by A'zayler
“Excellent job, Youngblood. You’re dismissed” Demoto exited the room and pulled the band from his dreads letting them fall around his shoulders. Grabbing his backpack and Gatorade, he headed up to his room. Cayman had flown him and two other people to Australia to complete this course. He wanted to be sure they weren’t distracted by their familiar surroundings. He wanted them to be experts before giving them real contracts. In order to help the time pass faster, he worked out at the gym and read books. He hadn’t talked on the phone much because he wanted to keep his head in the appropriate place. He knew if he talked on the phone to Alicia or Taryn, he’d lose focus. All Alicia ever wanted to do was argue, and Taryn made his mind go completely left. He could handle Alicia’s little tantrums about him not calling or texting, but Taryn was a problem. After speaking with her, she stood firm in every thought that came across his mind. He had been going back in forth in his mind for a while about whether or not to take it to the next level with her, and still hadn’t come to a conclusion. His phone vibrated across the crisp white sheets of the hotel bed. Looking at the screen, he saw that it was Jacko but decided he’d call him back later. He was starving right now and needed to take a shower; he’d call him after that. An hour later, he’d finished eating and was in the shower thinking. The shower was big with a dark gray tiled pattern. Demoto was sitting on the small bench that was in the corner letting the water cascade over him. The hot steamy water massaged his aching body. He was sore from all of the workouts and training exercises. As he leaned his head back against the wall, he heard his phone ringing again. He wasn’t going to answer it until he heard Lil’ Johns Ms. Chocolate playing. He smiled and grabbed it off the counter.
“What’s up Taryn-Lee,” he answered as he pushed the shower curtain back closed.
“Nothing friend, what you up to? How’s your trip?”
“What I tell you about that friend shit?”
“Oops I forgot! What you doing, it sound like you in the shower or something.” Stretching his long legs out in front of him, he chuckled a little bit.
“I am, and my dick is hard as shit right now!” First he heard a gasp, then a loud laugh from her end. He joined her laughter before speaking again. “I ain’t had no pussy in almost two months! A nigga going through it right now”
“Well you might need to do something about that, you nasty mouth boy.”
“I wish you was here with that wet wet, so you could do something about it,” he said in a husky voice. Between the water and the visions of her moaning beneath him, his dick was standing at full length. Talking to her on the phone brought back the memories of the time they’d had sex.
“I wish I was too!”
“Taryn you were so fucking tight and wet! Shit! Just thinking about how you felt on my dick got me about to bust,” Demoto stroked himself at the thought of her.
“Damn Demoto, don’t do this to me! You know how far away you are.” Demoto could hear the need in her voice. She was obviously feening for him the way he was for her.
“I know T, you just don’t understand how good your pussy is though. I ain’t ever sharing that shit with nobody else.” Demoto laughed at himself. He was talking to Taryn like he was her man. The night after she left his house, he couldn’t stop thinking of her and her body. He’d already grown to love her personality but after being inside of her, he would never be able to resist her.
“You’ll never have to Moto. It only wants you!”
“It better! Don’t make me fuck you up over my shit.”
“You won’t. When you coming back? I miss seeing you.” Demoto thought back to the last couple of days of training he had and ran his hand over his face. After telling her his schedule, they talked a little while longer before hanging up. A couple more days of this shit.
*****
Demoto sat in the chair at the salon getting his dreads retwisted. He had just gotten back from training and his head looked terrible. He’d called and his regular stylist was able to squeeze him in. He wanted to make sure he looked presentable for two reasons. He wanted to see Taryn, and because Cayman had something planned for all the top list of Double O tonight. He wasn’t big on partying, but he would indulge just because he needed a release. He had been in serious mood for the past couple of months and he was tired. He would make his way to see Taryn and Alicia tomorrow. He hadn’t even bothered to tell either of them he had made it back to the mainland yet. He looked at himself in the mirror as she styled his locs. He hated to look rough. When his hair needed to be done, he didn’t even feel like putting on clothes. He felt incomplete. He had hats that he liked to wear, but it wasn’t the same. Occasionally he just wanted to chill.
He had a few more hours before he had to meet with his company. Until then he would eat, relax, maybe even have a couple of drinks. The few hours he had left gave him time to think. Taryn had been on his mind heavily and he couldn’t wait to see her. He was feeling her. There was nothing in this world he wouldn’t do to protect her. Right now, all he wanted to do was hold her, feel her warmth in his arms.
*****
“Alright fellas it’s about that time! Get ready to pull out them bands. We got a real money maker coming to the stage!” Taryn heard the DJ yelling over the microphone. At least once a month, every dancer had to do an individual set, and tonight it was her turn. She’d been working at Diamonds of Atlanta for almost two weeks and still wasn’t used to it.
Jeremiah had talked her into doing amateur night one week, and she’d made close to three thousand dollars. She hadn’t intended on making this a regular thing, but the money was good. He tried on many occasions to get her to dance at the Luxx in Columbus, but she wasn’t having it. She didn’t want it getting back to Mr. Buck or Demoto what she was doing. She decided to dance in Atlanta three days out of the week, and on the weekends.
So far it was going pretty good; nobody but Kia and Jeremiah knew what was going on. She decided to continue up until she started college in the fall. Her plan was to get the money for her apartment so she could hurry up and leave the shelter. Nobody besides Kia knew her current living arrangements, and that’s how she wanted it to stay. Once the stage went completely black, Taryn pulled her mask down over her eyes, downed the shot in her hand, and walked onto the stage.
Unlike most dancers, she didn’t go right out dancing. Instead, she walked past the pole and stopped at the edge in front of the VIP sections. Taryn stood still with her hands on her hips, until the lights came back on. Taryn had the meanest stance the men had ever seen. She had a very commanding presence, which caused most of everybody to stop what they were doing. Tonight she had decided to dress up in a cute little Indian outfit. It was a brown spandex one piece, with red glitter on both nipples and down the middle of her back. There were blue and white feathers sewn on it to match the feather headband she wore around her head.
Taryn stood six inches taller than normal in her glittery red peep toe stilettos that tied around her calves and up to her thighs. Her big wavy hair fell down around her shoulders and back, making her look like a real Indian. Her smooth dark skin glistened beneath the flashing pink and white lights. Confidence radiated from her effortlessly. To the average woman, her existence was intimidating. Taryn looked around the club eyeing everybody through the glittery red and white mask on her face.
“Many of you may already know her, but for the ones who don’t, my girl, chocolate Pocahontas!”
The beat to August Alsina’s Let me hit that dropped, and Taryn started to move. The song was slow so she took her time dancing and twirling around the stage. She dropped and moved like a professional; no one would ever know this was only her second week. At one point, she leaned backwards grabbing the pole, and twirled only the bottom half of her body in a circle.
This move always got the crowd going, because it gave the perfect view. Men began running to the stage throwing money. Her entire show went well; she’d racked up enough and decided to go home early. She changed into a pair of pink Adid
as jogging tights, a white v-neck, and a pair of running Nikes. She left her hair down, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door. Once she got back out to the main floor, the building had gotten super packed. There was an entourage of men in Double O shirts headed towards the VIP section. The men looked like money. Taryn was far from a gold digger, but they looked like they were about to spend some cash; turning around, she went back to the dressing room to change.
“Man I’m about to be drunk as fuck my nigga!” Jacko yelled at Demoto as they walked into the strip club.
He had just gotten back into town, and Cayman wanted them all to go out and unwind. Demoto didn’t know everybody in Cayman’s, crew so he’d asked Jacko to meet him in Atlanta. Jacko was his best friend, and they always had a good time when they went out together.
“Go ahead bruh, Double O paying for all this shit.”
The group had taken up the entire VIP section. The girls must have had some type of money radar, because they all swarmed around. Demoto wasn’t the strip club type. He enjoyed chilling and drinking with his friends. Jacko, on the other hand, looked like he was in heaven with the two girls shaking in front of him. Demoto smiled and waved off all the girls trying to dance for him. Word must have gotten out, because after a while they stopped coming his way, which was fine with him. After a few more drinks, he excused himself to the restroom. Taryn stuck her head out of the curtains, checking to see what was going on with the men that had just come in. The floor around them was covered in money. There were about six girls over there, but Taryn knew just by looking at them she was getting ready to take all of their money. She’d switched into a pair of red thong panties and striped dark blue and white bra, with her same red shoes. She wore a small Braves jersey over it that she left open. She liked the idea of concealing her face when dancing, so she wore a dark blue mask that covered one side of her face. Taryn was easily the baddest female in the club. As she strutted across the room, men grabbed at her left and right but she had an agenda.
Before she could get to where the men were sitting, an older gentleman grabbed her arm. He told her he’d pay her three thousand dollars if she could get one of his young workers out of his shell. Taryn quickly agreed. She followed the man past the section they were sitting in to a table in the back. When she looked up and saw the boy sitting there with his shades on and a drink in his hand, she almost fainted.
“How about I get one of my friends to do it? I’m new and I’m really not that good,” Taryn stalled.
“No I want you. This young man is very particular, and you’re the best-looking thing I’ve seen all night. As a matter of fact, make that all my life.” Taryn smiled at the compliment. All hell was about to break loose if he recognized her. Cayman pulled her towards the table
“I got something for you son.”
Demoto looked up and waved his hand dismissively
“Nah sir, I’m fine. I just want to chill.”
Taryn took this as her cue and turned to leave, but Cayman stopped her. “Make him have some fun sweetheart.” Cayman slid her a wad of bills wrapped in rubber bands. Her eye’s almost popped out of the sockets. She nodded her head and smiled. The DJ was playing Rico Love’s song They don’t know. Taryn stood to the side and looked at Demoto out the corner of her eye; he was way past tipsy. Thank God! Maybe he won’t recognize me. Taryn stood watching him a little bit longer before walking over to him seductively. She quickly turned around so her back was to his chest and started grinding on his lap. With both of her hands on his knees, she rubbed her backside all over his lap. Not long afterwards, he started to harden beneath her. She got mad for a split second because if she hadn’t been there tonight, it would’ve been another girl all over him like this.
“We be in the same room, we don’t ever say shit,” Demoto started to sing. Oh shit! Taryn decided to put a little distance between them. She stood in front of him and danced with the beat of the music.
Demoto laid his head back and watched Taryn dance. He wanted so bad to cuss her out for being up in the club half-naked, but he couldn’t. His plan had been to drag her out of there the moment he saw her, but she stopped him. The way her body looked in her little panties had him ready to fuck. He chuckled to himself lightly, because she probably had no idea he knew who she was. He had watched how nervous she’d gotten when Cayman brought her over to him.
He’d asked Cayman to bring her over once she came from the back. He, Jacko, and the Double O crew had caught the tail end of her Indian girl show, and he couldn’t wait to get her alone. He had asked Jacko to sit on the other side of the club in the corner so he wouldn’t see Taryn’s body. Of course he hadn’t told him that was the reason; Jacko thought once Taryn recognized him she’d leave.
As much as he hated what she was doing, she was good at it. Taryn was dancing her ass off and making his dick hard in the process. When Jacko had first told him Jeremiah had her stripping, he wanted to break both of their necks but he had to chill. Taryn was grown and Jeremiah couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to. Demoto figured it was time to turn up the heat, so he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto his lap.
Taryn was now straddling Demoto’s lap, and she was nervous as hell. Their faces were only inches apart; he was sure to recognize her now. She held her head down so her hair was covering most of her face. Demoto wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled at the little brave’s shirt she had on so his mouth was close to hers.
“They don’t know you belong to me.”
Taryn smiled to herself as he sang along to the song. For a second, she thought he might have known who she was because of the lyrics he’d chosen to sing along with, but how could he? Taryn wanted so bad to say something back to him, but she already knew her voice would be a dead giveaway. For him to have acted like he didn’t like strippers, he sure was enjoying the show she was putting on.
His hands roamed all over her body and stopped between her thighs. Taryn just knew she would melt when he began stroking her through her thong. She thought about stopping him, but she missed his touch. She began grinding roughly onto his fingers, causing her to get wetter. Demoto could tell Taryn was enjoying the way he was handling her. He was trying to see how far she was going to let him take it before she stopped him.
Sliding her thong to the side, he slid two fingers into her warm body. Her juices were dripping all over his fingers as he massaged her clit with his thumb. She moaned laying her forehead on his shoulder. He had her right where he wanted her so he took one of her nipples between his teeth, biting it softly through the thin material she had on. He loved the way Taryn’s body responded to his touch. Damn! I should have left her alone, he thought to himself, because now he was hard and ready to sex her in the middle of the club.
Her thong and the top of Demoto’s jeans were now soaking wet from her juices. He was working his fingers in and out of her so fast that she wanted to scream. He had worked her into such a frenzy; she was now clawing at his belt trying to get it a loose. She was surprised when he didn’t stop her; instead, he helped her. She could feel the veins pulsating as she held his large manhood in her hands. It was so thick and heavy.
She couldn’t take her eyes off it. She stroked him until she heard him let out a low groan. She lifted up a little and placed it at her opening. She made eye contact with him through her mask and tried to read the look on his face. The pretty green eyes shined with pure lust.
“Put it in Moto.” She was tired of playing games; he had to have known by now it was her. Lifting her up a little more with one arm, he slid balls deep into her warmth. Taryn shivered at his touch
“I missed you baby.”
“I missed your ass too girl.” He was pushing hard and deep into her, causing her to bounce up a little.
“Ow Moto, I can feel it in my stomach.” She scratched at his back through his shirt. “It’s hurting me so good.” She knew that didn’t make sense, but that was the only way to describe the wonderful pain he was making her fee
l.
“Throw this shit on me T, show ya man what you got.”
Taryn began bouncing her ass on him like she was dancing. She watched his eyes roll back as she rode him in a circular motion.
“I guess you did miss me,” he mumbled. Taryn was riding him like she’d been fucking forever. The way she was putting it on him had him in love. Who knew lil scary ass Taryn could ride a dick this good. Palming her butt in both hands, he pushed inside her as far as he could.
“I’m about to bust baby girl, lift up.”
Taryn was obviously in a zone of her own, because she kept going.
“T, stop so I can pull out ma!”
“No, cum inside me Moto, it feels too good to stop.” Taryn leaned down and sucked on his bottom lip once she’d felt the first jerk of his body. She bounced up and down on his dick faster. They climaxed together.
“Unnghh Shit Taryn!” He yelled quietly into her neck. He was breathing just as hard as she was. They sat there in the same position until he told her to go change and meet him out front.
Chapter 9
They rode down the dark road back to Columbus in silence. Taryn knew he was mad because the vein in his neck was jumping. She didn’t know what to say, so she chose not to say anything. Demoto wasn’t her man, but she didn’t like him being angry with her. They were both lost in their thoughts as R. Kelly sang quietly in the background. Demoto was pissed with Taryn. He didn’t care what her reason was for stripping; she could have told him about it. What made him the angriest was that she was trying to sneak and do it. He couldn’t protect her if he didn’t know what she was doing. From the moment Jacko had told him about her new job, he’d put one of Double O’s young soldiers on the task of watching her. He would wait for her to get to the club every night, and follow her to make sure she got home safely. Demoto knew that was invading her privacy in a way, but if it kept her safe he didn’t care. He looked over at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked so pretty with her hair in a ball at the top of her head. The fitted V-neck shirt she had on hugged her breasts and flat stomach perfectly. The thin pink jogging pants she had on magnified the thickness of her thighs. Demoto returned his eyes back to the road. If he continued to look at her, he wouldn’t be able to stay mad. The entire ride home was quiet, but he obviously wasn’t too mad because he’d brought her to his house. He hadn’t even bothered to see if she wanted to go home. She had just gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed when he knocked on the door. Before she could say come in, he was already coming through the door. He flipped on the shower and stripped, like she wasn’t even there. She tried not to look at his perfect body, but she couldn’t help it. She watched him through the mirror until he got into the shower. Grabbing her things, she left the restroom and went into his room. She had no clothes over there, so all she wore was a pair of his boxer briefs and a tank top. She braided her hair down into two French braids and kneeled on the floor to say her prayers. As she got up, she noticed him standing at the door watching her.
