“Convince me of what.” This was sounding more and more like a sales pitch than pickup lines.
“That dance with you was more of an audition. I’m a manager.” My ears perked up at that.
“Manager of... strippers.” He laughed and pulled a card from his pocket.
“See I’m serious. No bullshit.” I black paper card and looked it over reading back to him the contents of the card.
“Guy Tramon. Manager.” It looked official. “So what were you scouting me?”
“To be honest not you in particular just new talent period. I do promotions for a few different clubs and we need new talent.” I saw dollar signs but why didn’t he say this last night? He extended his hand to shake mine.
“Nice to meet you. What is your real name?” I laughed at that.
“Tori...” He took it in nodding his head.
“Beautiful just like you.” He was laying it on thick, saying all the right things but still why was he out here?
“So do you want your money back or something?” I was ready to run if he said yes. There was no way I was going to give him anything back.
“No of course not. Consider that a down payment on the stacks we can make together. I can book you in cities across the US...”
My phone ringing pierced the air cutting off Guy from talking. I held up my hand to excuse myself.
“Hello?”
“You don’t have to take the kids to school this morning.” It was Mel. No 'hi' or 'good morning'; he got straight to the point.
“I want to I mean... I’m on my way now.” I pulled my keys from my purse.
“No... Like I said, I am about to drop them off myself. They will see you on Saturday for your visit.” His voice was iceberg cold.
“Can I at least talk to them?”
“No time. We are getting ready. Say hi to Mommy girls.” A few seconds later I heard their angelic voices saying hi. I hadn’t seen them in four days. I felt like a drug addict going through withdrawal.
“I love you girls.” I wasn’t sure if they heard me. Before I could say another word, he was hanging up. In the middle of the parking lot, I was holding my phone ready to cry.
“Are you okay?” I almost forgot Guy was standing there. Thinking of my kids made me forget everything.
“Yeah. Um. I’m fine.” My hands were shaking holding my keys. I just wanted to go home, put my head under a blanket and cry.
“I just want to go home. I need to go home. I’m sorry we can talk another day.” I walked to my car getting in and slamming the door. Putting the key in the ignition I turned it ready to speed off the parking lot and go home to cry but there was nothing. No turn of the engine, no roar of the motor, just a clicking noise as I turned the key.
“Shit... shit... shit!” I screamed to the interior as I beat on the steering wheel. This couldn’t have been happening to me. “Why Lord? I do everything you ask.” I pressed down on the gas turning the key frantic for it to start.
Nothing.
“Pop the hood,” he called to me taking off his jacket and throwing it in his drop top. I did as he said saying a silent prayer as he lifted the hood. I didn’t know what he was doing, and then I saw his hands move a few things. I put my head down in prayer.
Lord, I can’t take this right now. I need this car to get to work.
Knocks on my window startled me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Shit, I was acting like a crazy woman.
He gave me a motion to try it again. A series of clicking noises then nothing.
“Fuck.” I opened the door to get out. I felt like kicking the car but what would that help?
“I can give you a ride.” he smiled his hands dirty now with oil and black soot covering them. I didn’t know this man but he did have a card and seemed nice enough and looking at my beat up non-starting jalopy, I didn’t have much of a choice.
I took my bags from the car feeling depleted. Guy grabbed for them, being the perfect gentleman as he held my hand walking me to the passenger side of his car. He opened it for me letting me get inside and putting my bags in the back seat. No one had done anything nice for me in weeks, months maybe.
He took off his jacket and handed it to me as he got in.
“Here cover your arms in this. It’s a little chilly with the top down.” He smiled with his dimples waving at me and his eyes hazel with a shot of electric red. I didn’t notice these things in the club. Inside there, he was just another guy, a dollar sign actually but out here, he was nice, like a knight here to save me.
“I really appreciate this.” I traced his card in my fingers as I directed him on the way to get to my house.
“No need to thank me yet. Just wait till we make all this money. You won’t have to worry about anymore bills or cars breaking down.” He winked as he pulled off the lot into traffic. I wasn’t sure but I felt like God was trying to tell me something. Maybe God brought him to me.
Why else would this man be so nice? I wasn’t sure but I was happy that he did because I had just made my decision about how I wanted my day to go. I wasn’t sure if I had enough courage to pull it off but I definitely knew that I wanted Guy’s company. I was tired of being alone.
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On the road, home I thought about my kids. How the last few weeks were hard but things were looking up. I got the power back on and soon I would be able to afford for them to come back home. In the meantime, I was lonely, only my kids loved me and without them around, I felt empty.
“It’s the apartment right here.” I told Guy pointing to the brick apartment building. It wasn’t much but it was all I could afford. At least it was daytime, because at night this place was downright embarrassing. For some reason I didn’t want my new friend seeing that just yet.
Pulling in front of my apartment, I had the feeling that I didn’t want him to go. I just wanted to talk to someone today. I wanted to feel like someone cared about me, but he probably didn’t want all of that.
“Thanks for the ride.” I gathered my things thinking of how I could get him in my apartment without looking too desperate. “You wanna come in and wash your hands. It’s the least I can do.” He looked from me to his hands. “Yeah if you don’t mind. I don’t want to look like a grease monkey.” He laughed and so did I.
My apartment building was modest to say the least. Brick exterior and a dirty entryway that I fought with the other tenants to keep clean. I tried not looking at all of that this morning, rushing to open the door and ushering Guy inside my haven.
I gauged his reaction as we walked in with his eyes going over my second hand furniture but focusing on the pictures of my girls on the mantle. The paintings of theirs that I had framed on the walls. My shotgun style apartment with one bedroom in the back for the girls and the fold out couch in the living room served as my bed.
“The bathroom is right there, first door on your left.” I told him as I prayed I left the bathroom presentable. Luckily, the rest of the house was pristine since the girls weren’t here, but I prayed that my cleaning made up for how old everything was.
“Are these your kids?” he asked from the bathroom probably speaking of their small pictures that were glued to the vanity mirror.
“Yep, those are my babies.” I called after him as I sunk into the couch. Finally sitting down to relax I finally felt all those hours of walking and dancing catch up to me.
He walked back into the living room. Clean hands again with his dimples showing from his smile.
“You have beautiful kids.” He gave the compliment now going to the mantle and looking at even more pictures of my babies.
“Thank you. I just wish I could give them more.” I opened up to him for some reason. Maybe it was the easygoing way about him.
“I understand that. And I think I can help.” He turned back to me, coming and sitting beside me on the couch.
“I saw how you worked that pole tonight. How long have you been doing that?” I didn’t mean to laugh in his face but the thought of me
doing that well was hilarious since it was my first night but I did have practice.
“I got into pole dancing classes after my second child. Three classes a week for months really taught me some things, the instructor was an actual stripper.” He raised an eyebrow at that.
“She taught you well. I know I could get you some good gigs. Just need to do a photo shoot, maybe get a video of you working and get you some new clothes and we’re in there.”
When he mentioned all that, I felt naked. I couldn’t afford any of that right now.
“I can’t afford that Guy. I appreciate your help but...” He put his finger to my lips silencing my protests. I felt like a lightning bolt went from his finger to my lips, I couldn’t speak as he stared deep into my eyes, a serious nature had possessed him and I was completely focused and waiting on what he had to say.
“That’s what a manager is for. When we start making money, I recoup that way. I know you aren’t use to someone being nice to you. But let me help.” I thought about it, thinking of what this all would mean.
“I appreciate that. I really need to get my girls back. That’s what got me so upset when we were in the parking lot. Their Dad has them now and I need them home.” My voice changed, cracking a bit until the waterworks came. “So you helping me would mean... a lot.” I tried wiping my tears away but he did it for me. Moving closer his lips touched mine as he grabbed and pulled me close. I needed this and wanted it... but no, it was too soon. Pushing Guy away, I tried focusing my mind.
“No this is too soon. I really like you but...”
“But what? I saw you last night and was just taken by you. Out of every girl in the room, you were the only one that shined for me. I tried going home but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
He looked so serious, not a line of a grin anywhere in sight.
“You need to let someone care for you. I know we just met but I want to help you for some reason.” He shook his head turning away. “I didn’t want to tell you this but I feel like I’ve known you forever. Like I can trust you or something.” Dammit... I felt him like he was the most genuine man that I had met.
I grabbed at his arm and turning around his eyes were also full of tears.
“I’ve been through the same thing you have. Trying to get joint custody with my kid’s Mom nearly drove me insane. I just want to help you get out of this.” Inching back closer he kissed me again, a hungry kiss like he hadn’t seen me in years.
I wasn’t fooling Guy, I wanted him and having sex on the first day was fine between two adults. I let go, pulling off my jacket and pulling at his shirt yearning to touch his skin. Unlocking lips just for a moment to pull our shirts off. Me in only a bra and Guy with his bare chest, his muscles looked like he hopped from a magazine and on to my couch with his hand crafted muscles.
“You are so beautiful.” He told me going to my breasts, delicately pulling them from the bra and taking them in his mouth, I wanted to stop this. It had to be a rule somewhere in the unwritten rulebook of strippers that I should not get this much pleasure from a customer. It was as if he already knew exactly what I liked.
He kissed my neck just under my ear and sucked not too hard but enough to let me know he meant business. His hands traveled down my pants and had them off before I could attempt to stop him. When his fingers traveled into my panties, I felt like I was in a different atmosphere.
“Relax baby. You deserve this.” He pushed me back on the couch pulling off my panties and tossing them across the room. I had danced half naked all night but right here during the day I still felt nervous as Guy looked at my manicured sex. A perfect landing strip of hair that he ran his hand across, sending shocks to my body.
“Nobody has touched me there in a while.” I admitted to him after a seizure like convulsion pulsed through my body. He ran his hand across me again licking his lips as he showed me his dimples.
Before I could protest, his dimples disappeared between my legs. Me laying on the couch and his legs kneeling on the floor as he nestled his nose into my private place. Intimate tickles turned into small locks as he took my breath away and slid his wet tongue against my flesh.
“You taste even better than you look” he admitted as he sucked me, the sound of him slurping me echoed through the house. I rubbed his head as his tongue rubbed me. He was right I did need this.
I let go as my body flushed with the rushing waves that he was inflicting on my sex. I let him have full control over my body as he wrapped my legs around his head. I squeezed his head like a python as he picked up the pace. He was now poking my pussy with his tongue imitating a dick.
“Please stick it in.” I begged him now. Once he dived inside me, all bets were off but I didn’t care.
My discarded purse by the door bulged with money, that site alone made me wet.
After all the dick grinding and dancing, I needed something strong and hard inside me.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me now.” I told him pushing his head back. Wide eyes he grabbed for his pants pulling out a condom.
Pulling down his jeans, I saw his cock. His dick was a huge veined chocolate monster that pulsed as he slid the condom down over his stick.
I opened my legs, ready to receive him lying on my back in the usual missionary position, but that wasn’t Guys plan at all.
He pulled me up, pushing me over the back of the couch so far that my hands nearly touched the floor and before I could beg, he was easing inside me.
The grinding of his hips against my ass as he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back sent chills through my body. This was it, I could feel it. For once I was going to get fucked and not make some sweet boring love. Tonight I needed to feel pain and pleasure.
“Yeah, you feel all that dick.” He eased it inside me, filling me and when I thought I reached my max, he was pushed it in some more.
“Oh my god!” I moaned. He grinded his hips into my ass, measured strokes and when I got used to it and began throwing my ass back on him he switched me around. Pulling one of my legs up and resting it on the back of the couch he picked up the pace now pulling my arms behind me like stirrups.
He rode my ass like a horse and I screamed at him like a child cheering him on.
“Fuck me... Oh my god. Hit that pussy Guy.” That only encouraged him pulling me back from over the couch and pushing my head down in the couch cushions. My screams muffled and he took no time off pushing himself deep into my folds as my pussy held him inside me like a suction cup.
“Please don’t stop.” I begged him squeezing my eyes closed. This was therapy. Back breaking, fuck the pain out of me therapy.
“I’m gonna make you a star.” He moaned as he shortened his strokes, short and hard ass slapping hits to me.
“You hear me? I’m going to make you a fucking star.” I believed him; every word and every stroke of him was like a hypnotist swinging a watch in front of my face.
“Yes... Yes...” I screamed as one of his hands traveled to my clit massaging as he pumped into me.
“Thousands of dollars. More money than you can count. I’m gonna take you out of here. You hear me?” Why was he doing this, who was this man, this perfect dick-carrying warrior that was willing to help me so much?
“I’m the best fucking thing that has ever happened to you.” He went back to his onslaught of full pumps into my pussy as my wetness covered him making the sound of a diver plunging into the ocean.
With his spear, he plunged into me, fucking me to euphoria. I felt my orgasm, the first orgasm from anything other than my own hands in months.
“You just gotta trust me. You hear me?” He kept pounding with every word. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes...Yes I trust you.” I said without thinking. I met him today but I really did trust him. My pussy was already his and I hadn’t known him a full twenty-four hours yet.
If that wasn’t trust, I didn’t know what was.
Chapter 5
Blu
I
was at work doing the thing I loved most, counting money. I was sitting on the stage in plain clothes with the lights on and the money piled on the stage. Besides separating the bills I thought about the past few weeks of my life since I put Chad out.
In that time I did a complete overhaul spending my days working and my nights shopping. It was a stress reliever for me, and hell, it wasn’t like I wasn’t making enough money. My brother’s accounts were swollen from all the money I threw their way and as long as they were cool, I was happy. Plus my plan was what kept me going. Every day, with the passing weeks, I got closer and closer to Carl’s bitch ass. And now as I was counting up I felt it was time I take things to the next level.
I wanted to concentrate on my own shit but instead I was being talked to death by this bitch Tori. She sat across from me on the stage, helping sort the bills from one of our combined stage sharing routines. She was a good worker, making the trick ass customers spend their checks on her fat ass but when she spoke, she sounded like a lovesick teenager. I didn’t start listening until she started talking about money.
“So we went about five hours away this time and I made five thousand for the night.” That made my ears perk up.
“You and who?” I asked her finally hearing her.
“Me and Guy remember? My first customer. I’m still dating him.”
I remembered some weeks ago she told me about some man she met in the club but again, if it isn’t about money I wasn’t listening. Plus I couldn’t remember what I wore yesterday let alone her first customer from weeks ago. Who cared anyways?
“The one you met from here and took him home to fuck.” I made fun of her. When she told me about what happened I told her she was the dumbest stripper bitch in the world. Rule over all rules is you never let a trick know where you lay your head.
“Yeah that one. I know it was a bad decision but his dick is so big...” her eyes rolled in the back of her head as if she was remembering the feel right now.
“Oh yeah.” I listened to the details as she talked about how he was a pussy-eating monster, and his dick was like a giant tool of cumming.
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