police in my neighborhood didn’t play.
