“Not in a long time,” she said modestly.
“So there! I ain’t trying to turn you out or make you my bitch,” I explained with a laugh. She giggled too. “You’re going to have to lighten up, girl!”
“Okay, so do you have any more private parties we can do?”
“I’ll let you know,” I said and gave her a wink.
I knew I could have her ass anytime I wanted now. It was always good to have a young tenderoni in your pocket. “So what’s been going on here?”
“Well, some new chick just started here tonight.”
I rolled my eyes. “Another newbie? Great. I hope she stays away from Reggie’s horny ass.”
“Ah, I don’t think she’s a newbie,” Kandi told me. “Malachi brought her in himself, and a lot of the niggas up in here been going crazy for her.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You said Malachi brought her up in here himself?”
“Yep. He was giving her the royal treatment and shit. She must be something special,” Kandi noted.
I didn’t like that shit at all. If any bitch in there should have been getting the royal treatment from Malachi, it should have been me! I’d worked too hard to become the number one moneymaker there to be upstaged by some random bitch Malachi decided to bring in.
“Where is this trick?”
Kandi pointed toward the stage. “This is her third encore dance since she’s been here. Niggas are wildin’ out over her.”
“What!” I fumed and walked to the stage. I saw this chick on stage, swinging on the pole like a triathlon! She was good. Ludacris’s “How Low” song was blasting, and she dropped into a split and made her ass bounce as niggas were throwing money at her left and right. Sure, there were plenty of hoes there who could do the same thing, but none of them had a body like that.
Then I saw her face. It was the same chick that was out to dinner with Malachi the other night!
“Who is this bitch?” I mumbled.
“They call her Nikki,” Kandi informed me.
What the hell was Malachi doing? He had never taken me out to eat or anything! What was so special about her? Who was she really? Obviously by the way she moved she wasn’t no newbie. Maybe she was from out of town and Malachi brought her in to make some more money.
I had to admit that this Nikki was a sexy-looking bitch with long, chocolate legs, a fat, round ass, and a flawless face. I watched her for another few minutes until her set was over, and I went back to the locker room. I was gonna have to see what was up with her.
NIKKI
It was like riding a bike, dancing on that stage again. My mind went on autopilot, and my body fell back into the same old freaky gyrations and motions I used to do there three years ago. Malachi decided to bring me up in there himself and hyped up my return to The Pink Palace. I couldn’t stand his ass for blackmailing me back into this shithole!
As I was walking off stage, I felt a strong pair of hands grab my arm and pull me toward him. I knew some nigga ain’t had the nerve to put his got-damn hands on me! I may have been gone for a while, but not long enough for me not to bust a nigga upside the head!
“What are you doing here?”
I looked at his face and it was Polo, Dre’s best friend. Polo’s real name was Teddy Williams. He had been Dre’s best friend since grade school. After Dre got out of the game, Polo had taken over his spots for him. Polo was tall and muscular, six foot two brother, with butterscotch-tone skin. He was lucky I knew him, or a Budweiser bottle would have been going over his head.
I yanked my arm away from him. “Polo, why you grabbing me like that, and what are you doing here?”
“I asked you first.”
I rolled my eyes. “What does it look like?”
“Nikki, what the hell are you doing here? Dre’s in the hospital fighting for his life, and you’re up in here shaking your ass for the nigga who put him in there,” Polo growled.
I sighed. “You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me!”
“I’m up in here beause I’m trying to keep Dre alive!”
Polo got a confused look on his face. “What?”
“Malachi is making me work off Dre’s debt or he’ll finish the job on Dre,” I said through clenched teeth.
Polo shook his head. “Damn it. This is wrong. You can’t do this, Nikki.”
“I have no choice.”
“I should’ve killed that nigga.” Polo scowled.
I remembered just a few weeks ago, I was telling him to do that, but Polo was nowhere as deep as Malachi. He would be cut down before he could ever get close to him. Just him talking to me like that in the club could be dangerous for him. I knew Malachi must have been watching me.
“No. Listen, Polo, I gotta do this. I got this under control. Stay out of it. I have to go.”
“Nikki, you’ll never pay back that much money.”
“I don’t have any choice,” I told him and walked back to the lockers. I had to get away from him before Malachi started asking who he was to me and found out his connection to Dre. I didn’t need another person I knew hurt by Malachi.
As I walked into the locker room, a lot of the girls gave me the stink eye. A few I recognized; most I didn’t. They didn’t like the fact that I was back. Neither did I, but I had to do what I had to do.
This one chick standing across the room was smirking at me oddly. She was a pretty redbone with high cheekbones, big titties, and a small waist. I could tell right away she was the head bitch at The Palace, the same way I was when I was there three years ago.
I pretended not to notice her staring at me and walked over to my locker. I started to count my money as she and some other little brown-skinned chick walked toward me. I tucked my money away in my bag and closed my locker.
“Hey, you look real good out there,” the redbone chick said to me slyly.
“Thanks,” I replied cautiously.
“Listen, they call me Jasmine. This here is Kandi.”
I looked over to Kandi and she gave me a blank stare.
“I’m Nikki.”
“Well, Nikki, I see you’ve made quite the first impression out there, but you should know I’m the queen bitch here at The Pink Palace, so any thoughts you might be having about coming up in here and taking over, you can forget it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, Queen Bee, you can relax. I’m only here to get this paper. You can have the groupies. Most of the guys here know me and know how I get down.”
She squinted her eyes. “Know you? You’ve been here before?”
“Yeah, you can say that. Like I said, I’m only here for this paper.” I walked away from them and headed back toward the exit.
“And Malachi?” Jasmine inquired.
I turned and stared at her. She must have been sucking his dick and thought I would take away her meal ticket. Fuck Malachi. She could have him. I turned back around and walked out of the lockers without another word.
7
Special Circumstances
Atlanta, GA
MALACHI
Watching Nikki on stage was almost as arousing as fucking her. Even though she wouldn’t give herself to me completely, she was still exceptional. My dumb-ass brother Reggie was supposed to kill Dre, but instead put him in a coma, which brought Nikki’s fine ass straight to me. I promised to let that nigga live if she came and worked for me, but if that nigga woke up, I’d kill him anyway. It was a win-win situation for me.
My iPhone rang and I answered the line. “Talk.”
“We have a problem Malachi,” Ricky informed me.
“I pay you to solve problems.”
He swallowed hard. “I will, but you should know—”
“Not over the phone. Where are you?”
“At the spot.”
“Come here now,” I directed him.
“On my way.” Ricky ended the call.
It must have been a situation if Ricky felt the need to call me. Another problem that I had
to address, as if the fucking police weren’t stressing me out enough. Good thing I had Detective Raymond on my payroll keeping the heat off me. Now if somebody could keep my damn baby mama Latoya out of my ass, things would be perfect. I swore if it weren’t for my daughter, I would have made her dig a hole for herself.
I decided to smoke a blunt to relax my nerves when Bump called my line.
“What?”
“Jasmine wants to see you, boss,” Bump replied.
“Send her in.”
Bump opened the door, and Jasmine sashayed her sexy ass inside. Her ass was hanging out of her red boy shorts. Her big-ass titties looked nice and ripe, with her hard nipples protruding out of her bikini top. Jasmine was one sexy bitch. She sat her fat ass on my desk and pursed her lips together.
I leaned back in my chair. “What can I do for you, my dear?”
“You can tell me who that bitch is,” Jasmine inquired, pointing out my window toward Nikki on the club floor. The jealously was obvious. Most girls in there couldn’t really hold a candle to Jasmine, but Nikki was just as sexy.
“That’s Nikki,” I replied.
She frowned. “That much I know already. Why did you bring her up in here? I thought I was your number one girl.”
“Nikki is here under special circumstances. Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” I explained to her.
Jasmine folded her arms and glared at me. “So those special circumstances include dinner with you?”
I glared back at her. “Yes. You have a problem with that?”
Jasmine quickly realized that questioning what I did was not a wise thing to do.
“No . . . it’s just . . . I was just curious as to why she’s getting special treatment,” she mumbled.
I stood up and caressed my fingers down the side of Jasmine’s full breast. I tugged on her bikini top, making her titty pop out. My thumb ran over her hard nipple, and my dick grew harder.
She smiled and undid her bikini top, revealing her succulent breasts. She stood up, and I undid her shorts and pulled them down over her fat ass.
“Whatcha want, daddy?” she purred.
“You,” I said and undid my pants and pulled out my black Anaconda. I stroked the beast and sat back down in my chair.
Jasmine turned around and sat her ass down in my lap, gently easing my massive dick into her wet pussy. Damn, she felt so fucking warm. She slid up and down my shaft like a stripper pole. She put her hands on my desk and wound her waistline round and round, pushing her ass back.
“Oh, shit, daddy. You feel so good,” she crooned.
“Ride it. Yes, just like that, you sexy bitch,” I moaned and slapped her ass.
“Ow, ah, ah . . .” Jasmine groaned as I grabbed her hips and worked my pipe up the middle of her wetness.
I gave her hard, fast strokes as I pushed her forward and stood behind her so I could get up in it further. I glanced back behind me through the club window and saw Nikki dancing and imagined it was her I was fucking again.
“Damn, Malachi, you fucking the shit outta me,” Jasmine cried as I banged her back in.
The sound of my dick smacking her pussy filled my office. Her face was now down on top of my desk as I had her bent over. Feeling my nut coming, I withdrew from her pussy and spewed my seeds on her backside. I groaned deeply as I emptied my shaft. I wouldn’t make the same mistake again, cumming inside one of those bitches and having another baby. That was how I got stuck with Latoya’s ass in the first place.
“Go clean yourself up.”
I tucked my dick back in my boxers and zipped up.
“Okay, baby . . . and uh . . .” She held out her hand. Just like a greedy bitch. Money was never too far off of her mind.
I reached in my pocket and took two Gs off of my money clip and tossed it on the desk. She scooped it up while she was still bent over my desk. She stood up and counted the money as my cum ran down the crack of her ass. She took some napkins off my desk and wiped her ass off then started to dress herself.
I sat back down in my chair, still enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm. “So you’re going to be at the grand opening of my new club next month?”
She grinned. “Of course. As long as I’m the headliner making top dollar.”
“Of course,” I confirmed.
“Good, ’cause you know I’m the best,” she boasted. “And not some other chick.”
I picked up my blunt and relit it. All those bitches thought their pussy was better than the next bitch. Too bad for her, Nikki’s pussy was on my mind while I was fucking her.
“You can leave now.”
Jasmine tucked her money in her bikini top and left my office. I turned in my chair and looked at Nikki again. I was going to have her ass again real soon.
* * *
Thirty minutes later, Ricky came up in the club and made his way to my office. He told me there was a problem over the phone, so he had better explain. Nobody had better be fucking up my money.
He walked in and had a seat in front of my desk.
“What the fuck is the problem?” I asked him.
“Jorge is dead.”
“What?”
Ricky shook his head. “Yeah, Malachi, somebody wiped out Jorge and his whole crew and took our shit. They were five men deep, and they all got Swiss-cheesed up.”
“Twenty kilos of coke gone! Fuck,” I snapped. “Who’s stupid enough to steal from me?”
“I don’t know, but I’m already on it. I got muthafuckas on the streets checking shit out. One of these small-time niggas might be trying to grow some balls.”
I looked Ricky in the eyes. “You better cut them fucking off.”
JASMINE
Well, that didn’t accomplish shit! Malachi wasn’t saying shit about whatever this Nikki and he had going on. Instead, all he gave me was some stiff dick and a sore pussy. At least I got some cash for my services, but I was even more curious about what special circumstances Nikki had going on.
As I was walking down the stairs from Malachi’s office, I spotted Reggie harassing some girls again. Hmmm. Malachi might not have wanted to tell me what’s going on with Nikki, but I bet I could get dumb-ass Reggie to give me some info.
“What’s up, Reggie?”
He turned and glared at me. “I ain’t bothering nobody, Jasmine.”
I smiled. “Did I say you were? I was just saying what’s up.”
“Oh, okay,” Reggie replied, confused by my kindness.
“I see there’s a new girl dancer here now. Calls herself Nikki. You know her?”
“Yeah. Nikki used to dance here a few years ago. Looks like she got thicker too! Her and this other chick—” Reggie thought about it for a moment. “This other chick called Mo’Nique used to trick up in here before they quit.”
“You knew her back then?”
“Not really. I just used to come up in here and watch them hoes dance. Nikki used to fuck with all the big-time hustlers that used to come up in here. Why? You feeling a little intimidated by her?” Reggie said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. “Hell naw. I just wanted to know who she is.”
Reggie picked up his beer and took a sip. “So, Jasmine, you gonna give me a dance at my birthday party next month?”
I eyed him up and down. “You know my fee. As long as the money is right, I might.”
“Shit! I got that. How much more I gotta give you for a private dance that night?”
I cut my eyes at him. “What you trying to ask me, Reggie?”
“I know you fucking my brother, so I just wanna know how can I be down?”
“You can’t afford me, nigga.” I turned and walked away from his ugly behind. Besides, he had given me some more info I didn’t know about this Nikki. So she used to dance there years ago, and now she was back. Why? What did Malachi have that she wanted?
8
Disappearing Act
College Park, GA
NIKKI
My body was so damn sore. I hadn’
t danced like that in over three years, and I wasn’t as young as I used to be. I didn’t get in until four in the morning. I’d been dancing at The Pink Palace all week. It was a good thing I had Penny working for me at the store because I didn’t think I could have made it in that day even if I tried.
Seeing Polo at the club the other night had not helped at all. The look on his face when he saw me was total disgust. He was Dre’s best friend, but he didn’t realize I was doing this for Dre. Fucking Malachi was making me his dancing slave to spare Dre’s life.
My iPhone started to play Alicia Keyes’ “Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart,” and I rolled over and looked at the display and saw Janelle’s name. Shit. It was 8:10 a.m. and Janelle had Tyler for me the night before. Between her and Penny, they’d been helping me take care of him since Dre got hurt. I was supposed to pick him up so Janelle could get to work on time.
I pushed the button on my phone. “Janelle, I’m on my way, cuz. I overslept!”
“It’s okay, Nikki. I’m off today,” Janelle calmly replied.
“Oh. I feel like crap.”
“How come? You’re still not sleeping because of Dre?”
If only she knew. “Yeah, it’s because of Dre.”
“Tell you what, Nikki. Let’s meet today for lunch at Taco Mac in midtown,” Janelle suggested.
“Okay. About twelve thirty?”
“Sounds good. I’ll bring Tyler.”
“Thanks, Janelle. I don’t know how I’ll get through all this without you.”
“Nikki, you were there for me when I needed you. I’ll always be there for you. I’ll see you later.”
“All right, cuz.” She hung up.
I put my hands over my face. What have I gotten myself into?
* * *
Two hours later, I rolled my ass out of bed and staggered to the shower. The warm water felt good over my sore muscles. I never used to feel like this back in the day. Of course, I was doing every other night, and that was pre-baby. I hadn’t lost a step when it came to dancing, and I could still shake my ass with the best of them.
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