“I feel new.” Priscilla chuckled as we got dressed in the back. We had to disrobe for our massages earlier.
“Me too. I haven’t had a massage in two months.” Blaise shook her head, reaching for her dress.
“How the hell did you get abs?” I asked her, amazed. My body was very nice, but abs was something I couldn’t achieve.
“I looked like the Michelin Man after I had my daughter, so I went a little crazy trying to drop the weight.” After speaking, I noticed her eyes zone out like she was in deep thought. “Anyway, should we have dinner on the rooftop or in the lounge?”
“Rooftop,” Priscilla and I answered together.
We went up there, and although we didn’t have a reservation, the hostess allowed us to be seated. I noticed this whole time, Blaise hadn’t been drinking alcohol, not even the champagne offered to us in the spa. And Priscilla’s comment about her having to deal with Belly now, pretty much painted the picture for me. I kind of felt bad for her.
“Do you have pictures of how you looked before?” I asked Blaise as we all sipped our drinks, awaiting our meals.
The view up here was beautiful and made me despise my parents even more for keeping me so sheltered. I was too old to not have experienced this type of stuff in my own damn hometown.
“Yes.” She reached into her Dior purse and pulled her iPhone out to show me.
She wasn’t the Michelin Man at all, but she was for sure much bigger, mainly in her stomach and thighs. Her body now was goals, so I was sure she was bummed that she would possibly lose it again.
“Oh, you weren’t bad at all.”
“I told her that, even when she still looked like that.” Priscilla reached for the appetizer right after the waiter set it down.
“So you date Manny? I hope not.” Blaise shoved food into her mouth.
“Oh Lord,” Priscilla added.
“I definitely do not date Manny. He asked me to come out the night you saw us, so I agreed. He’s not my type though.”
“I don’t think thirsty is anyone’s type,” Priscilla replied, making us laugh. “So you deejay, that’s cool. I don’t see you out that much though.”
“Yeah, I umm, kind of just started working more.”
“Well, you’re beautiful, so I know you get a lot of jobs for that and your talent. That’s a win-win in this business.” Blaise looked at me.
“Very true. I always say, if a man wants to pay me for a job based on my looks, I do not mind.” I shrugged.
“Amen!” Blaise and Priscilla chanted together.
We chuckled and continued having conversation. Before I knew it, the sun had set, and we were going to someone’s penthouse for a kickback. My parents had been blowing me up since we had dessert, but I was enjoying myself too much. Not to mention, I couldn’t believe I was hanging out with Blaise and Priscilla. I wondered where that Nichole girl was.
We freshened up in the bathroom and then headed off to the penthouse, which wasn’t too far from the hotel. I found out it belonged to this actor named Romelo Charis. He was on this huge TV show at the moment that everyone talked about. He was a young guy in his early twenties, around our age, so I was a bit surprised that he lived here.
As soon as we walked through the door, we all danced a little bit to “Juveniles” by Wifisfuneral. Soon as we got to the thick of the crowd where everyone was, Blaise and Priscilla really started dancing. I could tell they loved this song. I couldn’t do anything but laugh because they were smiling so much. Someone walked by with champagne flutes in the lowly lit house, so Priscilla and I took one.
“Hey.” Romelo walked right up on Blaise, hugging her body from behind. To my surprise she didn’t push him off, she just grinded on him. He was a sexy guy, not cute, if that makes sense. Like, I would sleep with him; his body was impeccable, and he turned me on, especially on the show, but I wouldn’t call him cute.
Priscilla lifted her eyebrows at me with a smile as we continued to dance, and Blaise continued to freak Romelo. He was paying close attention to her too. And every time he whispered something in her ear, she smiled.
Suddenly, I felt someone grip my hips, and when I looked over my shoulder, it was this R&B singer named Yono. He was super fine and had a voice like silk.
Tossing the rest of my champagne back, I began to move my body against him, and in no time, his dick was hard. All the liquor I’d drank today at the baby shower, the spa, dinner, and even just now, had me lit, and I must say I liked it.
For the next few hours, the three of us had a good time—great time. Yono even asked for my number, which I did give him. Romelo wanted Blaise to spend the night with him, but she shut that down. She was strong because, although I was no sexual deviant, it was just something about him that made me want to bust it open.
“That sexy ass nigga wants to marry you, Blaise,” Priscilla commented as we walked our asses to the truck we were being driven in. It was 4 a.m.
Blaise waved her hand in response as she grinned.
We rode back to the hotel, checked into a room, and then knocked out. I knew I’d pay for it in the morning, and I did. As soon as I walked through the door, I was barraged with insults and put on punishment for a week straight. It was worth it though.
Willem “Will” Dade
“Why is chicken so damn good? Chicken is only good in the club.” This nigga Ozzy shook his head as he tore into his food.
“True as fuck.” Manny nodded, shoving fries into his mouth.
Belly, Manny, them ContraBandz niggas, and I were in the club just chilling. We’d been here for a couple hours now, and shit didn’t seem to be slowing down at all. I didn’t mind, because I wanted to do anything that would keep me from being at home where Dionne may pop up.
Ever since our role-play encounter, shit had been weird as hell. Not to mention I found myself at the brothel way more often than usual. And when out of town with Belly, I was like a crack head needing a hit, on the prowl for hookers. It was at a point now where normal women didn’t turn me on in the slightest, not even ones I found sexy as hell like Priscilla.
Speaking of her, I hadn’t tried to contact her or anything because I was embarrassed as fuck. Plus, it was no point; she had a nigga, I had a girl, and I could only fuck professional hoes.
“Damn, she’s blowing you up.” I looked down to see Sienna calling Belly for the hundredth time tonight.
He simply silenced it before taking a sip of his drink.
“Aye, since you don’t want Sienna no more, can I fuck with her?” Siggy quizzed, causing us all to break out into laughter.
Sienna was beautiful as hell, but that was nothing new for Belly. Kharla, Maia, Cadence, and Blaise were all fine as fuck, but I could see why he wanted Blaise the most. She was the sexiest, in my opinion. She appeared to have her own shit popping, and her world didn’t seem to revolve around Belly like with the other females.
“You can try,” Belly replied, knowing damn well another nigga couldn’t fuck Sienna if he put a gun to her head. She wouldn’t dare.
As they continued to talk, Cole brought some women in who made themselves more comfortable. As they did, I spotted a familiar face down on the dance floor, having a good ass time. She was moving her body in some little ass dress and smiling like I’d never seen her do so before. I didn’t know if she was alone or with friends, but for some reason, it bothered me.
“I’ll be right back.” I stood up then rushed out and down the stairs. Barging through, I made it right to Swan, hugging her body from behind. She immediately yanked away from me, and when she turned to see who it was, she looked angry. “Baby, what you doing out here?” I asked as she looked around like she didn’t want people to see her.
“I’m dancing, same thing everyone else is doing here.”
“Shouldn’t you be at the house?” I moved closer to her since she was so far away, and the music was pretty loud. “I may drop by later.”
“I’m off tonight.” She moved my hands as soon as the
y touched her waist.
“Why you acting like this? Like I can’t touch you and shit?” I placed my hands on her body again, and although she didn’t move them, she looked uncomfortable. “You aight?”
“Yes, I’m fine, but I’m off the clock, Will, and I can’t have this conversation tonight. It’s my night off, and I want to dance. I’m off the clock.”
Her eyes were on her shoes as she talked to me.
“Aight. How many time you gon’ say it? But I need this tonight, so how much? I’ll pay extra. I wanna get some food with you first.”
“Will—”
“Please.” I kissed her lips. She looked different with her hair up; it was nice. “I missed you.”
“You just saw me yesterday.”
“I know, but still.” I shrugged. “Now can you come with me. Whatever price you want me to pay, I will.”
She nodded sadly, so I took her hand into mine while looking up to make sure no one was paying attention. Unfortunately, Belly and I made eye contact, and when his lids lowered, I just shrugged, making him grin. I knew he thought I was just simply cheating on Dionne with some normal girl, so that made him happy since he hated Dionne’s ass. And right now, his thoughts were perfect.
I kept Swan’s hand in mine as I walked her to my whip, because for some reason, I felt like she would run off if I let go. Once we were in the car and on the road, I noticed her eyes bouncing around my car.
“You like it?”
“Yes. I’ve never been in a car this nice.” She touched my dashboard and smiled. “Where are we going for food?”
“You’ll see.” I glanced her way then added, “I want you to stay the night with me after dinner.”
“That’s going to cost you. None of this is for free, Will.”
“Of course, baby. I got you.”
She nodded before exhaling, and for the rest of the ride, we just listened to music. Since it was only ten thirty, I took her to South Beverly Grill. It was a nice spot with pricey but good ass food. Plus, the lighting was dim, and that’s just what I wanted. Not that I was embarrassed of Swan or anything, but I had a girlfriend, and Belly’s ever-growing fame was being passed onto every muthafucka in his life.
“Do you always eat at places this expensive?” Swan quizzed as she looked over the menu.
“Nah, just on dates.”
“Will, this is a date?”
“Yeah it is. Why wouldn’t it be a date?”
“Because a date is something that I would go on, on my free time. This is… work.”
“No, it’s a date.”
Swan didn’t say anything in response; she just nodded.
The waiter came over to take our orders, and I noticed when Swan handed over her ID for the drink, it bore a different name.
“What?” she inquired when she caught me staring her down once the waiter left.
“Who is Tammy?”
“The twenty-four-year-old me, when I want to drink and go to clubs.”
“Wait, you ain’t over twenty-one?”
“No, Will. I just turned twenty a month ago. See, how is this a date and you don’t even know my age?”
“I’m learning.” I rubbed her leg.
After the food came, we scarfed that shit down, and I took her to a hotel suite, because going to my crib was too dangerous; Dionne’s ass might show up. The brothel was a no go because Swan was supposed to be off, and two, I wanted to lay up with her for as long as possible without clock watching.
Not bothering to turn the lights on in the room, I got right to groping Swan and removing her dress. Usually she would take a little bit of charge, but she was different tonight. I wasn’t tripping though.
“I need the money first, Will.”
Pausing, I reached into my jeans and retrieved a knot of cash. Breaking it in half, I gave her one side.
“This is too much—”
“It’s fine.” I shoved the rest of the cash back into my jeans and began removing them.
Once I was naked, I slid Swan’s panties down her sexy legs before laying her down. Slipping my tongue in her mouth, I got ready to slide in, but she stopped me.
“Condom, Will.”
I paused for what seemed like forever, because I didn’t want to move myself from between her legs. Climbing off of the bed, I went into my wallet for a condom, then quickly ripped the shit open to slide it down. I got right back in between her thighs, pushing my way in as I kissed her; Swan was the only hooker I kissed. The way she moaned and how her pussy felt was crazy.
“Shit, Swan,” I moaned, sucking her nipples.
As I sped up, we cried out loudly and in sync, until we both were releasing something serious.
“Oh my gosh.” She panted.
“I wanna be your only client.” I kissed on her neck and collarbone. “You hear me?”
“This is my job, Will. I can’t live off of just your visits.”
“I’ll start seeing you all seven days, instead of five, and paying you double. We can do shit like tonight.”
“No, Will, no.” She moved me from being on top of her.
“Why? What’s the fucking difference? You’re still getting paid, and it’ll be me all the time. You won’t have to spend time with them other niggas, which I know you hate!”
“How do you know what I hate? What makes you think you’re so special that all I think about is you, while I have to work with other men?”
“’Cause you do. I know you do.” I brought her closer to me.
“This isn’t a relationship, Will. I work at a brothel, and you’re a customer. You’re taking this too far.”
“Just think about it.” I removed the condom slowly and dropped it in the wastebasket next to the bed. Turning back over, I got in between her legs and started sucking her lips, making sure another condom was ready.
Tonight cost me a lot of money, but I wasn’t tripping.
A few days later…
“Thank you so much for doing this.” Nichole smiled seductively at me. She was wearing a robe but quickly dropped it. Under, she wore nothing but a bra and the matching underwear.
“No problem.” I directed one of my assistants to fix the lights. “So what exactly will these be for?”
“Just something to keep boosting my following. I want to get my 1.5 million to two million.”
“Well I’m sure these will do it, especially with this outfit.”
“It’s La Perla.”
I knew what she had on was expensive, just from being in the photo industry. I’d taken photos of some high-end brands, and I remembered that La Perla wasn’t cheap.
“Nice.”
I began taking pictures of Nichole about fifteen minutes later once the lighting was right. We were up in this penthouse that I occasionally rented out for photos, depending on the scenery wanted. I figured Nichole would do some sexy shit, and this place was perfect.
About an hour later, we were finished, so I had her come to one of the back rooms with me to look over the work.
“So nice. Are you going to edit these?”
“Yeah, of course; clean them up some, but you don’t need much.” I looked over at her, seeing her robe was slightly open. Nichole was fine as hell, fake body or not. “So you single, looking like that?” I had to ask.
“Not really.” She gave me a wide smile. “You know Ian Bradshaw?”
“Yeah, of course, the quarterback. That’s you?”
“Yeah, but it’s nothing serious like that. I mean, he’s my man, but only because he has the coins, he’s cute, and the dick is good.”
I laughed at her honesty.
“So if he was broke, you wouldn’t want him?”
“Nope. I like niggas who can buy me things, fly me places, and do anything else I want. I’m not the only one; Blaise is like that too.”
That last part caught me off guard.
“Blaise? Belly’s Blaise?”
“Yes, nigga. You know what Blaise I mean. Not too many girls with tha
t name. But yeah, she likes them rich too. Back when we were close and kind of new in this industry, we all wanted to be down with rich niggas. Me, Blaise, Mindy, and this girl named Helen.”
I would definitely be putting Belly up on game about his girl. That nigga was in love with her, it was obvious, but since they were broken up, I was gon’ be sure to advise him to leave shit that way.
“Damn, I thought she was legit. I’ve never heard about her dealing with anybody other than Five-Star and that Merlin nigga.”
“It’s because she’s low key; an undercover hoe.”
“Damn. Glad her and Belly are a wrap though.”
“They are?” Nichole asked a little too excitedly.
“Yeah. You happy or something?” I chuckled.
“No, I just didn’t think Blaise would let him go. Belly is… a hot commodity right now to a lot of women; not to mention he’s what’s hot right now in entertainment period. She got a lot of haters in the industry when she nabbed him.” I nodded, agreeing with her. “I’m sure once everybody finds out that he’s single again, the ladies will be happy.”
“That’s crazy.”
“But now, I need to pay up, right?” Nichole removed the robe again, staring me dead in the eyes.
“Yeah, this was a six-thousand-dollar job.”
“Then I have a lot of work to do.” She straddled me, and my dick was ready to go.
Blaise
“Sorry I took so long to get ready. I’ve been feeling so sick,” I explained to Priscilla as I walked into the living room, holding hands with Island. We were supposed to take the kids to breakfast, but now that it was too late, brunch was it.
“It’s fine. I can only imagine.” Priscilla stood up, holding her son Rafi. He was staring hard at my big screen.
“You like sports already?” I chuckled at how into it he was.
“Yes, it seems like it. Cartoons do not work for him. But if I turn on basketball, football, boxing, hell, even golf, he’s chill.”
Priscilla and I burst into laughter together.
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