To my surprise, Tommy lays me on the bed, spoons up behind me, and just holds me. It isn’t sexual at all. I just feel so safe and warm in his arms. I haven’t felt this way since . . . my mom was alive. I’m supposed to dance at The Palace tonight, but I end up falling asleep in his arms.
When I wake up, it’s four in the morning and Tommy’s still holding me, half-asleep. I feel his dick grow harder as it rubs up against my ass. I guess he’s just a man and there’s only so much he can control. I feel horny, too, so I unzip my jeans, guide his hand between my legs, and rub his fingers over my clit.
He wakes up and starts to rub me, slowly pushing his fingertips into my pussy. I let my wetness coat his fingers as they slide in and out of me. I roll over and kiss his lips. I never kiss. Just a rule I got about not getting too personal with the tricks. Tommy cups my face and his thick, soft tongue finds mine and intertwines. I pull away from him.
“Why are you treating me like this?” I ask him.
“Because you deserve to be,” he says as he stares into my eyes, kissing me again.
Damn, I can’t believe how wet that makes me feel, hearing him say that. I pull off my pants and panties and let Tommy make love to me again. Tommy’s dick is so big that it makes me exhale when it goes into me. The first time we had sex it was just fucking, albeit very good fucking—the best I’ve ever had—but this time it’s different. This time he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.
Tommy finds my G spot deep inside of me, making me skip every other breath. I move my hips up and down to match his tempo. I swear my clit is on fire it feels so good. I’m not the loud type, but somehow he brings it out of me. I can feel my juices run all over as he works my middle so deeply.
“Oh God . . . Ahhhh . . .” I moan as he makes me climax again, something that no dude has ever taken the time to do. Tears fill my eyes as strange and overwhelming emotions mingle with the sensation of my orgasm. I want it to last forever, but it’s too good to be true. Shit like this only happens in the movies. I bet if Nikki could hear me now she’d say I’m talking real soft.
NICOLE “NIKKI” BELL
I can’t believe I fucked this nigga all night with no condom. I know he pulled out and busted on me, but that’s still playing with fire. I gotta be more careful, but sometimes I’m so caught up that I be wanting to feel that dick raw dog. Besides, Damien be knocked out after fucking this good pussy all night. That makes it easier to take a couple of extra Ben Franklins off his money clip.
Look at this trick. Gave him a little head before he busted that last nut, and I got him sucking his thumb like a baby. This New York nigga ain’t had no Southern pussy like this before. Damien might come off like a hardcore thug, but behind closed doors this nigga is a straight trick! I got him eating this good pussy and loving it. Plus, he got paper. The way him and his crew came into town and started flipping weight like pancakes is crazy. These niggas be having that pure shit, not like that shitty stuff Dre’s crew be slinging.
I use to fuck with Dre back in the day, back when he was just a corner boy hustling on the block. Back then, he was a minor hustler in Bankhead, and he used to buy shit for me all the time. That nigga was on my clit, trying to get at me, but I didn’t pay him any mind. It wasn’t until he got the nerve to smoke Manny, the biggest hustler on Southside Atlanta, and took over the trap. Then I started to give him a little dance here and there in the club. Shit, after that, nigga started to hit me off with ice and cash. That’s when I gave him some ass. Even then I used to ration it out to him. Had that nigga sprung!
But when Damien came into town he had some real paper. He wasn’t just pushin’ that nickel-and-dime shit like Dre. He was pushing snow by the kilo. Lucky for me, Damien had a fetish for big-assed, dark-skin girls. Had his tongue all in my ass the first night I fucked him. This nigga breaks me off with rings and shopping sprees. That’s why I got my little cousin Mo’Nique down with his boy Tommy. Shit, as fine as she is, she’ll have him trickin’ all his paper.
As soon as I brought her in the game and had her dancing at The Pink Palace, she was making mad dough! I gotta admit, I’m fine, but Mo be having bitches sweating her ass. Some of them be wanting to get with her and take her home and shit, but she got her silly little strictly dickly rule. Shit, she betta get that paper!
She’s a good girl at heart. Sometimes I do feel a little guilty about bringing her into this life, but she’s grown now. I ain’t keeping her in it. Besides, the money she be making off these tricks be so good. Who’s gonna give this up for some bullshit job at Wal-Mart?
With a nigga like Damien breaking me off with two thousand cash every week, this is the best hustle I got. Plus, he got a nice, big dick, even though he only knows how to ram that bitch into me. That’s why God gave men tongues. Shit, I be needing my walls licked too! Although he ain’t as good at eating pussy as my ex, Andre, he’s always good to me. But he’s still a trick!
I’ve heard Dre is getting sick of Damien and his crew locking down College Park and East Point like they is. Plus, the fact I’m fucking Damien now is another reason he don’t like him. Dat nigga even said he loved me back in the day when we were fucking. I didn’t know if he meant that shit, because most niggas say anything when they about to cum, so I didn’t pay any attention to him. Shit, that’s his problem if he does.
Same thing goes for Damien’s ass too! Shit, the way I hear it, King’s the real man behind the Flip Set anyway. He’s the real jackpot. I hear Damien talking on the phone with him all the time. He’s coming into town next month for some big deal they got going down. If I play my cards right, I’ll be sucking his dick and spending his paper soon enough.
Mo’Nique didn’t show up at the club tonight. She must be turning Tommy’s ass out. Tommy is fine. Too bad he didn’t meet me first. Damien’s the one calling the shots down here anyway.
The Palace is pretty much an upscale strip club, not like the shithole I use to dance at when I first started. Back in those clubs, anything goes—touching, sucking and fucking—all for the right price. A lot of dudes would pay good money to see or even be a part of some girl-on girl-action. I’ve had my share, too. In this business you don’t have any sexual orientation. Pussy, dick, and ass can all get fucked.
Although they don’t get down like that on the main floor, the VIP room is another story. Mo’s lucky she came straight up into The Palace instead of the way I came in the game.
So far tonight, I’ve already done a few table dances and made about $430. The trick is taking these niggas to the point where they about to bust a nut then leave them wanting more. Now it’s time for the big money.
“Hey, Nikki, you ready to go on?” Penny asks me.
“Yeah, all right.”
The lights get dim in the Palace and R. Kelly’s “Your Body’s Callin’” starts to play. I walk out from behind the curtain and command the stage. I roll my waist to the music, and niggas can’t stop stuffing bills into my G-string. Niggas just love the way I jiggle my ass.
While I’m dancing, I see Dre watching me from a table. Shit. I’m glad Damien ain’t here tonight or there might be some drama.
I continue to dance and finish up my number. I walk over to his table after I’m done.
“What’s up, girl?” Dre says in his deep, Southern drawl.
“Same old thing, Dre. What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“I came to see you.”
“Well, here I am.”
“Yeah, and you still look fine as hell,” he says with lust in his voice.
“And you still look good too. So what else is new?”
“Ya know I still got love for you, girl. You still messing with that New York nigga?” he asks.
“Dre, we ain’t together anymore. Who I see is my business.”
“I know. I just don’t know what you see in dat nigga.”
“Dre, if you came here to talk about this then I gotta go. I gotta make some money.” I start to get up, and he grabs my hand.
“Hold up, Nikki. I’m talking about business too.”
I stop and sit back down. “What business you talking about?” I ask him.
“I’m talking about you, me, and this.” Dre pulls out a fat roll of hundreds. It’s at least a grand. Now, I haven’t fucked with Dre in over a year, and now that I’m with Damien, I don’t even look in his direction, but a C-note makes me give him a second glance. I pick up the cash and look at him.
“You know I can’t leave with you,” I tell him.
“Then where?” he asks.
“Follow me.”
I take him upstairs and hit the doorman with a hundred to keep him quiet. We go inside a private room. The lights are low, and I lock the door behind us.
Dre unzips his pants and pulls out the big, black dick that I know so well. I sit on the couch as Dre steps in front of me. I take his dick with one hand and slip it in my mouth, sucking him real slow. To be honest, Damien’s dick tastes better, but I fake enjoy Dre’s anyway.
“Oh, yes, baby.... You missed daddy’s dick, didn’t you?” Dre says to me.
I don’t even respond to his corny ad-libs. I speed up my pace trying to get him to the point of cumming. Then I stop.
“Oh, shit, baby!”
I don’t want his salty cum in my mouth all night.
“Give me some dick, baby,” I say to him.
Dre puts on a rubber from his pocket and I pull off my thong. I lay back and spread my pussy lips with my fingers as Dre pushes his dick inside of me.
“Damn, baby. . . .” Dre loves how tight and warm my pussy is and can’t get enough of me. Dre pumps me slow at first, enjoying the feel of my tight walls, then after five minutes, he starts to pump me like a power driver.
“Oh, ssshhhit!” Dre is lost in the sauce like a dope fiend getting a hit after going through withdrawal. Dre busts a nut in the condom and lies on top of me, shaking.
“Damn, I missed your ass, Nikki. You need to stop playing and get back with me.”
“We’ll see, Dre,” I say to make him happy so that he’ll get up off me and leave. Dre pulls himself together and gets up, throwing the used condom in the trashcan.
“I’m gonna call you, Nikki.”
“All right.”
Dre walks out, and I count my money. Dre is such an easy trick. If he thinks I’m leaving Damien, he’s more stupid than I thought, but if he keeps hitting me off like this, he can get some ass anytime.
DAMIEN
I ride over to the spot in my Lincoln Navigator with Nikki to check up on Horse. Horse is like an animal let out of his cage. I think he felt more comfortable locked up in Rikers. I guess when ya locked up for 14 years you take that hood mentality with ya. I mean, this nigga got locked up in ’91. What was hot back then? Big Daddy Kane, Karl Kani and New Jack City? This must be some surreal shit for him. That nigga is hard as hell. This nigga look like a cross between Beanie Sigal and Craig Mack.
I pull up to the corner and roll down the window. Horse walks up.
“What up, son?” Horse says.
“What up, Horse? What’s poppin’?”
“The corner’s been jumping off something serious.”
“You got them young niggas in check?”
“Yeah, son, I got these niggas on the block like clockwork,” Horse assures me. He looks over at Nikki sitting next to me. She looks sexy in her shorts and baby doll tee. I don’t think this nigga’s gotten any pussy since he’s been out.
“You got something for me, nigga?” I ask him.
“Yeah, here you go.” Horse passes me a brown bag. Enclosed is a rubber-banded stack of money.
“It’s about four Gs,” Horse tells me.
“All right.”
“Yo, when we heading back up to N.Y., son?” he asks.
“As soon as King says he ready to close the deal with this new, big-time supplier outta L.A. He’ll call us,” I tell him.
“All right, one.”
“Peace.”
We pull off. I look over and see Nikki with her face all screwed tight.
“What’s wrong, ma?” I ask her.
“I don’t like the way that fat nigga be staring at me,” Nikki says, disgusted.
“Who, Horse? That nigga all right.”
“If you say so. He looks like he ain’t never seen no bitch before,” Nikki says.
“Come on, ma. He’s been locked up for a few joints. Then he sees a woman looking as good as you. . . . How you think he gonna act?”
“I guess, but if he needs some pussy that bad, I’ll put him on with some girls at the club. Long as he stop looking at me,” Nikki says, revolted.
“Shit, you know some chicks that’ll fuck with Horse’s big, ugly ass?”
“For the right price, I know some girls that’ll fuck him like he’s Tyson Beckford!” Nikki says with a laugh.
“Damn, ma, that’s cold,” I say, laughing.
“So, what’s up with ya boy Tommy? What he saying about my cousin Mo?”
“I don’t know. I ain’t talk to him in a minute now. I think he got ya cousin hemmed up in his bed somewhere getting crazy.”
“You might be right. She ain’t been at The Palace since the other night. Mo must be putting it on his ass,” Nikki says.
“True, but I need some of your fine ass too.”
“You know this pussy is all yours, baby. I just need to buy a little something to show it off to you in.”
I reach down and peel about seven Ben Franklins off and hand it to her. “Here’s a little something for you to go spend.”
“Thank you, baby.” She reaches over and kisses my cheek.
I take Nikki back to the crib and bust a nut off in her ass. Afterward, I call Tommy to see what’s been up with him. He’s been spending a lot of time with Mo’Nique the past couple days. Not that I blame him. I’d be up in that ass all the time too.
“What’s up, nigga?”
“What’s up, Dame?” Tommy says over the phone.
“Damn, nigga, you can’t call or something? Mo must be blowing your mind, huh?”
“Yeah, nigga, something like that.”
“That young, tight pussy must be like a dream!”
“Nigga, you wildin’. What’s going on?” Tommy asks.
“I been talking to King and telling him about how on point you are, and my nigga wants to meet ya.”
“Word?”
“Yeah, son, we got big plans going down, man. You ready to make this money?”
“No doubt.”
“All right, I’m gonna hit you up later, all right?”
“All right, man.” Tommy hangs up.
King’s gonna be ready for us soon. Horse can hold things down while Tommy and me head up north next month. That dumbfuck, Corey, is gonna think this is the time for him to shine in front of King while I’m gone. I gotta make sure he don’t fuck things up. The only problem we got down here is Dre’s bitch ass. We gonna have to shut that nigga down soon.
3
Friend or Foe
MO’NIQUE
For the past four weeks I’ve been staying off and on at Tommy’s place. I haven’t been dancing at The Palace, either. I can’t believe I’m letting myself fall for him. I try not to show my feelings too much because maybe he does this with all the girls he messes with—treats them good for a month or two, then kicks them to the curb. He gives me money to pay for my T-Mobile bill even though I don’t ask him for any. I’ve been thinking about what we’ve been discussing, about doing something different with my life. I’m 20 years old. Do I really wanna be stripping when I’m 30?
I’ve looked on the Internet at different classes I could take to complete my GED, but I’m kinda scared to do it. What if I fail? What then? Back to The Palace? I’ve been saving some of my money in a savings account. I got about eight thousand ready for a rainy day. I’ve been so caught up in hustling these tricks with Nikki I haven’t thought too much about the future. That is, until I met Tommy.
It’s lik
e there’s a part of him he’s keeping from me. Like there’s something deeper that he’s not letting on to. I don’t press him about it, because if he wants to tell me, he will. Besides, I’ve learned to not get too deep in other people’s business, because you might find out some shit that could get you in trouble.
I walk into the living room and see Tommy flipping through channels on the satellite.
“Whatcha watching?” I ask him.
“Nothing really. Hey, come have a seat. I gotta talk to you,” he says.
I sit down on the couch next to him.
“Listen, I might be going out of town soon to handle some business in New York,” he tells me.
“Oh, okay.”
“I know we haven’t talked about what’s going on between us, and I know you got a night job, so I ain’t gonna stop you from doing what you do.”
“That’s okay. I haven’t been exactly doing my job lately.”
“Yeah . . . not that I mind,” he says, smiling.
“Listen, Tommy, I don’t know what’s going on between us. I . . . I’ve been rethinking a lot of things in my life. To be honest with you, I wasn’t planning on kickin’ it with you like this, but I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.”
“Mo’Nique, I wasn’t planning on doing this either. Especially with my line of work. It’s, um, not a good idea. There are things about me you don’t know. Things I can’t really talk about with you right now. I want to, I mean, with you here . . .”
“You weren’t planning on making a stripper-slash-ho a housewife? I get it.” I get up off the couch.
“Mo’Nique.” Tommy grabs my hand. “I’ve never treated you like a ho. I do care about you. I just don’t want you to get hurt being with me,” he says.
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