by J Peach
“Thank you,” I mumbled to myself, silently thanking him. He didn’t even know how much he’d just saved my ass from whatever Martell had planned. My lips soon formed into a smile. “I don’t see how Peaches deals with that crazy, rude mothafucka,” I laughed as I made my way back into the club area.
“Ang!” Missy yelled from a pool table. She made her way over to me. “Are you good? He didn’t hurt you or nothing did he? Y’all was back there for a long time. What happened?” She rambled on.
Laughing, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. “He bought the stuff from me.” It wasn’t an entire lie. He did keep the stuff and he also gave me money.
“Thank God! Why you didn’t open the door for me? I was out there beating and everything. I do not like that nigga,” her eyes rolled hard.
He ain’t like her either so I guess it was only fair.
“Come on so I can drop you off. I have a run to make,” I told her as my smile widened. I was finally about to pay that lowlife ass nigga off and be done with him.
Chapter 6
Two Days Later
Syn
I walked into the back of the club, heading towards the locker room as I typed speedily on my cellphone. I was trying to get a hold of Martell. For the past couple of days I hadn’t gotten a response from him. I wanted to give that man his money and be done, but it seemed like I just couldn’t get a hold of him. When he didn’t answer for the millionth time, I ended the call and slid my phone into my little duffle bag as I entered the locker room.
“Hey, Syn!” Diamond walked up behind me and slapped my ass. “Where the fuck you been at, hoe?” She followed me into the bathroom and sat on the bench.
My eyes cut at her. “Hoe, you better stop. That shit sting with yo funky ass,” I pulled my tank top off and flung it to the bench.
Diamond’s eyes rolled into her head before she put my shirt in my bag. “Where you been? You was supposed to be here yesterday and yo tack headed ass wasn’t so I had to deal with these bitches here all by myself. You know I don’t fuck with them.”
I laughed at her because I knew her ass had been bored out of her mind. She couldn’t just work her job, she had to have someone to talk to. And for some reason the other girls just didn’t like her. I had no idea why and I truly didn’t care either. Diamond was cool to me.
“So you missed me? Aww, babe,” I puckered my lips to her. She muffed my head back, laughing. “Bitch.” I tied my bikini top around my neck and then my back. “I had some shit to take care of, though. What the club was looking like yesterday?” I grabbed my red G-string and tied it to my waist before I strapped on my black platform heels.
“It was decent. Yo boy was here looking for you. He was here early too. A few of these hoes went for him, but he shut it down. He asked me if I had seen you and I told him you was out sick. Girl, that man was about to give me a stack alone just to give him your number and address. Bitch, I wanted to cry because I didn’t know nann one. Syn, you really need to give me your number. Bitch, that’s money and it’ll be nice to fuck with you outside of the club.”
Diamond was cool and all, but I couldn’t chance her finding out who I really was outside of the club. Not now anyways. I thought I would’ve actually liked her more in the real world. I didn’t know why, but she just had an innocence about her that I liked. Maybe it was because she was young and I saw so much of myself in her before I was tainted.
“We should link up outside one day, my bitches would like you,” I told her so that she would stop asking me for my number and for a connect outside of the club’s walls. “Before you leave, give me your number.” Even though I told her that, I doubted I would be calling her anytime soon.
We stood in the mirror looking ourselves over.
“I’ight, bet,” she smiled, making me laugh.
“Yo lame ass. Come on, trick, there’s money to be made.” I turned sideways and shook my ass. “Give it a smack.” She smacked my ass hard. “Ooh,” I moaned.
“Bitch, get the fuck out,” Diamond pushed me to the door, laughing.
Laughing with her, I left the bathroom and headed to my locker.
“Syn, your set about to start. Vixen will be done in about a minute, so you need to make your way to the stage,” Frank, one of the security guards informed me.
“I’ight, I’ll be there in a sec,” I cupped my breast and pushed them up, trying to make them look a bit perkier.
“You look good,” Diamond said, “now get yo ass out there and make that money.” She slapped my ass once before she walked out of the locker room.
I grabbed my red and black, rhinestone studded masquerade mask from my duffle and put it on. After that, I stuffed my bag inside my locker and closed and locked it. With one more sideways view of myself, I smiled as I licked my red lips. Satisfied with my look, I was ready to go.
***
Completing my set gave me the chance to head to the locker room, take a quick whore’s bath and change my outfit. I sprayed myself with Victoria’s Secret Love Spell and was ready for my next move, working the floor. The stage wasn’t the only place I could make dollars.
Leaving the dressing room, I made my way to the club. Kelly Rowland’s Motivation blared through the speakers. My hips moved from side to side as I scoped out the place, trying to find a group of hoods. Even though I didn’t want to mess with a hood nigga on a personal level, that didn’t mean I didn’t love dancing for them. Some were quick with throwing their paper and a lot of it if you did them right. I found a group of men in the far back hooting and hollering with a bottle of Henny they had raised in the air.
I began to make my way over to them.
“What’s up, Syn? You just gon’ walk right past me, huh?”
I stopped in my tracks at the familiar baritone voice. “What’s up, baby? I didn’t even see you right here,” I told him the truth. “You know I could never walk past you without speaking.”
Parker grabbed my arms and pulled me into his lap. He licked his lips and looked me up. The stare had my stomach tightening and I glanced away for a second so that I could compose myself. My arms wrapped around his neck as my hips started a slow grind on him. “Daddy, are we rolling tonight?” I hoped he had a couple of pills to give me so I could finish off the rest of the night.
“You know that was fuck’d up how you bounced on my ass the other night,” he stopped my moving hips.
Thoughts of our last encounter quickly invaded my mind. I bit into my lower lip as my sex began to throb. “I had stuff I needed to do, Parker, don’t take it personally. Besides, you had already held me up long enough.” My hips started to roll again. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled as my eyes drifted to his lips. I wanted to kiss him again. Leaning forward, my tongue flicked over the bottom rim of his mouth. “Daddy, you gon’ forgive me?” My hips pressed down on him, feeling his man harden. A moan slipped from my throat and I pulled his top lip into my mouth.
His head reared back, away from me. “N’all, Syn. I ain’t even with that bullshit you wanna be on, real shit.”
I couldn’t deny the fact Parker’s stroke game was crazy, but I also had to admit I liked messing with him because his money was right. He paid a lot of paper for a dance and he tipped hella well. Not only that, he always had something good when he came around, be it a pill or some weed. That’s why his rejection kind of threw me off guard. He must have been really pissed about the way I’d left him last time.
“Parker, I said I was sorry.” When he didn’t say anything, I rolled my eyes at him. I was done trying to play with his ass. “Do you want your dance out here or you wanna go in the back?” I made sure he heard my irritation. “What you wanna do? And are we rolling tonight?”
Parker reached in his pocket and pulled out a baggy. He sat it in between us so no one could see. He took out a green pill. “I can’t stay long tonight, so we can do it here. I’m only giving you one, last time you passed out on my ass.”
One pill will have me mellow, but it isn’t
going to take me to that heavenly place I want to go to. His ass is on that bullshit.
Even though I thought that, I didn’t say anything out loud as I plastered a smile on my face. And when he put the little pill on his tongue, my head immediately lowered and my mouth covered his as I took the pill from his tongue and swallowed it.
Parker held out a glass of Henny for me. I grabbed it and quickly tossed the drink back. A hiss left my mouth from the slight burn it caused in my throat and chest as it slid down into my stomach. As I was allowing the liquor to do what it did, Parker put the baggy back and pulled out a wad of money. He peeled off six bills and slipped them into my bikini top. Once he did, that was my cue to move.
Immediately, I got out of the straddling position I was in on his lap. I turned around so my back was to him and started the lap dance he’d paid for. His hands began to roam my body freely, but I didn’t mind, it was Parker and he’d paid well for the privilege of touching me.
Usually, every guy I danced for knew that I didn’t allow roaming hands out in the open unless they’d paid a lot upfront. Since half of the men in the club weren’t trying to pay more than a hundred dollars, their hands were never allowed to feel my body. Hell, the price for a lap dance was only twenty dollars. So to make a little something, I charged twenty-five and seven of those dollars went to the club owner off top. That meant I only made eighteen dollars off of that dance and that most definitely wasn’t enough to cover the cost of where some of their hands always wanted to roam. So I stood firmly by my rule, no paper, no touching.
Parker was my favorite though, because even though he knew how much a dance was, he always gave me way more. That’s why he always got to do a lot more than I allowed any other club patron to do. Those niggas thought that if they flashed their blinged out grills in my face and showed off their jewelry, I was going to spread it wide open for them. But that wasn’t happening.
Half of the men spent more money on bottles than they did on the girls. Even though some of the females that worked in the club were attracted to the flashy appearance, I was far from a fool ass bitch. I could walk down the street to find me a flashy nigga any day. I was straight about my money when I was inside those walls.
Parker’s hand slipped into my right bikini top and grabbed my breast, pulling me from my thoughts. He squeezed my titties hard and then massaged the ache before he rolled and pinched my nipple. Leaning back, my arm hooked around the back of his neck. As my hips continued to push down on him, my ass rubbed and grinded on him, bringing his soldier to attention. I was turning myself on as I danced for him and that made me push my ass more on him before I lifted up and slowly rolled my hips.
Seductively, I got off of his lap and stood with my back still to him. Sensually, I bent forward and my hips moved from one side to the other as my ass shook. Parker’s hands slapped hard against my gyrating cheeks before pushing bills in the back of my thong. I undid the tie around my neck and turned to face him. Immediately, he took hold of my hips and pulled me back into his lap so that I was straddling his legs.
Giving him what I knew he would like, my hands went to Parker’s knees and I leaned back on my palms. I pressed my center down on his soldier to get a good feel of his erection. My hips rolled before I started a back and forth motion on him. Slowly, he brought his hand to my pussy and the action caused my movements to stop.
I grabbed his wrist. “Daddy, you know my rules. Besides my breast, nothing out in the open.”
His ass knew he couldn’t see or touch my pussy while out front. That was one thing I never let him get away with. If he wanted that he should’ve went with the private dance in the back.
“Damn, I can’t touch it?” His eyes slanted and he licked his lips. My head shook. “You gon’ do me like that, Syn?”
My tongue slowly moved across my lips before retracting back into my mouth. Smiling, I nodded my head at his question. Even so, my insides became tingly as a heated sensation started to form in my womb. The vibration underneath me caused one of my brows to raise and my smile to grow wider.
“Baby, you’re vibrating now?”
Parker returned a neutral smile as he reached in his pocket for his phone. My hips started their sexual movement on him once again, not bothered by his phone.
“You know my shit always moving when you around.” His phone vibrated again, this time he grabbed it from his pocket. “What you doing tomorrow?” He put his phone away. Taking out a hundred dollar bill, he stuck it in the front of my thong while slickly rubbing my pussy.
“I don’t know, why?” A low moan left my mouth as I placed my sex directly on his dick and pressed down. I began to pant from my own sexual arousal as I grinded on him. My eyes closed and I moved harder and slightly faster. With every roll of my hips the hard, thick lump that formed in his jeans rubbed against my throbbing clit. Damn, I want to fuck him so bad. I was so horny and the feeling had hit so suddenly.
His hands went to my hips and his fingers dug into my skin. He stopped my movement. “You ‘bout to make me nut in my jeans, fuck.” He bit into his full bottom lip. One of his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to him. His other hand slid between our bodies. Going to my covered mound, he slid my panties to the side and ran his thick finger through my slit. He rubbed my clit and then moved to my opening.
“Parker,” he had our fronts pressed together so I couldn’t grab his wrist. “Parker, not out here—mmm,” a moan slipped through my lips as he pushed two of his fingers inside of me. I wanted to tell him to stop but he quickly caressed the inside of my walls before he started to thrust his fingers deep into my tunnel. My juices flowed as my stomach grew tight. My muscles started to lock and my toes curled once he found my sweet spot. “Parker, stop,” I finally managed to say, but the words sounded like mumbles. I wasn’t sure he’d even heard me from my low tone.
He bit at my throat before moving to my ear. “Come by the house tomorrow and I’ll take care of you,” he promised as he finally removed his fingers from my pussy and brought them to my lips. I was so hot that my mouth wrapped around his two thick fingers and I sucked my juices off of them. “Yeah,” he said as my sucking turned him on even more, “come through.” Then he tapped my legs so I could get up.
I heard what he said and saw the seriousness in his eyes, but there were two problems with what he’d said. One, I didn’t know where he lived and two, I didn’t do business outside of the club. I got off of his lap and he stood. Parker’s thumb flicked over my nipples before he grabbed the strings of my top and tied them around my neck.
Licking my lips, I stared at him. I tried to figure out the giddy feeling in my stomach that he had suddenly caused, but I came up short. I didn’t know the answer to what I felt. Mentally, I shook myself and pushed those thoughts to the back of my head.
This is only business, I reminded myself.
I watched him go into his pocket and pull out a baggy. He handed me a dime bag of weed and a cellphone.
I looked at the phone then at him. “You know I’m not giving you my number,” I tried to hand him the phone back but he didn’t take it.
“That’s yours so I can call you and vice versa.” Parker knew my rules on doing business outside the club, it was nonexistent. Besides, the private room in the back was as far as our thing ever went. “My number already in there, answer when I call.”
I glanced at the phone and a smiled came to my lips. “Daddy, you know this don’t leave the club.”
Parker cut me off. “Syn, it’s been seven years, we can meet once outside this fuckin’ place. Just answer the damn phone when I call you, i’ight?” He insisted and from the look on his face he was irritated by what I had said.
Rolling my eyes, I pushed the phone in my money bag along with the money he had given me.
“I’ight, Parker, call me after one.” Giving him my own time, I started to walk away from him.
“Maybe then I can get yo real name?” He called after me.
Smiling at him
, I didn’t respond. I just turned and walked away to finish my shift.
***
I had danced for three groups of men at three different tables. A few asked for a private dance, but I declined. I knew the dance would end with them wanting to have sex and I just wasn’t feeling it after Parker left. Truth be told, as I danced for them, my body just didn’t ache to be touched like it normally would have. That was because of Parker. He hadn’t left my mind since he’d left the building. It was him that I wanted to end my night with.
As I was thinking about Parker and walking past a table, a random guy grabbed my arm. He beckoned me to him, flashing his money. Without using words, he asked for a dance. I gave him the same sexual smile I’d given countless times before.
The music switched to Big Sean’s Ass, I hated that damn song. They acted as if there was no other song but that one to shake your ass to. Even though I thought that, I didn’t complain. Instead, I continued to dance to the beat. My ass shook in the dude’s face. I bent my knees and my ass bounced before I rolled my hips. I sat in his lap and continued to roll my hips, smoothly switching to a grind. Feeling that all too familiar poke, I added more pressure to his erection, grinding faster and slightly harder.
His hands came to my hips, holding me closer to him. Mentally, I rolled my eyes while leaning back against him. My hand grasped the nape of his neck as I continued to grind my booty into him. He grabbed some dollar bills from the table and let the money fall from his hands onto my body.
The song switched to Tyga Ft. 2 Chains, Do My Dance. I got off of the dude’s lap and stood in front of him. My hips moved from right to left as I shook my ass fast in a circular motion.
Turning sideways, I grabbed the bottom half of my leg and brought it up to my face. I stood with my legs in a split position as I glanced over at him. My tongue ran over my calf before I dropped into a split. Then I bounced up and down before grinding against the floor.