by J Peach
I didn’t want to be with him and I constantly told Leon that. But no matter what I said, we always ended up fucking. And to make matters worse, he had a girl. Part of me felt bad about what we did, but apparently he didn’t feel bad at all. The fact that he didn’t feel anything about what we were doing was fucked up and should really have made me stop. But… I like his dick.
If he stopped coming to me then it would’ve been fine, but he couldn’t seem to leave me alone. I knew I could easily end our sexual relationship, but as long as he was pulling money and coming, then it was going to continue.
The sound of the door opening caused me to look from under my arm to see Leon. He came in the room with a hand full of both wet and dry towel paper. Coming to me, he started to clean me off.
“I could’ve done that, I was going to once I caught my breath.” I sat up on my elbows and watched as he wiped between my legs. I thought it was cute, him doing that. Besides him and Parker, no other nigga I fucked with even bothered. Once they got their nut off, they were gone which wasn’t a shock. Hell, in the business I was in, it was expected. So when Leon and Parker did it, I enjoyed watching them. I wasn’t going to down play them for being soft or caring. I was appreciative when need be and at times like that, I needed to be.
“Thanks,” Leon tossed the towel paper in the trash then came back and lay on top of me. “Why are you two hours away from Gary at a strip joint. Them ratchet hoes out there ain’t clean enough for you anymore?” A little laugh left my mouth from his mugging face.
Considering I had only worked at two strip clubs, I had heard stories about those in Gary. Hell, Juicy Peach was probably the worst with the dirty hoes in there. I knew I didn’t have room to talk about any one, but at least I was clean with my shit and private with it as well. Those nasty bitches did everything out front without a care. Most of them didn’t even get paid to do the shit they chose to do.
“Shut the fuck up, I don’t fuck with no damn strippers. But shid, Jennifer’s brother is getting married so a couple of his dudes brought him here and I got invited. I didn’t expect to see yo ass up there on stage, tho. First thing I noticed was the tattoos—” His fingers traced along my sides.
“Wait?” Waving my hands, I cut him off as my head shook from right to left at what just left his mouth. “You came here with your girlfriend’s brother? Leon, for real? So what you gon’ say when you suddenly appear back with them?” I asked, looking at him like he was stupid. He shrugged. This nigga has the nerve to actually shrug. “You’s a dirty ass nigga I swear, get the fuck off me.”
“Man, kill that bullshit. Why the fuck you mad? You know I’m with that bitch, yet you still fuckin’ me. So why the fuck you wanna play dummy that I left them niggas to come fuck with you?” He snapped.
I looked at him like he was crazy. “The fuck you mean, Leon? You just paid five hundred dollars! So you having a bitch ain’t gonna get in the way of me getting my money. The fuck? My thing is, you ditched her fuckin’ brother to come fuck with me. Leon, her brother! Don’t you think one of them gonna go tell her ass this?” I asked, not understanding him at all. He always did that stupid shit. Get caught up and for what? Some fuckin’ pussy?
“Angel, don’t sit yo ass here tryna make it seem like I always pay yo ass when we fuck? And if they tell her, so fuckin’ what? I’ll deal with it when the shit happens. So chill out with yo dramatic ass,” he sat down on the couch, rubbing my right leg. Rolling my eyes at Leon, I looked away from him. I was not about to argue with his dumbass because we never got anywhere with that. “You know what?” he said after he thought about it. “Yo ass do be hitting a niggas pockets when we fuck,” the way that came out sounded as if he was deep in thought, which only made me roll my eyes again.
Of course I hit his pockets, if he wanted to fuck then he was going to pay me. Simple as that. Nothing in the world was free and my pussy sure wasn’t going to be either. Some called it hoeing or prostituting, I called it business. Plus, I didn’t just fuck anything with a pulse, I was very clean with my shit. Besides, I was single and single women dick hopped all of the time for free. The only difference between me and them was that I preferred to get paid.
“So now that you realize I be hitting yo pockets, are you going to stop fuckin’ with me?” I asked curiously.
Once upon time about a year ago, Leon wasn’t dropping five hundred to fuck, it was much less than that. Way less. But since he started Davis Brother’s Construction with his younger brother Jerron, the business had taken off quick and it had obviously been treating him well.
“Shut the fuck up, I should stop messin’ with yo stupid ass,” he jumped at me.
Smacking my lips, I muffed him. “I wish you would because you get on my fuckin’ nerves with yo stalking ass.” Pushing at his shoulder, I moved him back and got up to get my clothes.
“Bitch, don’t nobody be stalkin yo ass,” Leon’s hand came down on my booty hard. My back bent as I sucked my cheeks in before I fell dramatically to the floor. “I ain’t even hit yo ass that fuckin’ hard.”
I rubbed my booty. “You did, Leon, damn! My ass probably red. You a stupid ass bitch.” Getting off the floor, I hit him upside the head.
“Make me beat yo ass, Angel.”
I ignored him. After tying up my bikini top, I put my thong on, tying the bow on the side. I picked up my money that had fallen when my outfit was removed and I stuffed it into my already full wrist wallet.
“They let you carry that?” Leon asked, pointing to my wallet.
“They can’t tell me not to, especially if I’m paying to dance here. I keep my own money, you have to in here. These some snake ass bitches, they’ll snatch yo money from yo thong in a minute. So I prefer to keep mine close,” I told him, watching as he rolled a blunt.
“You pay to dance here? That’s stupid as fuck,” he said between licks on the swisher, his tongue running over the blunt. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and dried the blunt then lit it.
“Not really, I only pay a stage fee which is thirty-five or fifty dollas. That’s if I dance on stage or not during my six hour shift. Yeah, the owner gets a percentage of the price for a lap dance, but I get to keep all the tips I make on stage and off. Baby, this is Sin City in Indiana, so a lot of folks come here and tip hella big,” I took the blunt from him. Inhaling deeply, I hit it again then blew it from my nose and mouth.
“Sin City of Indiana, get the fuck outda here with that shit,” he snorted.
I laughed, seeing how he took it given my dancer name was Syn. “I didn’t mean it like that, you dick. I meant this is a lively city. A sinful place in Indiana. Everybody comes here to party. Do you have another swisher?” I asked, opening my wallet. Pulling out the sack Parker gave me earlier, I tossed it to Leon.
“Damn, who shit is this?” Leon smelled it. “Damn,” he mumbled, taking a piece of the green herb out. “Who you get this from?”
“This guy I dance for. He threw me a dime before he left. He got some good shit,” I shrugged.
“Shid, I can tell from the smell, its killa.” Leon pulled out another swisher and passed me the blunt.
I continued to hit it, taking long pulls, letting the smoke out slightly then pulling it back in, inhaling deeply. “This King’s shit?” I waved the blunt and he nodded as he broke the weed down. “Tell ‘em he slacking,” I said, bringing the blunt to my lips. Once he had the other one rolled, I crawled onto his lap, straddling his hips. Hitting the blunt once, then twice, I handed it back to him. My head tilted back and I blew the smoke into the air.
“You gon’ dance for me?” His fingers rubbed over the roses of tattoos that were along my side. He continued to move his hand up to my right breast and began to play with my nipple.
My bottom lip poked out as I pretended to think about it. “Are you gonna tip me?”
Leon laughed and shook his head as he pinched my nipple. “Hell n’all. Just let me see that split thingy you do,” the look on his face was serious.
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nbsp; “No,” taking the blunt from his lips, I put it to mine.
“It’s like that? Shid, you been holding out on me. I ain’t know yo ass was that flexible or could split. I’m fascinated, let me see you split.”
Laughing at him, I shook my head, handing the blunt back to him.
“Come on, Angel, damn. Just one split.” He scooted down and opened his legs.
My eyes rolled. Even so, I gripped his shoulders as I stretched my legs out. “Happy?”
He licked his lips and hummed. “You ain’t gon’ bounce on my dick?”
I stared down at him. I tried to mug, but ended up laughing. “You stupid. No, I’m not bouncing on yo dick. You horny ass nigga,” my hips rolled on his hardening dick as I said that. “You drove here?”
“N’all, I rode with Terrance, Jennifer’s brother. Why?” He asked, pulling me down as he brought his lips to mine.
I don’t know why, but this time I didn’t pull away. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck as my tongue tangled with his. Parker immediately came to mind as my lips moved with Leon’s. It’s not the same, it feels so different. Wrong even. Why the hell am I thinking about Parker? I didn’t know, but my stomach grew tight at the mere thought of him.
Leon pulled me closer and untied the string from my back, then did the same to the one around my neck. His fingers gripped my hair and he pulled my head back. Slowly, Leon kissed me from my neck to my throat. He bit at the skin, then continued down to the center of my breast. His tongue came out and he moved to my right tittie. He began to play with my nipple.
As his hands roamed over my body, I tried hard to push Parker out of my mind, but I couldn’t. The more I thought of him and that kiss, the more being there with Leon just didn’t feel right.
I need to get higher.
“You don’t have no rollers?” I pushed his hand away from my thong. Leaning back on him, I placed my hands on his knees and started to rub myself against him.
He reached on the side of the couch and pulled out a bottle of Red Berry Ciroc that had an upside down glass sitting on top of it. “This is what you drink, right?”
Leon’s left hand moved from my pelvis to my right breast, playing with my erect nipple. Leaning forward, he took the left one into his mouth. He sucked on the pebble as his head pulled back until it popped out of his mouth.
Sitting against the couch, his hips rose as he dug into his back pocket. He dropped a condom in front of my moving hips along with a baggy, leaving them there. I didn’t say anything, just watched him as I continued my wind and grind.
After opening the bottle of Ciroc, Leon poured me a shot. I quickly tossed it back.
“I got Xanax, Blue Dolphin, Oxycodone—” he named while looking into the baggy.
I could tell he had more than what he’d mentioned just from looking at the different tied baggies inside of the one he’d placed in front of me.
“Why do you have all that on you? What, you planned on drugging some strippers?” I asked while grabbing the small baggy. “Xanax?” I stated, already knowing. Taking out two pills, I was about to pop them, but Leon stopped me.
“Fuck n’all, yo ass only getting one?” He took the baggy and one of the pills. He put it back then poured me another shot.
“Fo’real, Leon, one ain’t gon’ do shit for me,” I snapped at him.
“Then don’t fuckin’ take it. Yo ass can’t handle two on top of drinking this shit and smoking. Fuck n’all, man, yo ass scared the shit out of me last time. I shouldn’t even be giving yo ass this shit. So you either take that or don’t.”
Smacking my lips, I popped the pill and washed it down with the shot.
“Yo ass get on my fuckin’ nerves.” I was pissed that he didn’t give me that other pill. My eyes rolled at him and I snatched the blunt from his ear.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up. Yo stupid ass lucky to get that,” he muffed me.
I slapped his hand from my face and rolled my eyes at him before I snatched the lighter he was holding out.
“Make me beat yo ass. You ain’t even mad, so get on with that bullshit,” his lips came to my neck and he sucked on the skin.
My head tilted back, giving him more access. I was still kind of pissed about that other pill, but he had his reasons. Considering that the last time he gave me anything, I passed out on him and didn’t get up until late the next day with Dr. Sly’s ass in my face and a fuckin’ IV running through my arm, I understood even if I didn’t like it. Personally, I felt he was just being dramatic, but Leon didn’t see it that way, though, and after that he stopped giving me pills. That’s why I was actually surprised he even gave me one this time.
“I am mad, mmm.” A moan left my mouth as Leon rubbed my clit.
Moving his fingers, he undid his belt and zipper. He opened the condom and rolled it down. Leon picked me up by my waist and placed me on his dick. He grabbed the front of my thong and pulled it to the side. Immediately my tunnel started to contract, already anticipating his invasion.
“Sss, mmm.” My tongue swiped over my parted lips as I began to pant. My head lazily moved to the side as my hips rolled around before they started a back and forth rhythm.
“Hm,” humming, he tapped me on my thigh. With hooded eyes, I looked at him. He held out the blunt and I took it, bringing the brown paper to my lips and inhaling. Leon leaned forward, kissing the center of my breast up to my neck, sucking at the skin.
His hands gripped my ass and he held me to him. He began to thrust upward. “Fuck,” he hissed out, pounding faster and harder into me.
My arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him tight. “Ooh, sss. Oh, my God! Leon, ooh shit, baby!” Loudly, I moaned as he repeatedly hit my sweet spot.
“Damn,” he cussed and his pace slowed as his phone suddenly started going off.
Leon grabbed it and looked at the screen. He didn’t answer. Through three different calls he ignored the persistent ass caller, but whoever it was didn’t let up. I could tell he was becoming frustrated with the person and by the tenth call he didn’t even bother to look at the screen anymore. However, instead of doing the logical thing which was turning it off, he finally answered it.
Even so, it didn’t stop my ride. I continued to rock on his dick.
“Yeah?” He dumped the ashes from the blunt in an ashtray beside him. My movements started to speed up, distracting him from the caller.
His head fell against the back of the couch before he grabbed my hips. “Slow up.”
My eyes rolled, but I slowed down.
He returned to his call. “Yeah, my bad, what you say?” He inhaled on the smoke once, twice, then a third time before holding it. Smoke left his mouth as he began to talk. “Oh, shid, I ran into a friend out here so we chillin’. Why, what’s up?” Putting the phone on speaker, he sat the blunt in the ashtray. Leon then grabbed my waist as I started to bounce faster.
My head went to his neck and I bit the skin to stop from screaming as my body shook, my orgasm momentarily deafening me.
“So you just ran into a friend and disappeared?” A disbelieving female voice yelled into the line.
“Ain’t that what the fuck I just said? Ain’t nobody disappear, man,” Leon snapped right back at her.
Realizing who he was talking to, I slapped him and mumbled, “I told yo stupid ass!”
“You better stop fuckin’ hitting me,” he said loudly, not even trying to whisper. Leon was a stupid ass nigga and to be honest, I wondered if he purposely wanted to get caught.
“You with a bitch, ain’t you? I swear to God, Leon, I’ll kill you and that hoe! Don’t fuckin’ play with me. Is you fuckin’ her?” Jennifer yelled.
My eyes rolled at her threat. She had every right to be pissed and making the threat, but she also knew that Leon wasn’t faithful when he got with her stupid ass. She’d been cool with his last bitch, that’s how they started fuckin’ around in the first place.
No longer caring about her on the phone, my hips started to move once ag
ain.
“Man, chill with that bitch word and them dumbass threats— Ah, fuck!” Leon moaned loudly as I started moving faster.
“Leon!” Jennifer yelled as she realized what was up.
I pressed the end button and hung up on her.
Leon didn’t bother to call back or answer again, he simply let his phone ring as we continued fucking.
Chapter 8
Syn
“Ah, baby, harder!” I cried out as he pounded into me from behind. Gripping my shoulders, he went harder, making me cry louder. “Ooh, ooh God, ah! Shit!” I came with a pleasurable scream.
Leon flipped me over on my side, bringing my leg to his shoulder. He started his thrust again as he brought his fingers to my clit and began to toy with it.
Another mind-blowing orgasm shook my body, but he wasn’t done.
He pulled out only to push right back in. “Fuck!” He grunted, pulling out again before he started stabbing back inside of me, going deep into my cervix.
My body continued to jerk as my inner muscles milked around him and I came again. Leon pumped a few more times before he pulled out. “Gotdamn,” he hopped off the couch and grabbed some tissue as he stood over the trash can.
“It broke?” I asked breathlessly.
“Hell yeah, they always breaking when I’m fuckin’ with yo ass,” Leon answered while coming back and climbing on top of me. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled him down.
“Don’t blame me, you just be tryna show out,” I said, referring to his roughness.
Laughing, he brought his lips to mine.
For the second time that night Parker popped into my head. Thoughts of our lips touching and our tongues stroking against one another caused my stomach to become tight. Licking Leon’s top lip, then his bottom, my tongue slid into his mouth, tangling with his. All too soon it ended, though, as his phone started to ring. Groaning, Leon grabbed his phone from the floor.