by Nako
The way her head constantly hit the wall…The headache she had was well worth it. Porter Bavay was everything the girls said he was. The hype was real.
He didn’t even have to kiss her, she didn’t need her pussy licked or touched. That man was blessed. Dick and dick alone.
“Oh yes!” She remembered whimpering in his ear over and over again as he damn near lifted her legs over her head. He thrusted into her causing her pussy to climax, constantly. She had never cum like that in her life.
Brandon, the guy that was pursuing her, had never touched her like that and she wasn’t sure she’d ever fuck him again. Porter Bavay was caviar and Brandon…was a can of sardines.
“Okay, good. Oh, and the next time you see my wife, you’re to speak and sound as cheerful as possible. We don’t need her thinking that anything happened between us. Cool?”
Porter hopped in the truck and mumbled to himself, “I gotta get some pussy,” thinking that maybe Burke was right. Life wasn’t meant to be alone. He hated to remember the painful truth of him and Kim not being connected in that way even before her death. Every time they talked, she was yelling and cursing at him. They hadn’t had a decent conversation in months. So, should he remain hesitant about getting back out there, or did he even want to date? Sex would probably do the trick. It would take the edge off and help him relax a tad. He felt the pent-up pressure and knew that sooner rather than later he may explode.
His driver heard him but remained silent as he was taught to do.
“Where to sir?”
Porter didn’t plan on going back into work until Monday morning, so he told him, “The gym.”
He had to keep busy, an idle mind was the devil’s workshop. Brandon and Jillian had slipped from his mental in less than two seconds, he had other things to think about.
Whereas, Brandon was left in the driveway of a home that his wife lied and told him had his name on the deed spewing.
Jillian was on the couch thinking of a way to slide into the office come next week to help her boss out with sorting through the mess that Burke had left and the one she refused to clean up while pregnant.
Porter needed her, and she knew that. She had no idea that Brandon didn’t want her to return to work and once he told her, it would be a wrap on whatever they had. She wasn’t staying at home to do nothing, not after all the time and sacrifice she had put into her career. Jillian’s name rang bells and that didn’t happen overnight. Brandon would have to get with the program and fast.
Porter’s mind went to the young lady from the diner who so happened to be the same chick from the strip club. Her face looked familiar, and for some reason, he couldn’t place exactly were from, but it had to be something…
He texted Casey asking if he wanna go out tonight since it was Friday.
“Duh, nigga. Text me the location. Walking in a meeting. My sis wants you to call her too.”
Carmen was like the sister he never had and was lucky that Casey shared her with him.
“Okay bet. May have to take you up on that offer to have me a welcome home thing too.”
Casey was shocked when he read the text. He responded with, “Say less. Big P is officially back!”
He sent a GIF of some black man dancing wildly and Porter didn’t respond. He wasn’t sending emojis/GIFs to no grown ass man.
C H A P T E R 5
I’m yo freaky dancer...dancing for money…I’ll do what you want me to do - Kilo
“Speech! Speech! Speech!”
Leave it up to Casey and Carmen to plan a party in less than a few hours and be able to successfully bring out almost fifty of their closest friends. Porter was amazed. However, when you treated people right and gave off good energy, nine times out of ten it came back to you. This was evident.
He shook his hand as he coolly took another sip of his champagne.
On the closed rooftop of Casey’s building they all vibed to a playlist someone put together and ate tapas, which included smoked salmon chips, lobster mac, seafood egg rolls, and veggie tacos for all his Vegan friends. A few of his sorta-famous friends stopped by to show him some love. He took a few pictures, but not too many because it wasn’t that kind of event. Porter didn’t associate with people that had to prove a point. Wealth was quiet, rich was flashy.
“I don’t have anything to say,” which was the truth.
They weren’t taking no for an answer, so he silenced the crowd and cleared his throat. “First of all, shout out to my weed man because I haven’t smoked in two years and I’m like...out of my mind right now,” he admitted, causing everyone to laugh. The smile on his face was genuine and so many of his loved ones was happy to see that he was still the same cool ass P.
“But no for real, thank y’all for coming out tonight. I know it was a last minute, but after going to see my brother, Burke, I was like life is short and we all deal with things on our own time. I know that everyone came together on my behalf, and not on no Drake shit.”
He shot an arm out in his direction and chuckled, “Love you, nigga!”
He always kept a baddie with him.
“But yeah, thank you for the prayers. It was some nights where I wanted to let go, and I felt God tugging on me. I know that came from the people in this room.”
Some had tears in their eyes while others nodded in agreeance.
“Tonight, we gon’ drink this Bellaire and smoke every pound of this weed cus Big Mo came through with it. Booty club after this,” he announced then told them to cut the music back up.
“To P!” Ashton hollered out.
“Rest up Kim,” someone else shouted and Porter appreciated the respect.
“Rest well my babies,” he added.
He still had shorty on his mind from the diner and wanted to see her, more like fuck her. If he was being honest. The bud had him buzzing and to slide in between something thick while entering a wet and warm oasis would be life right now.
Once the night winded down and the couples who had kids to get home to kissed him goodbye, the few people that were left were mainly his day ones.
“Club?” Carmen asked. She was with whatever tonight, it had been awhile since she went out.
Ashton’s wife shook her head, declining. “We’ll see you guys next time.” Speaking for her and her husband. Casey snickered, “Night-night nigga. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
He’ll be single for the rest of his days before he ever let a woman dictate his every move.
Porter remembered those days from a long, long time ago. Once Kim moved down south, he did what he wanted to do.
His other homie and barber was down to go out, so everyone filed out of Casey’s building and into their individual cars.
“I’ll ride with you,” Casey’s drunk ass said.
His friend Xavier said, “Shit, me too.”
Porter was going to the strip club on a mission. “Ride with Carmen…both of y’all. I’m not coming back this way.”
They both looked at him. “Nigga, where you gotta go?”
He laughed, “Aye man don’t worry about that. Hop in your sister’s whip before she pulls off.”
Casey eyed him carefully. “You know I’m going to find out.” He always did. It was the attorney in him.
“Alright Inspector Gadget, can you call and see if we can get a private room or section?” He couldn’t do the standing in the middle of the club shit again. It was some things in his life that wouldn’t be adjusted and that was one of them.
Carmen drove like a nigga and Porter had to put his foot all the way on the pedal to keep up with her.
“Girl, when you start driving like that?” he asked her once they made it to the club.
She smiled at him. “Running from the police,” she teased.
They walked right in, bypassing the long line plus security.
“Noble said wait right here, they’re getting it together.”
Xavier spoke as he took in the room, “It’s popping in here tonight. I ain’t be
en here in a minute. What made you choose this one, P?”
This particular strip club was for the ratchets, only the drug dealers and scammers hung out at Shakers.
“Y’all know he got a fetish for hood pussy.”
He laughed. “This joker here,” he was talking to Zay.
“I know you not talking!” Carmen nudged him.
Her brother didn’t have a type at all. She was ready for him to slow down and take at least one chick serious.
“Hey, I own up to it though. P is in denial.”
On the low, his eyes were skirting back and forth from the stage to the crowd looking for her.
“Come on.”
Noble had put a light on them to follow him.
“We got the big guys in the building tonight. Y’all hoes better shake it like ya mama made it. What up, P!”
Now who told the DJ to make that stupid ass announcement. Thankfully, they were walking right into the private room where two guards were on post.
“I’m going to send some girls in here and a few bottles. You can see out, but people can’t see in,” Noble let Casey know.
“Good looking.”
They all sat down and immediately got the blunts in rotation.
In the dressing room, Mahogany was oiling her body up. She had added a lil’ gold shimmer to her chest and butt cheeks. Her hair was in a blonde bun that she did herself and she did a good job on it, surprisingly. The hot pink two-piece set that she wore was too tight, but it would work out in her favor. She had on clear platform pumps and some pearls in her ear since she had to pawn her diamond joints a few months ago to pay the rent. Her closet was slowly dwindling down and soon, she wouldn’t have anything left of value.
One of the other dancers told her that she smelled good and then asked could she have some of whatever she had sprayed.
“Do you know who took my money?” she questioned.
She was far from a scary bitch and had always been straight shooter.
“Huh?”
“I had a knot of money and when I got home it was gone. Do you know who took it?” Mahogany spoke loud enough for everyone to hear her, but none of them seemed fazed.
The girl shook her head. “What that gotta do with me having some of your perfume?” She was confused.
“Exactly.” She slammed the locker shut and was headed on the floor.
Noble, the manager, ran right into her. “Nene, you gon work this section with Sparkle and Koko.”
She was good on that. “Nah, find someone else.” Them niggas didn’t tip in those back rooms and she wasn’t fucking like the rest of these hoes in here.
“I wasn’t asking you. One of the guys is a personal friend of mine and his buddy just moved back here, so treat them nice and I’m 100% percent sure they gon empty their pockets.”
That was all she needed to hear. She followed the other two dancers to the room.
“Do y’all know who in here?” she asked before the guard let them in.
“I saw Casey’s hoe ass when he first got here, so I’m assuming that’s who Noble talking about.”
Mahogany pushed her boobies up on the sly as they walked in the room and like a moth drawn to a flame, her eyes landed right on him.
She smiled knowing that it would make him happy as she approached him. Well, attempted to approach him. Xavier pulled her in his lap. “What’s your name?” he whispered in her ear.
Her and the guy made eye contact and he seemed…uncomfortable with her sitting in what she assumed to be his friend’s lap.
“Nene.”
She had to make her money tonight and he wasn’t her nigga, so she danced to the beat in his lap. Slow winding and giving him a sexy look that clearly was making his dick grow since she felt the bulge.
“You from here?” he questioned.
She shook her head.
“Where you from then?”
Damn, nigga. Shut the fuck up and let me do this dance.
“Huh?” she heard someone say.
“P said clear the room.”
Who the fuck is P?
“Come on shorty, we gon’ finish this outside.” He tapped her on her booty, so she stood up and pulled the thong out her ass. Why was she so nervous? As the days went by it became a little easier to give the lap dances, but with him in the same room as her…she felt…disgusting. He was some kind of businessman and she wanted to impress him or at least erase their first encounter from her mental.
She picked up her money bag and was about to follow everyone out the room when she felt someone grab her hand, gently.
“Not you,” he said low enough for her to only hear and not anyone else.
Xavier groaned, “Damn P. I saw her first.” He shook his head at his bossy friend.
His friend Casey turned around and smiled. “Oh, so this why we came here tonight?”
Porter wasn’t going back and forth with him.
“Hey lil’ pit bull,” Casey spoke to her and she was about to speak back, but the mysterious guy closed the door in his face.
“I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I like you working here.”
As if his opinion mattered.
“Orrr, do you not like me dancing on your friend?” she wondered.
He took a seat and brought her to his lap. He was being a tad bit aggressive tonight with his actions.
She smelled the alcohol on his breath as he answered her question, “Probably so.”
His eyes were low which told her that he had been smoking or was already high.
“Didn’t know what else I was supposed to do.”
“If you could be doing anything else right now with your life, what would it be?”
Not saying he was trying to wife her up or change her world, but dancing, waitressing…it had to be something else she wanted to do. Porter wasn’t one to judge, he was once heavily involved in the streets. She was too pretty to be here.
“What’s your name?”
They were really having a full-blown conversation in the club.
“Porter, what’s yours?” He rubbed her back in circular motions and she was holding back a moan. She needed a massage so bad.
“Nene.”
“Your real name please, ma’am. I’m not one for nicknames.” He was so prim and proper.
She rolled her eyes. “Mahogany.”
He blushed. “I wanted to name my daughter that, my youngest.” He had always loved the name.
“Really?”
He nodded his head. “Do you know what your name means?””
She didn’t and so he told her, “Rich and Strength.”
“I’m not either…” she tried to laugh it off, but he didn’t find that funny.
“Tell me what you wanna do, what are your dreams?” he probed. Porter wanted to change that, he could change it if she opened her mouth.
She slid out of the comfort of his embrace. “I don’t believe in fairytales, so let me give you this stupid ass dance you paid for and then go back to the floor so that I can make this money.”
Mahogany refused to let this nigga soup her head up. Niggas came in the club doing this shit all the time. She had heard it before.
However, he was being serious.
“Come here.” He pulled her back into his lap.
She looked up at him. “We aren’t on the same page,” she tried to warn him.
He didn’t know her. She was a hood bitch from the slums. She had debt up to her ass and didn’t belong with someone like him. He needed to get this lil’ dance and go back to his fancy life.
“You let me be the judge of that, Mahogany.”
He loved her name and she loved the way it sounded coming from his luscious lips.
“What do you want to know?”
He sat back and leaned his legs, pushing her booty to the right of his thigh.
“Whatever. If you weren’t here right now, where you would be?”
“Home. I’m raising two kids.”
; “Same father?”
She shook her head no. “They’re not mine…I mean they are, but not like mine mine.” She knew that it sounded weird, but her life is complicated.
“You’re not their biological mother?”
“No. I technically don’t have any kids, but they’re mine. I’m responsible for them.”
Porter wanted to delve deeper into that but moved on to his next question.
“You have kids?”
He ignored her. “Tell me about your dreams. I’m attracted to you, can you tell?”
She laughed at him, “Boy, you are drunk.”
“Could be, but I’m in my right mind.”
He wasn’t new to this shit. Mahogany’s song came on and she started twerking in his lap.
“You like this artist?” He wasn’t a big fan, but he was also picky when it came to music.
She bopped her head and moved her ass in a motion that had him feeling some type of way.
He reached forward and kissed her neck. “I feel like you’re running from me and I don’t like it,” he admitted.
She whispered back, “It’s because I am.”
Mahogany got up again, turning around to face him and gave him the best lap dance he ever had. To her, he was good practice because she was still a beginner. Porter reached for his money and she shook her head. Already feeling like he assumed she was a gold digger or something…
“This one is on the house.” She winked at him before facing the window and bending over, giving him a full view of her round, brown, voluptuous ass.
He reached forward and grabbed her with force this time. The nice guy thing wasn’t working on her.
“Stop playing with me,” he warned.
“Or what?” She could tell that bitches flocked to him. Not her.
“Why you giving me a hard time?”
“Because you like what you see. You didn’t do all of this when you saw me at the diner. I’m half naked and you can’t keep your hands off me. Typical nigga.”
“Far from the average nigga. Trust me on that.”
She felt herself getting mad, so she tried to get up, but he didn’t let her.
“You were at work. I couldn’t be like, oh clock out and come ride with me. Why you think I’m here now? This isn’t my scene. I don’t hang out in the strip club,” he let her know.