by J Peach
I laughed at her. “I don’t know what made you think that. When have I ever given something extra out in the open?” I asked truthfully. Besides taking off my top, I never really did anything else unless it was in private.
“I know, but it would’ve been nice if you did. Bitch, you be hot as hell out there. Hell, you can’t blame nobody for wanting to see you play with yo pussy. You just might get a little mo’ paper tossed at you,” she tried to convince me as she looked me over.
My face quickly turned into a glare. “Mocha, get yo ass away from me. I do good without playing with my pussy for the crowd. Now if that’s what you want to do to get that extra paper, bitch be my guest. But remember, if you don’t show the crowd everything they might just ask for a private show. And you’ll probably get more from that one show than the dollas you getting from the hundreds that’s watching. Then again, what should I expect from a dolla hoe?” I smiled at her before grabbing my duffle bag with my bathing kit, my boy shorts, and my sports bra inside. “Nice outfit by the way,” I closed my locker and turned to walk away from her.
“Damn, Syn, you ain’t even have to do her like that. You know she like you,” Diamond, another dancer, said as she walked with me to the bathroom.
“I don’t care. How the fuck she gon’ tell me playing with my coochie for the crowd will get me more money when I can make twice as much doing a private dance than I can doing a live show? She could miss me with that shit,” I waved her off before turning on the water and washing myself up.
“So what, she was probably just trying to start a convo with yo mean ass,” she laughed at me as she washed herself in the next sink.
I was confused by that, why choose that topic to start a conversation? “If she wanted to talk she could’ve asked me about the weather instead of my money—”
Diamond stopped laughing and cut me off. “Syn, that girl likes you. She been here for a month and the whole time she’s been trying to get at you. Why else would she say something about you playing with yo kitty and telling you how hot as fuck you were? You seriously didn’t know?” She asked, looking at me like I was slow.
I shrugged. “Shid, I don’t pay none of these females no mind, so no I didn’t. Diamond, you know this, plus I don’t like coochie. Now if she paying, then maybe I’ll change my mind. But until then, I don’t have time.” I washed myself down once more then grabbed my little hand towel and started drying my body off.
“I know yo ass don’t. Shid, tell that bitch you don’t play with twat if it ain’t money involved,” Diamond advised.
I started laughing as I put on my clothes. “Bitch, shut up. I’ight, D, I’m gone, I’ll holla at you later.”
Diamond let out a groan. “Ugh, you finished for the night?”
My lips pursed together as my head nodded. “Yep, that performance was my last show for the night.”
“Damn, Syn, you should work a few tables until my set is over. You know I don’t talk to nobody in here but you. Tie this for me,” she held her halter straps around her neck for me.
“N’all, D. I can’t even do it tonight. I got a busy morning tomorrow.” I tied her top and then smacked her big fat ass, making it jiggle. “Now get that ass out there and make that paper.”
“Bitch, stop,” her eyes rolled before she laughed. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
We turned around to leave and Mocha was standing at the door looking at us.
“Damn, don’t yo ass know how to knock? Stalking ass. Come on, bae, let’s go,” Diamond said as she wrapped her arm around my waist and led us out of the room.
“Diamond, don’t make me slap yo triflin’ ass,” Mocha snapped at her before she looked at me. “Syn, some dude out front asking about you.” With that, she pushed past us.
“See, I’m gonna whoop that bitch ass before the nights over with, watch what I tell you. Stupid little bitch.” Diamond’s face contorted into a glare as she mugged Mocha.
Looking at her, I burst out laughing. “She gon’ whoop yo ass, D. Now you know yo ass can’t fight,” I joked as we walked from the back.
“Fuck you, Syn,” she looked around the place trying to find a crowded area. “Ooh, there go yo boy,” she pointed toward an area where one of my regulars sat with a crowd of dudes.
He glanced my way and then waved me over.
“I’ight, boo. I’mma catch you later,” I waved Diamond off as I made my way to his crowd.
Parker was a big time dealer in Indy. His crew pushed work inside the club from time to time. What he was like out on the streets, I didn’t know because our business never left the inside of the club.
From the very beginning of the seven years that I’d been working at Red Light, like most men, Parker took to me. But I didn’t treat him like most men, because not only did I dance for him, we’d had a sexual relationship during that time as well. However, that sexual relationship never went anywhere. Working there was my new start and a relationship wasn’t what I needed or wanted.
As I made my way over to him, I gave him a sweet yet seductive smile. To me, Parker was a handsome thirty-two-year-old man. His brown skin, pencil mustache, and goatee made the long, angry cut above his right eye and across his left cheek seem almost invisible. He stood about six feet three and weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds if not more. Compared to my five foot three frame, he was a giant. I liked that.
At twenty-four, I had encountered hundreds of Parker’s. They were single men that only wanted a good time, nothing serious. Parker was the same. However, with him things were a little different because just like he used me for his fun, I used him as well. He tried to get with me a few times, but I shut it down. I’d dated his type plenty of times so I wasn’t impressed by him. All I cared about was the fact that his money was green and spendable.
“What’s good, Syn?” He took a drink from his cup as his eyes focused on me. Then before giving me a chance to answer him, he glanced down at my duffle bag and then back up at me. “Damn, you ‘bout to bounce?”
“Yeah, I just finished my set, you’re late. I was looking for you before I went on stage, I was hoping we could’ve played before I had to leave.” I grabbed his wrist and looked at the red and black, diamond, big face watch. I stared at the time and cursed under my breath. I needed to hurry up and get my ass out of the club and onto the highway headed back to Gary. “Damn, baby, its one-forty-five in the morning. You real late,” I let his arm go, giving him a little smile.
“Yeah, I know. I just got back in town not even an hour ago. Shid, I came straight here to see you.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me between his legs. With a lick of his lips, he gave me a once over. “Come on, Syn, fuck with me.”
He was most definitely sexy, my teeth gripped my bottom lip. I glanced at the exit as I pushed my bag up my shoulder. I looked back at him. I really need to get my ass on that highway. Even so, his money was always good. “Baby, you came a little too late. I got an early morning tomorrow. Maybe next time.” I kissed his cheek and removed his grip from my hips. “I’ll catch you later.” I didn’t get a chance to walk off before he was out of his seat.
“I’ll walk you to yo ride.” He grabbed his glass and threw back the content before he turned to a dark skin dude, whispering something in his ear. When he stood up, he slapped hands with the dude before he turned back to me. “Come on,” his hand came to the small of my back and began to lead us out.
I turned to face him once we left the club. “Parker, you didn’t have to walk me out,” I told him as I pointed to my hot pink, 2009 Volkswagen Beetle convertible that was parked a couple of spaces from the door.
“It wasn’t shit, I’m trying to get you to fuck with me before you bounce. What’s yo rush?” He asked, backing me against my car.
I looked down at our bodies touching, my hands went to his chest and I gave him a slight shove. “I have to leave town, I need to be on the highway now. That’s my rush. I wish I could stick around and play with you, but I can’t tonight,” I s
hrugged. “Hopefully, I’ll see you when I get back in a few days.” I turned away from him to put my stuff in the backseat of my car.
Parker pressed against me, causing a smile to come to my lips. “Damn, Syn, this the second time you done dipped out on me. I don’t like that shit.” His arm came around my waist as his hand came to my chin, lifting my head up.
Parker’s head went to the side of my neck. His lips pressed against the skin, giving it a peck before he gripped it between his teeth. He bit down while sucking on my neck.
Instinctively, I pushed myself into him as my stomach grew tight. “Me either, but I gotta go.” The tone of my voice wasn’t as convincing as I would have liked it to be. I couldn’t deny that he always turned me on something terrible.
“Tell me where you going, I might be heading that way too.” His tongue ran across my throat as his hand slid into the front of my shorts.
I grabbed his wrist in a tight grip. My eyes opened after I realized that they had closed and I pulled his hand from my shorts.
Parker turned me to face him.
I smiled and a laugh left my mouth. “You might be coming that way?” My head shook. “I’ll be back in a few days, so make sho you’re around.”
“Syn, why you wanna keep playing me? Baby, all this can be avoided if you’ll give me yo number. For real, yo, fuck with me,” he pushed into me once again.
My head shook.
“Come on,” he grabbed my arm and started pulling me.
I looked at his grip on my arm and jerked away from him. “Parker, what the hell? Nigga, let me go.”
“Yo, chill the fuck out. Damn, I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He stopped at a truck with keys in his hand, he hit the alarm button then opened the back door.
I looked at it and then to him. “You’re about to piss me off. Let me go,” I snatched away from him. “Look, I gotta go.”
He grabbed me from behind and literally threw me in the truck. “You think I give a fuck about you being pissed off? Man, you can’t whoop my ass, so chill out with all that gotdamn yelling, real shit.” He slid in the back of the truck with me.
I stared at his ass like he was crazy.
“What?” He asked me.
“What? Nigga, I just told yo ass I need to get on the highway. I don’t have time to be playing with you.” I went to open my door, but he pulled me away from it.
“I heard you the first time you said it. I’mma let you go in a minute. Where you gotta be?” He tried to pull me into his lap.
I slapped his hands off of me. “Places is where. What the fuck is wrong with you? Is you high?” Since I’d known him he had never been like that. Especially with him kissing on my neck out in the open like he had. That was the first time he’d ever done that.
He licked his lips, “N’all, I’m good. I’m just tryna holla at you. But yo ass always shoot me down. If we ain’t fuckin or getting high in the club you don’t have time. Not once have I seen you outside this mothafucka. Hell, in this city period, I never see you. And that’s crazy as fuck. I’ve never had a hard time trying to find shit out about a person in this city, but you, I can’t find shit. Why?” Confusion covered his face and he stared at me. His head tilted to the side as if he was trying to find the answers.
My mouth opened then closed before my brows furrowed. “Why are you looking for me? You can always come here and find me when I’m working. After seven years, you should know my work schedule by heart.” Why he would be looking for me outside of the club was beyond me, especially when he knew from jump that our thing would never leave from that place.
“Why? Why the fuck you think? I like you, Syn, I ain’t gon’ lie, which is why I’ve been fuckin’ with you this long. But come on, baby girl, something gotda give. On top of that, I can’t find out shit about you. Not yo real name, not where you live, nothing. Vince don’t even know yo real name, which is crazy. It’s like yo ass done popped up in Indy out of nowhere.”
Vince didn’t know my government name because when I started working at Red Light I was underage. I need to get away from Parker because he’s pushing a little too hard and I’m not comfortable with that.
“Maybe you’re not looking hard enough because I’m easy to find out here. Vince lied to you, but I gotta go.” I tried to move, but stopped once his grip on my arm tightened. I glanced down at his hand and then to his eyes. A slight smile came to my face as I turned toward him. “You really been trying to find out who I am?” I don’t know why the idea of him doing that flattered me.
I knew he liked me, that wasn’t a secret, but him making an effort to find out who I really was excited me. I knew he wasn’t going to find anything out about me in Indy because he didn’t know my real name and I barely lived out there. Yes, I had an apartment out in the city, but it wasn’t in my name, it was in my momma’s name. So either way, his search was a dead end.
“Yeah, ever since you shut me down a few months back. I was hoping one of those chicks in there was cool with you outside the club. They ain’t, though. I think you got a nigga and that’s why you keep saying fuck me. But if that was the case, why would you be fuckin’ with me this long?” He let out a chuckle as I climbed into his lap. “Damn, this how you gon’ do me?”
I gripped the hem of my sports bra and pulled it off. “I’m not doing you like nothing. It’s obvious you’re not gonna let me leave. You said fuck with you, I’m doing what you asked.” My hand slid between our bodies and I lifted up so I could undo his jeans and free what was quickly becoming hard between his legs.
“Syn, I wasn’t talking about that. I mean get with me outside the club—” His sentence was immediately cut off. “Fuck,” he let out a groan and grabbed my hips as I slowly slid down on him, forcing him to fill me.
Parker was really big so it was always painful at first, but once my walls got accustom to his thickness and the pain subsided, I always put in that work. My hands went to his knees. I leaned back on my palms. Slowly, my hips started to roll which caused his hands to tighten on my waist. “But I like fuckin’ you,” I bit into my lip as I picked up my pace.
“Syn—”
My hand covered his mouth and I tilted his head back. I bit into the skin on his neck then sucked on his flesh. My tongue licked around the teeth marks before I trailed to his ear. I pulled his lobe into my mouth as I tightened my pussy muscles around him. “Shush, just fuck me,” I panted as my hips rocked faster.
Parker moved my hand from his mouth and tangled his own hand in my hair tightly, jerking my head back. His lips came towards mine.
Before they could connect I turned my head. I never kissed during sex, it was too much of an intimate gesture. To me a kiss signified there being feelings and I had none for him, I just enjoyed his sex. Parker knew I didn’t kiss during sex so for him to try it had me feeling a little uneasy about his feelings.
So he wouldn’t attempt to kiss me anymore, I removed his dick from my pussy and turned my back to him. Then I brought him back to my opening. A hiss left my mouth from the slight pain but pleasurable feeling. Slowly, I once again slid down on him until he filled me completely.
Grabbing the back of the passenger seat, I started to bounce on him.
“Ah, fuck,” Parker groaned out as he took hold of my hips, controlling my bounce and moving me at the pace he wanted.
I couldn’t lie or deny that Parker felt amazing, I loved the feel of him and the pleasure his body brought mine. Suddenly, he grabbed my legs, putting one on each side of his. He pulled my body into him. One of his arms wrapped around my waist as his hand came to my left breast.
He held me to him as his lower body thrusted up hard and fast into me while he squeezed my left tittie.
“Ah, ah, ah, sss, ooh, ooh, Parker. Oh, my God! Ooh, yes, baby, like that. Harder, Parker!” My hand tangled in my own hair as the other grabbed his arm. My nails dug into his skin and my head fell back against his shoulder. “Ooh, Parker,” I moaned, my eyes rolling into my head.
His pace slowed
down and his fingers went to my clit, playing with the small pearl. The hand on my breast left and made its way to my chin. Gripping it tightly, he turned my face towards his.
Parker’s mouth pressed against mine and he sucked on my top lip before gripping it between his teeth. His tongue played with it as he slowly released it and then pecked my bottom lip. His lips felt so soft against mine that my insides tightened and my lips pushed back. Our tongues twisted together and I turned in his hold. My arms wrapped around his neck, my eyes closed and I moaned into his mouth.
My hips started to rock as I began to lose myself in him, in his kiss. I couldn’t explain the feeling I felt at that moment, but whatever it was, I didn’t want it to leave. His lips felt so good.
At that moment, Parker’s hand gripped my ass, the other tangled into my hair. He sucked at my top and then my bottom lip and groaned into my mouth. The added pressure to my waist as he held me tightly to his body had realization coming to me.
We were no longer fuckin’. Our grinding had stopped, we were just kissing. My head jerked back slightly, but his grip on my hair tightened, holding my head still. “Parker—”
“Don’t do that. Kiss me, Syn.”
His hips started thrusting once again. My lips parted, I gasped at the fast and rough sensation. Every thrust was like a match striking as he hit my sweet spot. He took that moment and slipped his tongue through my parted lips as his lower body pumped into mine.
My teeth sank into his bottom lip, sucking on it hard. The fact that I enjoyed kissing him made me want to stop. It shouldn’t have felt good, I should have hated it.
My nails dug into his shoulders, my feet lay flat on the seats. I pulled my mouth from his and my head rolled back as I started to bounce fast while working my inner walls on him.
“Fuck, Syn,” he slapped my ass hard before grabbing my cheeks in a tight grip, controlling my bounce. He moved me faster, harder onto him.
My head went into the side of his neck. “Ooh, Parker, harder,” I whispered in his ear. “Faster, don’t stop, Parker,” I bit into his neck as my muscles tightened. “Ooh, ooh, oh, my God!” Every muscle in my body got tighter and tighter. Suddenly my body shook and I came hard.
