by Amour
“What’s up, Beautyful and Luxury?” said the dark-skinned guy with the gold grill in his mouth.
“Hey, baby,” Chelsea answered. They both gave him a hug. I figured Luxury was Chelsea’s stripping name. I stood there, silent, as I felt the other guys’ eyes on my ass.
“Y’all work tonight?” A light-skinned, sexy guy asked them. His diamonds sparkled the entire time we were in his presence.
They both said no, and then Beautyful told them we had to get going. Once we walked into the first store that caught our interest, the shopping began. In there, they told me that they got niggas approaching them all the time, thinking they knew them. They said they didn’t mind it, though. I wanted to know what exactly had made them want to start stripping.
“Just something to do,” Beautyful said and giggled.
“We just started doing it, and then we got fame from it. People started asking us to do videos, and then that turned into fucking celebrities and getting jobs hosting at various events. Now we paid!” Chelsea added, giving me the rundown.
I listened, soaking up every piece of information given to me.
“Yeah, Cliff will take good care of you, but what’s better than having ya own? At any given time, a nigga can just throw you out, ’cause he know you’ll need him. You gotta get your own, just in case,” Beautyful told me.
She was making a lot of sense. I thought about the five stacks Omar had given me. I decided I would use that as rainy day money. I would soon find out, though, that the lifestyle I was being introduced to would make that five thousand dollars look like lunch money.
The light-skinned guy that was with the group of niggas came in the store and walked up to me. “What’s yo’ name?” he asked.
I wondered what made him come to me. “Crystal,” I said confidently.
“I’m Jeremy. Put my number in yo’ phone,” he demanded.
I pulled my phone out of my bag and entered his number and name. He told me I looked foreign and that he liked my proper voice. I told him I would call him, and then he left the store.
I had all intentions of calling him. He was sexy, and he was the only attractive one in the group. He didn’t know me, and neither did anyone else in this city, so I could fuck and suck whomever I wanted.
Even thought my appearance had changed, my appetite for sex surely hadn’t. If anything, it had gotten bigger. The thought of no one knowing me made me just want to have one-night stands with any and everybody.
“He has money. He tips real good at Magic City,” Chelsea informed me. I looked at her with uncertainty. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Cliff. Truth be told, he don’t deserve you, so do you, Mama,” she said as she showed me a cream leather jacket and some straight-legged jeans with cutout holes in them.
The outfit, shoes, and accessories came out to a little over three thousand dollars. It looked pretty plain to me. They both found it cute and decided to get the same thing in different colors.
“I think Cliff ain’t gon’ feel this outfit,” I told them. I grew nervous.
“Oh, that ain’t for the ceremony. That’s for afterward, when we go for drinks without Cliff,” said Chelsea as she led us into another store to find me a dress.
The Ceremony was held at the Velvet Room, a nightclub. They had shut it down and were using it as the venue for this particular event. The whole club was red. I thought it was cute since Cliff and I were both wearing red.
We looked like the happiest couple alive, taking numerous photos on the red carpet, kissing and hugging all over every other minute. He was being so kind and loving to me, and I saw why I had developed a few feelings for him in the beginning. Everyone complimented him on me. A few of his friends were even checking me out. He told me not to speak unless I was spoken to, so I was quiet for the most part. In other words, I was his trophy.
The food was catered, and there were way too many drinks flowing among the people. Cliff was drunk before long, and every word that came out of his mouth was slurred. His bodyguard had to practically carry him out when it was over.
After the ceremony, we headed to our limo to go home. Cliff’s drunk ass was in my ear the entire time, telling me how good he was going to fuck me. I was hoping like hell he would go home and fall asleep, but he was too persistent.
When we got home, we went straight to our bedroom. I peeled my dress off and laid it on the bed. He started kissing me on the neck and telling me how bad he wanted to taste me. I really wasn’t in the mood to fuck him. I also knew better then to deny him.
He slid my red thong off and began drinking my juices. I was feeling too good to tell him to stop, and after a while I didn’t want him to. I was on cloud nine. When he lifted his head up, I saw Mike. I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I grabbed his face, and he grabbed my hands and pinned them down. He started to kiss me sloppily on the mouth. I was disgusted and wanted him off of me so bad. The more I resisted, the more he wanted from me.
He stuck his dick in without putting on a condom. He started stroking me fast and rough. My inner thigh was in pain, and my pussy was sore. I kept saying “Ow!” but that didn’t make the situation any better. He put his hand over my mouth. He pinned my legs so far back that I thought they would break. He continued to hump me fast and hard. I prayed he would cum sooner rather than later.
After ten minutes of pure pain, he came. His body lay heavy on mine, and he was breathing like a monster. He repeatedly told me he loved me, and then he was sound asleep. I slid from under him and went to take a shower.
I had plans.
Chapter 14
We ended up at Club Edge on Edgewater Avenue. We went straight to the VIP line, and this dark-skinned nigga paid for us all to get in. When we got inside the club, he guided us to his VIP table, where there was plenty of Cîroc and Hennessy for the entire club.
We sat down and got acquainted with all the other niggas that were in the VIP section. The nigga who paid our way sat down next to me. I was rocking all black, and my tight dress complemented my new curves. The music was loud, so I could barely hear what he was saying.
When he leaned in closer and repeated what he said the first time, I heard him say, “Let me pay for it.” He was referring to my ass.
“It’s not for sale,” I replied.
He looked at me and smiled. He got up and headed elsewhere.
“What did he say?” Beautyful asked.
I told her what he said, and she looked at me like I was stupid. She gave me that “Why didn’t you take the offer?” face. I began to realize that if the price was right, anything went with these two. I loved sex dearly. The thing was, I hadn’t had any good sex in a while. It wasn’t like the guy knew me or would ever see me again. I started to regret that I didn’t take him up on the offer. I would have gotten two of my favorite things from him: sex and money
A few niggas came and sat in between the three of us. A nigga was in both Chelsea’s and Beautyful’s ears. The one sitting next to me was about to get in my ear until Mr. Pay Our Way came and dismissed him.
He got back in my ear and said, “Yeah, I’m persistent.”
We both shared a laugh. I had made up my mind that I would fuck him. I did have sex with Cliff all of three hours ago, but I hadn’t wanted it or enjoyed that. I decided that I would make up for the loss.
We all decided that we would leave the club early. We followed him and his boys in Beautyful’s BMW. We ended up at the Hyatt Regency, where we got three separate rooms. While they got the rooms in order, the girls schooled me.
“Get your money up front. Don’t let that nigga hit you with the okeydoke,” Chelsea warned.
“Nothing less than a stack,” Beautyful added.
“Oh yeah, and no sucking dick. You don’t know him like that,” Chelsea mentioned.
I stood there nodding my head. I was soaking all the information in. It was crazy that not that long ago I was in Chicago, with a professional job, and now I was on the run in Atlanta, being a ho.
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bsp; They signaled for us to hurry up as we all headed to the elevator. While in it, Mr. Pay Our Way put his hands up my skirt. He was playing with my pussy, which was still a little tender from Cliff. He was licking on my earlobe and talking dirty in my ear.
When the elevator reached the sixth floor, we all got off and followed the guys to the designated rooms. As soon as Mr. Pay Our Way and I got into our room, he turned the lights out. I quickly turned them back on.
“As much as I wanna fuck you, I’m gon’ need mine now,” I said with my hand out. He dug in his pocket and peeled off twenty-one hundred-dollar bills. He put the rest of his money in his smoke-gray Crown Holder jeans and recounted the bills meant for me.
After he was sure it was the correct amount, he handed the money to me. I put the money in my handbag and set it on the table. He hit the light switch again and pushed me down on the bed.
He bit my black G-string off and began nibbling on my clit. I instantly got wet. He slurped on my juices, and then he came up and started kissing his way up my neck. I could barely see him in the dark. All I could see was his silhouette. He put on a condom and slid his thick dick inside. He rolled his hips, which made his dick twirl inside my pussy. I held on to his shoulders firmly.
He then started thrusting his body against mine quickly. It was like he was in a rush. I went along with the flow as I tried to hump him back. Then he slowed down his pace, and all I could hear were my juices making a gushy noise.
He whispered something in my ear, but all I heard was, “You’ll never see our daughter.” I knew I didn’t have anything handy to hit him with. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was Mike’s trifling ass. He was fucking me in a rough way now, and I knew he was just trying to be funny.
I couldn’t wait until he got up off of me, because I knew I would handle his ass. We fucked all of five minutes before his no-stamina ass came. He got up off of me, rolled over, and fell asleep within minutes. He was snoring loudly, and that let me know he was in a deep sleep. I put a pillow over his head and sat on it. He woke up and began kicking and moving his arms franticly.
“Mike, now who ain’t gon’ see her?” I asked.
With all the hollering he was doing, I didn’t hear a response. When his body no longer moved, I hopped up off his head. I took the pillow from off his head and went back to those stacks in his pockets, which would take an entire day to count. I stuffed them in my bag and got dressed.
“I wonder if a dead man’s dick can get hard,” I said as I made my way back over to him to see if it could. I put his dick in my mouth, and I sucked on it for a minute. It still was soft and flimsy. I got angry. I looked in my bag for anything to harm him with, but all I could find was an eyebrow archer. I took the top off and sliced his dick up.
“You trifling bitch! You didn’t have any problems getting your dick hard when we made our daughter!” I screamed. I continued slicing his dick until he was lying in his own puddle of blood on the bed. “Where is she, Mike? Where is she?” I cried.
I longed to see my daughter, and I knew she felt the same. I got up and went to the window and threw the archer out of it. I got in the other bed, and I lay still. I cried, thinking about my child. Mike was an evil-ass bastard for keeping us from each other. There was no way he could care for her better than I could. Now that he was dead, they would grant me custody. There were knocks on the door, and I grabbed my bag and crept to the door. I looked through the peephole, and standing on the other side of the door were Chelsea and Beautyful. I opened the door halfway.
“Bitch, come on! We hit a lick,” Chelsea whispered.
I stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind me, and we ran to the elevator. When we reached the main floor, we ran out to the car. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. We sped all the way to Cliff’s house.
I inched open the door to Cliff’s bedroom and found that he was snoring. I took my heels off and tiptoed into the room. I was scared as hell and totally regretted going out tonight. I slowly closed the door behind me and slid out of my tight black dress, placing it with my bag over in the closet. I crept to the bathroom and quietly closed the door. Then I locked it.
My bladder was full, and I think my nervousness made it even worse. I instantly sat on the toilet and pissed. I decided to quickly take a bird bath and grabbed a nearby washcloth, ran it under warm water in the sink, and went back to sit on the toilet. I washed my pussy while sitting on the toilet. I decided to wash under my titties and armpits too. After I was done with that, I stood up and tried to flush the toilet quietly, knowing that was impossible.
I washed my hands and patted them dry on a towel. I turned the lights off as I opened the door, and that was when I felt a hard force against my face. I fell back onto the floor. I hit my head so hard against the marble bathroom floor that my head began to spin.
My ankles were grabbed, and the grip around them was unbearable. I was dragged into the bedroom, causing me to get carpet burns. I screamed and cried out loudly. My legs were thrown, and they hit the wooden bed frame. It hurt so badly. I sat up to hold my legs where they hit the bed, and then there was a punch to my nose and I fell backward.
When I opened my eyes, Cliff was above me, on his knees. He put his hands around my neck and whispered in my ear, “Angel, you are making me turn into something we both won’t be able to handle.” He let my head hit the floor, and then he got up and got back in bed. I lay there with my legs and face in pain. I thought I was slick, but he was two steps ahead of me.
I was in the kitchen, getting the necessities to make Cliff and myself some breakfast. Cliff would be arriving from boxing practice in an hour, and I was determined to keep him happy. It would prevent me from getting my ass whupped. No one was in the house but me. Since I was alone, I decided to wear this sexy, short gown with no panties underneath. Chelsea was out in the streets, and she had invited me to come along, but I had declined.
I decided that I wouldn’t go out with her until our Miami trip, which was in less than a week. She seemed to be the root of all evil with her scams and lifestyle. Even though she was a ton of fun, my body couldn’t take another hit.
Tristan came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I continued taking things out of the refrigerator for our meal. He watched my every move. After minutes and minutes of staring, he got up. My back was facing him, so I didn’t see him, but I heard him. He turned me around, knelt down, went under my short gown, and slid his tongue across my pussy.
My juices started flowing, and it was almost as if I could feel them coming down my inner thigh. He stood up and stared at me. He was sexy as hell, and the look he was giving me made me want to climb on top of him. I stood there, deciding if I should take the chance or not. I mean, what were the chances of the two of us being here alone? It was the perfect opportunity.
He grabbed my hand and led me down to the basement. We ended up in the laundry room in the far back. He lifted me on top of the dryer and turned it on, which turned me on. The way it vibrated under me took me someplace else. He pulled out his dick.
“You knew you were going to fuck me?” I asked. I didn’t really like the fact that he was so sure of himself. His sexy smile made me throw that thought out of my mind. I grabbed his face and started tonguing him down.
Then I grabbed his dick and put it in myself. I was thirsty for him. He lifted his right eyebrow, and I grabbed the back of his neck and started kissing him again. He started grinding me and working me slowly. It felt so good, as if his dick was made just for me. He sucked on my fingertips, and then he put my own hand on my clit. I staring playing with myself, turning him on. That made him fuck me even better. I wrapped my legs around his legs and pulled him closer to me to get his dick deeper inside me.
I let out a small moan. This felt way too good. I was still playing with myself.
“Let me lick that off your hand,” he said seductively. I put my fingers in his mouth. The warmth felt so good. I started nibbling on his shoulder, and
then he started pumping me hard, but still so slowly.
“Go faster,” I cried.
He sped it up, and I started pulling my hair. My eyes were closed tight, but I knew when I opened them, I would see Mike . . . and I did. It was only for a split second, and before I could react, I saw Tristan with his dreads, which were no longer in a ponytail. Sweat was forming on his forehead.
I wiped it off with my hand. He was looking down, watching his dick go in and out of my pussy. When he looked up at me, biting his bottom lip, I started to lose control. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, my toes curled, and then I came.
He kissed me, and then he picked me up and placed me on the floor. He left the room and came back with a wet washcloth. I washed myself quickly. I fixed my hair, and after Trist gave me the “You look okay” nod of approval, I was set. Above us, we heard movement, meaning someone was home. I looked at Trist with fear in my eyes. I prayed it wasn’t Cliff.
“If it’s my brother, just say you was washing clothes. I’ll stay down here for a while,” he whispered. He handed me a basket of clean clothes, and I headed up the steps. When I reached the top, Cliff was there, sitting at the table.
“Baby, your home early,” I said in a sweet voice.
He looked me up and down, and then he stood up. I dropped the laundry basket, hoping like hell he didn’t hit me. He opened his arms, and I went to give him a hug. He rubbed on my ass.
“No panties?” he asked with a big smile.
I smiled back. I hoped sex was the last thing on his mind. He grabbed my arm and led me upstairs. I wanted to cry. I didn’t think my body could take it. I had fucked his brother five minutes ago. My poor pussy couldn’t take it.
He instructed me to lie down, and I begged to give him head instead, but he wanted to be inside of me. I wasn’t sure if he would be able to tell that I had just got done fucking or not. If he did, I would be good as dead, and I didn’t want to die.
He told me that he was going to step in the shower, and when he got out, he wanted me to be completely naked. He left the room, and I looked through the crack in the bedroom door and saw Trist blow me a kiss. It made me blush.