Scar

by Margo

  “No problem. I got you big time!” the valet replied, taking the two bills from Sincere’s hand.

  They walked to the door of the club. The bouncer shook Sincere’s hand, and they were in. They proceeded to the VIP, getting stares from both men and women. Men were in awe because Sincere had two bad bitches with him, fitting any breathing man’s taste. Women were straight-up envious because Ashley was in town, and they knew to stay far away. They sat down with Sincere, immediately ordering three bottles. Ashley ordered some 1738, and Dior ordered some Grey Goose and cranberry.

  In no time their drinks were back, and they were indulging. Dior was a dancer. She enjoyed it. “Come on, Ash, you already know!”

  Ashley got up. “Let’s do it!”

  “Do y’all thing. I’ll be around,” Sincere said, grabbing his bottle and going on a search to find his boy who owned the club.

  Dior and Ashley barely made it to the dance floor with everybody stopping them to say one thing or another.

  A cut from one of the great Atlanta rappers, T.I., had the club rocking. None of the females in the club were fucking with Dior and Ashley. Some came close, but that didn’t count. They were grinding and winding their bodies to the beat and had niggas mesmerized. A couple of them tried to get a dance, but the girls just pushed them away.

  They went crazy when a Yo Gotti cut came on. They started cutting up. While Ashley dropped it low and picked it up slow, Dior pulled her dress down and bent over, making her ass roll and shake to the beat. When she was coming back up, she noticed that Sincere was now with Ashley. Sincere loved to watch Ashley dance. Dior kept doing her thing and bent back over, noticing some Gucci sneakers approaching her, and in no time she felt a hard dick on her ass. Turning around to see who the clown was, she was shocked to see Mal looking so good.

  “You was about to go off, huh?” Mal smirked.

  “You already know you got to pay to play,” Dior said with a straight face.

  “I know all too well. I’d pay again, too,” Mal felt the need to let her know.

  “Mal, man, what you doing all on my cousin?” Sincere asked as he approached them.

  “Aw, man, I ain’t even know she was your peoples.” Mal was shocked, but he really ain’t give a fuck whose cousin Dior was. He was on li’l mama. He did find it funny that he never met Dior even though he had been rocking with the nigga Sin for a while. Sin was his dog. They did business, but they would just kick it and shoot the breeze, too.

  Sincere made introductions. “Aye, Mal, this is my girl, Ashley. Ashley, this my nigga I was telling you about. He owns this club. Oh, you already know Ashley’s cousin, Dior.” As Mal shook Ashley’s hand, he just laughed at Sincere trying to be funny. “Oh, and I know she know you ’cause you was all up on that thang.”

  Everybody started laughing. “Shut up, stupid. Damn, Sincere, you really know everybody,” a frustrated Dior replied. Sincere was very observant. Nothing got by him.

  “You already know,” Sincere retorted, kissing all on Ashley’s neck.

  Mal had been staring at Dior the whole time. He wanted her now. “Dior, come up to my office with me!” Mal said with his desire for her in his tone as he whispered in her ear. Mal didn’t even wait for a reply. He grabbed her hand, leading her through the club to his upstairs office. They walked in. There was a huge two-way mirror showing the entire club. This was the first thing Dior noticed.

  “We can see them, and they can’t see us?” Dior asked, intrigued.

  “At least until I flip this switch,” Mal answered, flipping a switch and making them visible to the club. This turned Dior on to no end. She immediately pushed him on top of his desk, releasing his dick. Dior began sucking his dick like her life depended on it.

  “Damn, just like that huh?” A defeated Mal looked down at her. She never answered. Dior looked up, taking her mouth off his dick and leaving a trail of spit from her mouth to his dick.

  “Oh shit!” Mal was in a state of euphoria. He grabbed the back of her head, beginning to fuck her face at a slow but steady pace then quickly speeding up. In no time she felt him tensing up. She knew he was close

  “Fuck! Damn, I’m about to cum!” Mal shouted, releasing his seed down Dior’s throat. She swallowed every drop. Mal opened his eyes, looking down at the club watching them.

  “I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.” Mal picked her up off the floor and placed her on the desk. Pulling her dress up over her waist, he put her legs on his shoulders and began to fuck her hard. He picked her up to give the people of the club a side view.

  “Oh shit. Um.” Dior’s moans were all over the place. She couldn’t help it. Mal’s dick should be bronzed and given out as an award.

  “Damn, girl, you got some good-ass pussy!” Mal grumbled as he watched his dick go in and out. He began to fuck her harder and rougher. He was shocked when even in that position she was throwing her pussy at him. It was then that he slid her off his dick, and turning her ass to him, he stuck it in her ass.

  “Oh shit! Go in hard and fast,” a distressed Dior let out. The pain that she felt in her ass was indescribable, but the feeling was so good that it was overwhelming.

  Mal took his dick out, and in one swift motion, he began fucking her ass.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh!” Dior was bucking and going wild. Mal took her in front of the mirror, so they were looking at the club people. All Mal could do was shake with his groaning inaudible terms. This shit was erotic as hell.

  “Oh my God. Here I come!” Dior told Mal, but even that couldn’t prepare him for what came covering his dick and the mirror before them. He noticed that the people below them were in awe of the amount of juices that covered the glass. All of the juices coming from Dior were astronomical, more than enough to make a man feel like “the man.” Mal didn’t even let her come down. He was ready to cum, so he put his dick in her pussy.

  “It’s my turn to cum now!” Mal told Dior as he began to fuck her from behind, hitting her spot repeatedly. He was so rough that he could no longer hold his groaning in.

  “Ummmmm.” While Mal was speaking gibberish, Dior was screaming because of the beating he was giving her pussy. It was the best type of pain.

  “Fuuuuuuccccck.” Mal came deep in her pussy. They both began to shake. Dior came again.

  “Ummmm!”

  They began getting themselves together. Mal flipped the switch to the mirror. As he pulled his pants up, he went in his right pocket and then stuffed money into her purse. Dior watched the whole scene. For pussy that good, Mal didn’t mind paying.

  “Thank you, Mal.”

  “I got you!” Mal said as Dior walked ahead of him out of the office. Mal only shook his head, watching her ass bounce as she walked down the steps. He was ready to go again. They finally made it into the club, getting a round of applause. Dior and Mal paid it no attention. Mal got stopped while Dior kept walking.

  “Good show,” Ashley and Sincere said simultaneously.

  “Y’all so childish! But I aim to please,” Dior smartly responded. Dior wasn’t sneaking. She was upfront about her shit. That was something only the real could appreciate.

  They proceeded to walk out of the club without a problem until Dior heard something in the crowd.

  “She a busto!” a weak-ass, hating-ass bitch decided to be bold enough to say. In the hood, a busto wasn’t a city in Italy. A busto was a runner, a freak bitch, a female who didn’t mind getting down. A busto usually left with a wet ass and empty pockets. That by no means described a bitch like Dior.

  Dior looked back. “I’m Dior, the Busto Bitch! Just know this: you’ll hate this week, and you’ll hate next week. Both weeks I get paid.” She pranced out of the club without a care in the world.

  Mal watched on, digging Dior’s whole style.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Back at the restaurant, everybody finished their food and was tuned in like Channel 2 Fox News. Even Mal sat back, amazed by the type of female Dior was.

  “So that’s
what it is. Many people judge me. I’m used to it. But through it all, I’m on my money chase.”

  “Man, you ain’t got to make a disclaimer. I’m a grown-ass man. I for damn sure don’t need a good girl,” Jamal stated matter-of-factly. “I want to get to know you more.”

  Dior looked on, loving that Jamal wasn’t intimidated by her choices. Most men were. This could be interesting.

  Eron jumped in. “Well, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow at graduation.”

  Dior was confused. “So that’s all you got to say?”

  “Shit, what do I supposed to say? Mal a grown-ass man. I trust his judgment. Shit, I know bitches who do more for less. I will say this though, you need to end whatever ties you have to that nigga A.J.”

  “There are no ties, so that won’t be a problem. I just won’t talk to him or answer his calls. Matter of fact, if he should call, I’ll just let him know that ain’t shit up. It’s just that simple and plain.”

  Aaliyah chimed in. “Who did you think we were? We all got skeletons in our closet. Now, do you have plans after graduation?”

  “Not really. Ashley and her dude coming. I think we just gon’ play it by ear.”

  “Okay, cool. Y’all can come to Eron’s mom’s house for a barbeque they are throwing in honor of my graduation. It’s going to be a small gathering. Afterward, we’re going to head to the club to top off our day. Are you with it?”

  “That sounds like a plan to me. That is, if Mal doesn’t mind me hanging out him and his family.”

  “Come on, na. That’s a question you ain’t even got to ask me.” Jamal was so cool as he quoted T.I. in the Young Jeezy song “Bang.”

  Aaliyah was excited. Her face lit up. Eron loved the way Aaliyah’s face looked when she happy.

  “Okay then cool. Guess we’ll see you tomorrow then.”

  Everybody hugged saying their good-byes. Eron and Aaliyah made their way out of the restaurant, noticing that Dior and Jamal didn’t budge.

  “Guess they still had things to discuss.”

  “Come on, nosey,” Eron said as he ushered Aaliyah into the car.

  “Damn!”

  “What the fuck?”

  “It’s crazy how things playing out. But anyway.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mal and Dior

  “So why haven’t I seen you?” When Dior left the club, Mal had no way of getting touch with her. Through everything they never exchanged numbers.

  “I just figured you would find me if you needed to.” Dior didn’t know where this shyness was coming from, but she started to feel intimidated by Mal. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but Mal stayed on her mind, and she didn’t like it.

  What Dior didn’t know was that she too had Mal in a confused state. Why would he want a bitch like Dior? Mal did his thang in the streets. He was a hungry-ass nigga, but the thing that separated him from other niggas was that he didn’t mind putting in the work. Big E laid the blueprint for him and Eron to follow.

  Mal didn’t want a “good bitch.” He needed a bitch who understood the ups and downs that came with the game. He wanted a teammate. No, he didn’t want or need Dior popping pussy for the next nigga. Mal would make sure she was past good. He needed a rider. He wanted a bitch who would bust her guns if it came to that. Bottom line, the hustle he saw in Dior was admirable. Who was he to judge her hustle? Hell, he wasn’t exactly legal, almost. But almost didn’t count to the law.

  “You right. I did find you shopping. I don’t like that, so let’s fix this now. Put your number in my phone.” Mal handed her his phone.

  Dior laughed, but she wasn’t stupid. She did what she was told. Mal snatched his phone from Dior and immediately called her phone. “Just so you can have it.”

  Dior smirked. “Got it. So what’s up? You got something else to do?” Dior asked. She hadn’t had grade A quality dick since the last time they fucked.

  “Nah. I ain’t busy. My work is done for the day. What you got in mind?”

  “Meet me at Motor City. Room 1210.”

  Mal started laughing immediately because it was the same room that they were in the last time. “All right, I’ll meet you there.”

  The two parted ways. No more words were needed. Dior and Mal both knew what was up.

  * * *

  Mal knocked on the hotel door. He made a pit stop on the way to the room to see his mom. It was a must for him to check on the home front, especially since his mom refused to move out of the hood. The only good he saw in her still living in the same house that they lived in since they moved to Detroit was that Eron’s mom was just as stubborn. They still looked out for each other, probably even more since Big E was locked up in the federal penitentiary.

  The door opened, and the sight before him left him speechless. Dior quickly turned around, leaving Mal to take in her bare ass.

  “Damn.”

  Jamal was stunned by the scene before him. Dior didn’t speak one word. Dior walked to the middle of the room and pulled a portable pole out of a Cirillia’s bag. Jamal finally sat on the bed and began to roll up.

  This woman is full of surprises. I’ma sit back and enjoy the show.

  Dior continued to unfold the pole while she stole glances of Jamal. The nigga even made rolling a blunt look good. Dior finally had the pole tightened and suctioned to the wall and ceiling. Dior pressed play on her iPod and their situation played with a beat to it in the form of T.I.’s song “Freak Though.”

  Immediately Mal knew the track. He’d listened to it himself and was amazed at how perfect the song was for their particular situation. T.I. spoke about a chick he was digging, but the hood said she got around. Of course, a typical man would be derailed by the rumors of the chick being a ho. But T.I. was embracing the challenge, and so was Mal. It would take a real nigga to deal with Dior. Dior just needed to be tamed and paid. Mal wouldn’t tolerate disrespect about her.

  Mal sat smoking his blunt and watching Dior work the pole. He was amazed. Dior could’ve easily taken her talents to South Beach, Miami. Dior grabbed the pole with both hands, dipping in a squat position, and started twerking her ass checks.

  Mal couldn’t even get a word out. He was thoroughly pleased. The girls from the “Twerk Team” would’ve easily made a spot on the squad for Dior’s talents. She went to the beat. One cheek. Both cheeks. Left cheek and then right cheek and then simultaneously. Dior attempted to do more tricks, but Mal had had enough. He got up, taking off his shirt on the way. Dior was shocked but didn’t show it. Mal grabbed her, standing her in the upright position up against the pole.

  “Why are you teasing a real nigga?” Mal didn’t give Dior a chance to answer his question before he began shooting off a statement. “That shit was sexy though. Ain’t nothing like your own personal dancer.” Mal’s lips immediately found Dior’s neck as he unhooked her bra.

  “Ummm!” Dior was amazed that Mal being so close to her turned her on to no end. His lips touching her was an added bonus.

  Mal immediately went to her titties. He sucked and licked her titties like it was his last meal. Mal grabbed at her ass as he moved her away from the pole and toward the bed. He pushed her on the bed. Dior was in a state of shock. Mal handled her with so much desire. A person could lie and try to fight off the way they may be feeling, but sex was a surefire way for your emotions to tell your truth.

  Something snapped in Dior. She felt the need to show him that as fucked up as their situation was, there was something that she wanted to explore. Dior quickly unbuckled his pants, releasing the dragon. Her mouth instantly watered at the sight of his gorgeous dick. Dior wasted no time surrounding his dick with her mouth.

  “Whoa! Shit!” Mal was confused. Wasn’t I running the show?

  Mal just lay there as he watched Dior make his dick disappear. Her movements were admirable. Dior turned into a bobblehead on the dick.

  Slurp! Slurp!

  “Damn!’ Mal was a goner. It got so good for him that he gripped her head, using the othe
r hand for leverage as he pumped in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Mal felt his dick hitting the back of her mouth. The scene itself was erotic as fuck. The way the spit fell from her lubricating his dick was too much for Mal. Mal had to stop her.

  “I don’t want to cum like that. Sit on this muthafucka.”

  Dior wasn’t one for disappointment. She snatched her panties off as she climbed on top of Mal. Mal picked up her panties.

  “Damn, they are soaked.”

  “That’s all you.” Dior wasn’t lying. Sucking Mal’s dick had her dripping wet. To have him in such a vulnerable state was so exciting. Dior eased his dick into her hot awaiting vagina from the back. It took them both by surprise.

  “Ahhh.”

  “Oh, shit!”

  Mal’s hands immediately went to rub her ass, almost like a magnetic force was linking the two. He caressed her ass like it was precious. The sight of Dior arching her back, looking over her shoulder, and riding him was picture perfect. One would’ve thought she had “equestrian” on her resume. Dior’s ass looked to have a mind of its own. The way it moved while her hips went up and down was out of this world.

  “Shit, Jamal, I’m about to cum.”

  “Cum on so I can cum,” Mal coaxed Dior. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off before he exploded.

  Dior started to buck like crazy. She extended her arm so that she lay as flat as she possibly could, working only her ass up and down. In no time she was releasing a huge orgasm.

  “Oh shit. Shit. I’m cumming!” It showed too. Dior looked like she got the shivers. In between watching her ass and feeling her warm pussy dripping wet from her orgasm, Mal was a goner. In no time he was meeting her at the finish line.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Now, I can tell y’all about the graduation day. I feel like I can make sense of the day now.”

  * * *

  Eron woke Aaliyah up, kissing all over her face. Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah! “Get up! My baby a graduate! But she doesn’t want to wake up.”