by Briann Danae
“I’ll be fine. This nigga better be a celebrity or something. Ya’ll treating him like royalty.” Ruff didn’t give her a reply. He simply turned his back, and Neicey took that as her cue to go up the steps.
Strutting down the long hallway, Neicey prep talked herself. It was more so to get her head in the game than to shake off her nervous jitters. She was no longer nervous when it came to her profession. Those jitters ended after she made her first five grand in one night. Since then, she was programmed to run up a check.
Out of respect, she tapped twice on the door with her knuckle to let her guest know she was entering the room. Though the lights were dim, there was no denying the fine specimen leaned back on the couch, blowing smoke from his lips. Closing the door, Neicey sighed, licked her lips, and took in Sen’s appearance.
On more than one occasion had she run into him, due to Erica dating his cousin, Meechi, but she didn’t think he was serious about hunting her ass down. Those were his exact words when she saw him at the mall last weekend. Off bat, Neicey could tell the type of guy Sen was. Rude, but didn’t know he was. He was naturally a shit talker and getting his way was normal in his eyes. The two stared each other down, not saying a word.
There was no denying how fly Sen was either. The slouch in his posture only made the black denim Levi’s he was rocking look sexier than they should. Had the diamonds on his wrist not been sparkling under the dark undertone of the room, Neicey was sure he had some type of bedazzled shirt on. His hair was neatly pulled into a bun at the top of his head, thick dark mustache and peppered chin hair adorning his cinnamon brown skin perfectly.
Neicey could smell his cologne from the door she was still positioned by. Hand on her hip, 6-inch heels showing off her luscious butter pecan thick thighs, and small waist, she felt herself becoming wet by his intense gaze. The mesh top had her breasts sitting lovely, looking good enough to suck on, as Sen licked his lips and her nipples began to harden. Though the mug on her face let it be known she was not in the mood to play with him, he didn’t give a fuck.
“You gon’ speak or just stare all night?” she spat, crossing her arms over her chest to try and mask her attraction.
No words had spewed from his plush lips, and Neicey was indeed feeling some type of way. Sen didn’t care one bit about the attitude she called herself giving him. Ever since the two were introduced, Neicey had given off the type of vibe that told him she wasn’t interested, but Sen knew better. He could tell by the way she fidgeted from one leg to her other that his presence alone had her pussy leaking.
“Yo bobble head ass staring at me, too,” Sen spat back, before taking a pull from his blunt. “Fuck you have me waiting up here so long for? For that nigga, Dex?”
Neicey smacked her lips. “You are not my man Sensay.”
“Not yet.”
“I know my girl talks to your homeboy, Meechi, or whatever, but that does not mean I have to fuck with you,” she said, letting her eyes roam slowly over his attire before looking back at his handsome face.
“You gon’ fuck with me rather you like it or not.”
Sen’s voice was husky and low, low as hell like his tinted eyes from smoking a blunt on his way to the club. His tone was demanding too, as if he knew for a fact Neicey was going to be his. In his mind, she already was. She just needed to come to terms with it, come to terms with them. The suck of her teeth could be faintly heard over the loud music once she opened the door to go back downstairs. Only thing – person rather – that was stopping her was one of Sen’s own body guards. She had come face-to-face with him when she pulled the door open. Sen didn’t trust the ones from the club to do what they were supposed to do. Niggas would mess around and lose their life trying to play with his.
“Are you fucking serious?” Neicey hissed, spinning on her heels to face a now standing Sensay.
At a measly five-foot six without heels on, Sen still ascended over her petite frame in the black six-inch platform pumps. Coolly, with a lick of his lips, he strolled over to where Neicey was with her arms folded like the stubborn woman she was. Having been to the strip club numerous times, it wasn’t until right now that Sen was given the chance to stake his claim up close and personal. Neicey’s entire persona was pulling him in magnetically, and he was never one to fight the forces of the universe. If shit was meant to be, shit was going to be with him.
In one swift motion, Neicey was hauled against his firm chest, a loud smacking sound resounded in the air from his large hand smacking her ass and a smirk was displayed on his face. Though she had just clowned the guy downstairs for demonstrating such disrespectful behavior, something about Sen smacking her on the ass made it okay.
“You always think a nigga playing. Ain’t nobody playing with your ass. You gone dance for me? Let me pay your rent up?” Sen was far from a trick, but he’d trick on her.
Struggling, Neicey tried to loosen the grip he had on her, but Sen wasn’t letting up. “You can’t afford me.” Her tone was cold, but not cold enough.
Sen chuckled, making Neicey roll her eyes. He even sounded good when he laughed. Shit was bothering her to no end. The feeling of his warm hand and cold watch against her skin had her ready to renege on the promise she made herself. No unnecessary bodies, unless it was worth it. Sen had her ready to commit the ultimate sin in her book. Busting it open and adding a body to her short list of males she had sexual encounters with. With him though… the pit of her stomach was telling her it’d be well worth an addition.
“I ain’t no mufuckin’ pimp, but if that’s what you into… we can role play. You look like you into that type of shit anyway,” he joked, moving her hair over her shoulder. “You got this damn weave in your head.”
“What you know about weave?” she questioned, still placed firmly against his chest.
“I grip bitches’ weave for fun while they top me off. I know real shit when I see it and feel it. You sexy as hell, though. So, you good.” He gave her a smirk before digging in his pocket and pulling out a knot full of one-hundred dollar bills. The rubber band that was wrapped tightly around the stack was popped, and the money easily unfolded.
“Now, for some lame nigga, he’d want you to throw this fat pussy you got on him,” he expressed, gripping a handful of her through the material of the outfit. “But, I just want one dance. Maybe two, if you let me record you.”
Neicey could hear her breath escape her nose, as he slowly massaged her crotch. The rules were no phones in the private rooms for that exact reason, but Sen didn’t follow rules. He made them, then handed them out for mufuckas to follow. As his hand crept up her side, Sen looked her in the eyes the entire time. Though it should have creeped her out the way she felt connected to him, Neicey knew she couldn’t keep dodging him forever. Plus, the stack of money he had pulled out almost made her want to let him have his way with her, just almost though.
Niggas like Sen were used to getting their way. Neicey knew that and, though the money would have been nice sitting in her savings account or nice to pay up on her bills, her self-worth was more than any amount of money. A dance was different, though. That she could do and still get paid.
“I only like to make videos with my man,” she whispered seductively, getting into Storm mode. Neicey was out the window. “You want to be my man, Sensay?”
As she pushed him backward toward the couch, he happily obliged and plopped down, ready for the show. Lowkey, he hated when people called him by his full name. Neicey though… she was the only person – woman besides the women in his family – who could get away with it.
He let his eyes do an appreciative trail up her frame, enjoying his view. He wasn’t trying to be her man, not yet at least. With Sen, though he may have moved a little – a lot – reckless, he was no hoe. The value of the women he claimed to be pursuing or fooling around with had things going for themselves. Well, most of them. The hood bitches who couldn’t get enough of him and his good dick were the ones he would never claim. Ever. They were barely
good enough to suck him off.
Brushing a hand over his chin hair, Sen tossed a few bills from his hand and sat up some on the couch. Letting his eyes do a quick scan of the room again, he stood before moseying over to the chair in the corner and deciding that’s where he wanted to be instead. Placing himself directly in the middle of the floor near the pole, he took a seat and grinned as Neicey watched his every move. Sparking the blunt that he had placed behind his ear, a generous pull was inhaled before he answered her question.
“I’m not trying to be your man tonight, but gon’ and shake that ass for me and I’ll decide if I can afford you later.”
“Yeah, okay Papi,” Neicey spoke sexily, leaning closer to his ear. “You gon’ fuck around and fall in love with this fat ass and I’m going to break your pockets.”
He gave her a smirk, much too high to do the back and forth about his pay rate. A man of his caliber was making more than what he knew what to do with. Blowing it in the strip club on one of the finest women to ever grace the mufucka, he had no problem with. Neicey had been given plenty of warning signs of how crazy Sen was but, in this moment, she didn’t care. This one dance was about to turn into one of the craziest love stories she would ever be a part of, whether she wanted to be or not.
Chapter One
Neicey’s phone buzzed, alerting her to wake up for work, but her alarm was five minutes too late. Thanks to the blackout curtains adorning their window frame, the rising sun wasn’t what had awakened Neicey on this beautiful day. Her man had done that. Sen was hungrier than usual this morning, and his growling stomach awakened him before Neicey could peel open her eyelids. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he slid underneath the covers and parted her legs like the red sea.
“Quit pulling on my fucking hair,” he mumbled in a hiss, as he devoured her.
Neicey wasn’t listening. The way his slick tongue was gliding back and forth against her swollen bud had her gone. Gripping his hair tighter, her toes curled and back arched away from the bed.
“Shhhh… yes! Fuck!”
Gripping her thighs, Sen stopped her from running. Neicey could take dick like a pro but, when it came to Sen’s head game, she was a track star.
“All this running you doing. Let me find out.” Lifting from her middle, Sen smirked before licking his lips and falling back with his head toward the end of their bed. “Come ride this dick before you be late for work.”
Eyes still closed, Neicey had the right mind to call in. She was ready to snuggle back underneath the covers and take a nap, but the hustler in her wouldn’t let her. Though she didn’t have to work, she enjoyed her little office job. It kept her busy and out of a lot of mess hoes tried starting with her. One thing for sure and two things for certain, if you started something with Neicey, she’d surely finish it off.
Whining, she lifted her body to do as Sen instructed. “I bet I won’t be late. Just hit it from the back. You trying to make me do all the work.”
As she bent over and tooted her ass up, Sen couldn’t do anything but smirk because she was right. He was being lazy. But, if back-shots were what she wanted, that’s what she was going to get.
Smacking her hard on the ass, Neicey let out a moan so sexy, Sen had to shake his head. After all the years of them being together, he still found every little thing she did sexy as hell or annoying as hell, depending on his mood. The way she yawned, brushed her teeth, got upset with him for the smallest things like making her ride his dick early in the morning, the way she laughed when they laid up in the bed and got high together; Sen loved it all. Neicey had made him change his player ways and he had no regrets.
“Nah. You not gon’ make it to work,” he said, pounding into her. “Fucking good ass pussy. You not going nowhere.”
Gripping her waist, Neicey threw it back on him like her life depended on it. The ripple effect of her cheeks had Sen in pure bliss. Biting his bottom lip, he pulled out some before sliding all the way back in. Poking at her g-spot, Neicey felt her stomach churn.
“I’m going to cum Papi! Ooh, give me all this good dick. Fuck me like you love me.” Neicey knew just what to say and how to say it to get Sen going.
Placing one hand on the back of her neck, he pushed her deeper into the pillow and stroked deeper. “You gon’ cum already, huh? Nah, don’t cum until I tell you to.”
Neicey smacked her lips. She knew what he was trying to do and she was not falling for it. “No, Sen. You better make me cum right now or I’ll finish myself.”
Entire time she was talking, she was still throwing her ass back. Smirking, Sen smacked her other ass cheek, showing it some love. “You ain’t finishing shit. Touching shit. This is my pussy,” he hissed, hitting her with a stroke so mean, Neicey felt her toes pop and eyes water. “Only I can make her cum. You hear me?”
“Ooooh, yes. I hear you, baby,” she groaned, as her muscles began to contract around his length.
Reaching between her legs, Sen rubbed her clit to get her off. The way she was twerking her ass, he knew he’d be releasing any second. Leaning forward, he began to suck on her ear, before dipping his tongue inside. He had never been sexually open with no female before Neicey. You couldn’t have paid Sen to suck on a woman’s nipples and, if there was anything he loved more than women, it was money. He’d tell a broad quick that she had better suck on her own nipples and, being who he was, they obliged.
“You got my hand soaking wet girl.” Removing his fingers from her clit as her legs began to shake, Sen placed them in her mouth, so she could enjoy her own taste.
Though they shouldn’t have been, thoughts of another nigga getting what belonged to him floated through Sen’s head more than often, especially during sex. Going from licking her ear, Sen spoke directly into it with his harsh breathing, so she could hear every word he said.
“I’ll still kill a nigga over you. Don’t ever be on no disloyal shit, Shanice. I swear, I’d lose my mufuckin’ cool.”
“Shut the fuck up, Sen. Ain’t nobody being disloyal.”
As if her answer were music to his ears, Sen emptied his seeds insides of her, before wrapping his arms around her waist and maneuvering their bodies down to the sheets. With his weight atop hers, Sen kissed Neicey all over her neck and face, enjoying their moment, but she just had to ruin the moment by passing gas. Sen sucked his teeth before pushing her out the bed.
With a thud, Neicey collapsed on the floor but hopped up just as quick. “Why would you push me!”
“Bruh. You can’t ever just chill, damn.”
“What?” Neicey asked with a chuckle, trying to swing on him. “Didn’t nobody tell you to be all up on my ass. I need to get ready for work anyway.”
“Nah,” Sen replied, pulling her arm and putting her body in a tight hold as she collapsed on the bed. With his legs wrapped around hers and hands gripping her breasts, Neicey had nowhere to go. “I told you, you not going anywhere. I wasn’t playing. We staying in the house all day, being lazy.”
Though it sounded good, it wasn’t going to happen. “Seeeen. Stop playing for real, before I put you on pussy punishment. You always get like this after I put it on you.”
“I’m like this about you, period. The pussy is a bonus. Why you wanna keep that job and you have the studio?”
For Christmas last year, Sen purchased Neicey her own studio for pole dancing classes, and he surely thought it would keep her from working the basic office job she had. He’d never knock her hustle, never had, but the man in him knew she didn’t really want to work there; she was just doing it because her business hadn’t taken off like she really wanted it to. Even though they weren’t on the best of terms during the holiday season, he had still come through for her with the surprise and the smile on her face made it much more worth it, even if her goals of where she wanted the studio to be hadn’t been accomplished yet.
“Damn, that ass fat!”
Neicey turned swiftly in her heels and shot Sen a look so deadly, it would surely send him straight to
the lake of fire on this good Christmas day. Since Wal-Mart was closed, they had to make a quick stop by Sam’s Club for a case of pop on their way to Meechi and Erica’s crib.
“Why you always showing out? Bring yo ass on,” Neicey hissed, as her heels clicked against the tile floor. Walking up behind her, Sen wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbed her thick thighs, and kissed her neck. As always, he was high as a giraffe and ready to eat.
“Chill out. It’s Christmas and shit. Why you acting like this ain’t us?”
“Because it’s not us. We are technically on a break, Sensay,” Neicey said, nudging him off her with her shoulder. A week prior, Neicey had simply told Sen that she wanted a break, and he simply told her he’d break his foot off in her ass. There was no quitting him. Not now, not ever. He moved from behind her and stepped to the side, where she was pushing the basket.
“And what did I tell you? Breaks don’t work for us. You see what happened last time you tried pulling that dumb shit. I had to kill a nigga,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“That’s because you’re crazy.”
“That ain’t nothing you don’t already know, though. After that gift I got you, you think you leaving me? Shit,” he replied with a chuckle.
Neicey stopped the basket and looked at him with a smirk. “Sen, you bought me a parking sign with my name on it.”
“I got you some other shit, too. Don’t try and play me, Shanice.”
Neicey chuckled and rolled her eyes. “And I love them all, but what am I going to do with a parking sign?”
Digging in his pocket, Sen pulled out two sets of keys and jingled them in the air. “I know you retired your stripper life for a nigga, and I rock with you for caring about my feelings.”
“Are you about to cry?” Neicey joked, placing a hand over her heart.