If y’all don’t have any other questions, I’m through. Oh, Juicy said, y’all orders need to be giving to him a week in advance,” I finished.
“Juicy always changing something. If he wasn’t the best, I’d buy off the rack,” Cinnamon sassed, while playfully rolling her eyes.
“Hol’ on, Miss Thang. You can do the rack, boo. Go head, be common. Y’all be asking fa’ miracles. Big tittie heffas. Do y’all know how much wire it takes to make them jugs stand to attention? And, Cinnamon, you need to hush, wit them 50triple H’s yah ass got. I had ta hit the hardware store just fa’ enuff wire fa’ yah shit,” his voice sassed, coming from the kitchen, causing everyone to holler.
Juicy is the baddest designer in the game. Any type of costume you want, he got it fa’ yah ass. I met him at Undress. The club I worked at up in Rock Hill, as I put myself through Limestone College. I started off as a topless waitress, before moving to the stage.
My stage presence made men flock to me. The way I moved, the seduction I alluded, caused me to be the headliner. The money I made Wednesday through Saturday, was more than enough to pay my tuition and have a banging savings account. Undress is where I saw all the things that were being done wrong.
“I should’ve known yo ass was somewhere hiding. Yah scary ass always have P to do yo dirty work. That’s who you need to question, P. His ass knows eerrythang,” Cinnamon taunted, while giggling.
“Pssh, don’t hate on me cuz I’m beautiful. And heffa, hide? All this sexiness is too damn much to hide. Ack like yah ass know,” he clapped back, while smacking on a finger sandwich.
At all meetings, there’s always light refreshments. At the parties, there’s real food.
“Okay, y’all take that up with him later. If there’s nothing else. Y’all are free to go. Thank y’all again, fa’ everything y’all do,” I dismissed.
Gathering my notepad, I headed back to my office, while the girls went in on Juicy. Clicking my remote on my key chain, my door slid open. It’s metal, my whole office is soundproof.
“You good, P? Yo ass looks rough. Go on home, get chu’ some rest,” Bo-Bo stated, following me.
“Oh, I am, and I will. I just need to change some shit. Get Spook fa’ me, please,” I requested, taking a seat behind my desk.
“Got cha,” was all he said, walking off.
Taking a moment to just let my tired aching muscles relinquish in the feel of my Italian leather high back oversized desk chair. This is one of the best purchases I have ever made. Truly worth the twenty-five hundred dollar price tag.
Turning my Mac computer on, logging quickly into the surveillance cameras. Typing in last night’s date, Pooty Tang’s number, and Velvet Room Two, the footage pulled up. Hitting play, I zoomed in on the man that’s heading to the room.
Typing in the request information to see who this bastard is. Any patron can request a private room, and which dancer, from the bottle girl. The bottle girl relays the request to the floor manager through her head piece. They make sure the girl is available, along with the room. If both are available, they make sure the patron is paying by cash or credit.
“Mr. Rodgers,” I mumbled, reading the screen.
“I know that ain’t real,” I mumbled, while watching the screen.
Fast forwarding the video to see what time he leaves. An hour later, he comes out with a lucid Pooty Tang. She kept licking her lips, while stumbling slightly. The quality of the cameras are so good, I can see the glazed over look in her eyes. The guy still didn’t look up. He spent five stacks fa’ an hour.
“He probably fucked her ass too. Trifling, bitch,” I sneered, watching as he got ghost upon seeing Bo-Bo approach.
“Aye, P, you wanted me?” Spook’s voice startled me just a little.
“Yeah, Pooty Tang, she took all her belongings?” I inquired.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.
“Do you have any idea who she’s speaking on? Have you witnessed anything out of the ordinary?” I questioned, eyeing him.
He started shaking his head before I got the question out of my mouth good.
“P, you know if I knew, I would tell ya. You, of all people, know how I feel bout drugs and underhanded shit. I’ll find out tho. Believe that,” he vowed.
“I know, Spook. Thank you,” I acknowledged.
“No problem. Take yo ass home. Yo ass looking haggard. Got me nervous and shit,” he teased.
Picking my pen up, I threw it at him.
“Damn, woman, yo ass got aim,” he chuckled, rubbing his arm.
“Un huh, don’t forget that shit. I’m leaving, y’all asses doing too much, speaking on my looks,” I fussed, shutting things down.
I’ll be back early Monday morning to do the inventory and books for the deposit. Standing from my desk, I grabbed my bag. My crop top pulled against my large breasts. My cotton, gray tights, ain’t leaving shit to the imagination. On Sunday’s, during summer, spring, and fall, this is my typical type of dress. I usually work out and clean my house.
After leaving the hospital this morning, I didn’t make it to my house, which is located in Augusta, until seven this morning. Creamy Pies is located in North Augusta. My dealership, High Line, is located on the outskirts of Columbia.
“Damn, P, why yo mean ass single?” Spook whistled out, while staring at me.
Shrugging my shoulders.
“The fuck if I know. Shit, I ain’t one fa’ the games. I need a real man who can handle my ass. I haven’t ran across one yet,” I answered truthfully.
“You think it’s the business? My ole lady had an issue wit it, until I proved to her looney ass, I’m a faithful motherfucka,” he asked.
“Can’t be, no one knows I own this.”
“Why is that?” He asked.
“Many men, people, automatically assume it’s a man who owns a gentleman’s club. Women, some look at other women funny when learning exotic dancing is their occupation. Granted, there are some who gives the profession a bad name. Not every dancer is a hoe, trick, or gold digging, slut. Most men in this business will look at a woman business owner as weak.
I know I’m not neither. I just don’t want to have to prove myself right now. Plus, right now, it’s some fool tryin’ to ruin my shit. I ain’t having that,” I explained, as best as I can.
I’ve had this conversation with my mom more than once. I don’t hide nothing from her. She’s even given me pointers on what I should and shouldn’t do.
All my dancers, when interviews, had to show proof of what they are working towards. Especially if they are young, college age. Goals are important to me, accomplishing those goals means even more. Everything that I have in place is to help the girls better themselves, not hold them back.
“Much respect, yo ass doing the damn thing, that’s fa’ sho’. I’mma hook yo ass up wit ah real nigga. How you feel bout short men?” He asked, as we moved back through the club.
“Spook, don’t get yo feelings hurt. Look at my ass. Do I look like I deal wit short men?” I sassed, eyeing him.
He chuckled, while nodding slowly.
“True, my bad. Yo ass alone will knock my dude out. I ain’t putting his ass in harm’s way like that. Plus, I love my job, yo ass might shoot and fire me. Forget I said any damn thing. Have a great rest of yah day,” he let me know in a rush.
Laughing at his silly ass, I made my way through the front door.
“Thank you, Spook. I’ll see you on Wednesday night,” I told him.
“Mos’ def’,” was all he said, watching me as I walked to my Lexus truck.
All my exotic, high priced vehicles, stay parked until special occasions.
“Damn.”
I heard hiss like it hurt or something. Forcing my eyes outta my bag. I swear I didn’t mean to drop my keys in here. This shit is like an endless pit. My eyes clashed wit those of Stone. He’s staring at me like he’s appraising me. I continued to me truck. Shit, his ass ain’t speak.
“Stallion, yo ass can’t f
uckin’ speak?” He barked.
“Fuck no. Did you?” I snapped.
His whole body stilled. If I wasn’t looking at him, I would’ve sworn he stopped breathing. Letting his eyes roam from the top of my head to my beautifully pedicure feet, that are currently taken up residence in a pair of Nike Foam flip flops. Watching just his eyes move is creepy as fuck. I’ve never seen someone be this damn still. After his perusal his eyes made it back to my face. His facial expression still didn’t change.
“Damn, yo ass got ah smart fucking mouth. This where yo ass work, huh? That explains a lot,” he spat, glaring at me.
Changing my stance while glaring at his rude ass.
“I ain’t got shit. Especially any patience fa’ an ignorant muthafucka. The fuck does it explain bout me working here?” I sassed, not breaking eye contact with his ass.
He changed his stance, letting me know my tone isn’t appreciated. Then, like something clicked, he made his way to me. Bracing myself, but not showing any fear. He’s so big, built, and gritty. I haven’t ran into a man in forever that had me pulling my dildo out, taking it fa’ a spin, until I went through two four pack of batteries.
“Yo ass would be wise to shut the fuck up sometimes. Yo disrespectful ass should be mindful of who the fuck yah ass is speaking to. I let yo ass slide once,” he gritted out, glaring down at me.
Smacking my teeth. How the hell he alludes so much power and sex appeal, but don’t know how to talk to a female? That’s it, I thought, eyeing him. I take him off his game. Let’s see how close to danger I want to go with tempting the beast.
Taking a deep breath, caused my hefty breasts to rise. I exhaled slowly, allowing my cool minty breath to tickle his nose. Licking my full glossy lips. I got his full attention despite the fact he’s trying to act disinterested. Giggling coyly, while letting my hand fall slowly over my body. Once again, his eyes moved, but nothing else on his body gave any indication that I got him.
“So, you believe yo ass should be able to say anything to me, in any kind of way, and I should be okay with it? The way you are, and have spoken to me, is beyond disrespectful. Have you ever thought, ‘Um, maybe if I show her I can be a gentleman, she may talk to me easier? I can see she’s different from other females. My cocky shit don’t faze her ass.’ Naww, you don’t, do you? Judgy, bastard,” I cooed, batting my eye lashes, while eyeing the ticking muscle in his jaw.
He stepped closer to me, causing the air between us to change.
“I got a way to tame that fuckin’ fat ass mouth of yours. How much do you charge to fuck? I usually don’t trick, but bitches like yo ass don’t know shit else,” he spat, with a smirk on his lips.
With the quickness of a snake strike, I reached out, grabbing his dick. Big muthafucka feels like a lead weight in my hand.
“Bitch, is you stupid?” He growled.
Squeezing his dick a little harder, he winced slightly, although I know he didn’t want to.
“I got yo bitch. Fuck no, I ain’t stupid. Yo ass is tho. Did you fuckin’ forget I pack heat? I’ll send this muthafucka to fucking kingdom come. Yo dawg ass ain’t worth my pussy getting wet fa’. Fuck what the hell yah ass think. You’ll never run across another woman as bad, bold, and tempting, as me. Remember this, bitch,” I hissed, massaging his dick.
His eyes changed. I don’t know what I’m thinking. He fucked up wearing basketball shorts. I’m fucked up being this damn close to him. Wielding my power is turning me on. Ain’t nothing like making a nigga who don’t know his place, learn his place.
He grunted, then bit his lip. Mentally, I patted myself on the back.
Without warning or a word, I reached up, pulling his dreads. Slamming my mouth to his. I figured he’d push me off, but instead, he thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth. I reciprocated, while steady massaging his dick.
His large hands gripped my ass, pulling me flushed against him. His body is firm and warm. Without warning, he picked my left leg up, cocking it round his hip. Releasing his dick, I began grinding into him, as he grinded into me.
Here it is, two o’clock in the damn afternoon, and I’m damn near fucking the nigga who just called me a bitch and a trick. The fuck is wrong with me? I questioned. Abruptly, I pulled away, while dropping my leg. Trying to nudge him out of my space.
“Naww, what’s the problem? Yo ass was ready to bust it open fa’ ah real nigga. I don’t usually kiss hoes. I hope you brush yo teeth after all them dicks yo ass been paid to suck. Ya ass might be worth something to someone else, but yah ass ain’t shit but pussy to fuck fa’ ah price to me,” he spat, nastily.
WHAMP!
I tried to slap another color on his face.
“Bitch,” he hissed, holding his cheek. Giving me what I can only describe as a death look.
Without a word, I reached in my bag, in the hostler, releasing my baby, pulling it out. Chambering a bullet, I stared at his ass. He didn’t move, nor did he raise his hands in surrender. He just eyed me, trying to read my movements.
“Back yo bitch ass up outta my face. I’ve given yo ass time that I can’t get back. Fucker, yo ass got a lesson ta’ learn. I’m the one to teach it ta’ yah ass. Make me repeat myself, and yah ass gonna meet yo maker. Fuck wit me, I dare you.”
I let his ass know, with my voice devoid of any emotion.
He hit me with a smirk, while taking two steps back. Giving me just enough room to open my door and get it. Starting my truck, I ignored his ass. Backing out my spot, I sped out the parking lot, pissed.
“Thank you, God, fa,’ small favors. He reacted like that just because he thinks I work as a dancer, ain’t no telling what he’ll say, or do, if he knew I own the bitch. Now I got to make sure I stay from around his ass. He’s causing me more issues than just physical. Emotionally, I’m pulled towards him. Either way, I ain’t ready fa’ none of it.”
Speaking out loud, in hopes that my words will hit their mark. But by the way my skin is tingling from his touch, and my clit is thumping from feeling his swollen head, my words ain’t did shit, but made the empty space have sound fa’ a minute.
Stone
Grabbing my dick on instinct. Muthafucka still on brick.
“Fuck it, she done started something,” I grumbled, eyeing her Lexus truck as it sped out the lot.
Stallion been on my damn mind since the damn bash. A female ain’t never lived in my brain that damn long. Especially one I ain’t even busted a nut on. I ain’t even had no pussy for her thick ass being on my damn mind.
Imagine my damn face when Racks called me telling me he’s meeting Banks at the hospital. My first thought was somebody bout to die for shooting my bruh. Racks didn’t know the full story, all he knew from Dawg was the back apartment was set on fire, and Banks was damn near blinded.
We walked up in the hospital, to find Banks trying to get some information on a little boy. Racks didn’t even wait.
“Banks, the fuck wrong wit yo ass?”
At the sound of his voice, Banks turned. His eyes were red, slightly swollen, and irritated.
“Nothing. I ain’t here fa’ me. I’m tryin’ to get some info. This dizzy brawd ain’t tryin’ ta hear my ass tho,” he spat, turning back to the nurse.
She looked between the three of us. I don’t know what the fuck she was hoping for, ain’t none of our asses is civil.
“Seaqual,” Banks said, slowly, pulling her attention.
“Um, last name?” She stammered out.
“The hell you need the damn last name fa? How many Seaqual’s yo ass know?” He snapped.
She blanched, looking down at her keyboard, like her ass praying it will type out the information fa’ her ass.
“Man, yo ass up here making nurses nervous. The fuck happened?” Racks snapped.
Nigga impatient as fuck. Banks woke his ass up outta his damn sleep. He don’t sleep that damn much as it is. Banks sighed, then told us everything that happened. It wasn’t a laughing matter. Racks hollered though, I even had to chuckle. Nees
ha’s ass fuckin’ beyond crazy. I’d told Banks bout his stupid ass baby mama. At the end of his story, a voice I couldn’t get out my damn head sounded.
“Excuse me, Seaqual Miller. He was brought in by ambulance. Can you tell me if he’s here and where? Thank you.”
The nurse looked relived, she smiled as we looked on without my permission.
“Damn,” slipped out my mouth.
She didn’t flinch, blanch, bulk, nothing to give any indication that she heard me. She’s the fucking truth, fa’ real. The nurse told us she would go to the back and check for us. Stallion looked at us, spoke, then smirked at Banks, like she knew something we didn’t.
Racks spoke to her, asking how she was doing and why did she smirk at Banks. She gave Racks a sweet smile, that pissed me off.
“I know Neesha’s handy work,” was all she said, causing Racks to chuckle.
We waited for bout fifteen minutes, before the nurse came and escorted us back. I wanted to knock Racks’ eyes outta his fucking head. His ass was too into following the sway and jiggle of Stallion’s ass. Seeing Stallion embrace Neesha, caused something in me to shift slightly. The fact everybody was getting her attention but me, didn’t sit good wit my ass, so I spoke on it.
Once again, she shut me down. Usually, I don’t let brawds be on that disrespectful shit, but Stallion, I realize I enjoy hearing her voice. We left the hospital and went straight back to LSC. Of course, the entire trip, Racks ass wouldn’t let Banks nor me off the hook as far as them females went.
I refused to justify shit to his ass. All that does is gives his ass mo’ ammunition to use ‘gainst yah ass later. Making it to LSC, Ocean and her mama, I’d guess that was her mama, was fighting. Banks screeched to a halt, jumping out like his name is Shaft and shit. Racks and I stepped out. The hoodbuggers tried straightening themselves, like that shit helps. Ignoring them, I walked over to the commotion. They know I don’t play this shit.
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