by Nikisha Mock
Hey. I hope you don’t find this too forward or unprofessional but I just wanted to tell you that it was really good seeing you today outside of the office. You looked happy and relaxed with your friends. That’s good for you.
Hmmm. Now what am I supposed to do with this information? I wondered. Is he flirting with me? I mean, he could have just told me that during our next visit. But he looked me up on Facebook. He must have really wanted to tell me this, right? I was giving myself all types of pep talks to stay calm and reply to his message.
Hey doc! Thanks a lot. It’s always good to spend time with my girls. Good to see you as well.
There. That should be sufficient. Not too forward, just a general response. And then I could see that he was typing. Oh lord, what’s he going to say now?
No problem. So I’ll see you soon?
Of course he would see me soon, I had an appointment coming up in a few days, I was thinking. This was one weird exchange but I decided to roll with it.
Absolutely! J Ttyl
I had to cut it short. I hate to let my mind wander and so far, he hadn’t said anything out of line so no harm, no foul, right? Still it was odd that he actually reached out to me on a personal level. There had to be more than a few rules against that, I was sure. But oh well, whatever. I sure wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. For now anyway. I proceeded to make myself a good little dinner of grilled chicken salad and a glass of Moscato. I sent a text to Ayanna and told her I would be stopping by. Ciara said she had a date with some mystery man. I couldn’t wait to find out all about him. I was in the middle of getting dressed when Tyler came in.
He walked right up to me and hugged me from behind as I admired myself in the mirror.
“Mmmmm, hey baby,” I moaned and enjoyed his warm hug.
“Hey baby,” he said and kissed me on my neck. “Damn, you are looking good, bae.”
“In jeans and my bra?” I laughed.
“Of course. The only thing that would look better would be you out of those jeans,” he said flirting with me as usual.
“Nope. Took me long enough to figure out what to wear, I’m not undressing and have you mess up my hair. You know it takes me long enough to get ready anyway,” I joked.
“Ah man, come on girl, you know want this!” he said laughing.
“Nah, you know you want this,” I said while cupping a handful of my breasts as I looked back at him in the mirror.
“You damn right. Quit playing now. Come here.”
“Ty, baby. Oh my gosh, what are you doing?”
He didn’t respond. He just proceeded to unzip my pants and put his hand down and inside my panties. My knees bent a little as the pleasure of him fingering me got the best of me. My mouth dropped open and my breathing quickened. He nibbled on my neck and the tip of my ear. I reached back to rub his dick through his jeans. It was already hard and I could feel the huge hump trying to push through the material. I unzipped his jeans and set it free. Grabbing it with one hand, I rubbed and caressed it.
“What you gonna do with that, girl?” he asked.
“I can show you better than I can tell you,” I said. “But not right now. You go take a shower and get dressed. We can finish this later.”
“Yo, that’s cold, Eva. You’re just gonna leave me like this?” he asked with his arms spread out and looking down at how erect he was.
I laughed. “Take a cold shower, you’ll be alright.”
I knew I was wrong for that but why can’t I tease my man every now and then? Later on tonight, he’d make me pay for it I was sure but for the time being, I was enjoying having the upper hand.
“You know you ain’t right, but it’s all good. I got you later,” he said as he slapped my ass and went to turn on the shower.
I went on about my business, getting dressed, and putting the finishing touches on my makeup. Tyler was in the shower singing off key and sounding like a wounded dog. I laughed and shook my head. Then I heard something buzzing. I looked at my phone but it wasn’t mine. I shrugged and went back to applying makeup but then it buzzed again. I looked over at his jeans and figured it was his phone.
No big deal. I tried to carry on with my business but it kept buzzing. Part of me was yelling don’t look at it! Just ignore it, girl. But the other part of me was curious as hell. Tyler hadn’t given me any reasons to doubt him so I fought with myself for a little bit longer and then decided to let it go. That could be anyone calling or texting him. It would do me no good to start playing the insecure chick right about now. Just then, Tyler came out of the shower with nothing but a crisp white towel wrapped around his waist. Damn, the man is fine. I instantly got wet at the sight of him.
“What are you staring at?” he asked grinning.
He knew damn well what I was looking at. I smirked. I refused to play myself because I had just politely turned him down for sex and now here I was about to drool all over myself.
He walked into the closet in search of something to wear and came out with a crisp white Polo and a pair of new jeans. I handed him his polo belt and his Rolex. I was still staring at him. It is a wonderful feeling to be in love with a man who you consider to be absolutely gorgeous.
“Quit staring at me like that girl, you making me nervous,” he laughed. “You didn’t want none anyway so what you looking at?”
“Whew. It’s all good, homie. I’m cool. Let me get my shoes and get out of here before I change my damn mind,” I said shaking my head and laughing to myself.
Buzzzzzz.
Tyler paused. So did I. I looked at him and he looked at his jeans on the floor. Then he casually bent down to check his phone. I assumed it was a text because he quickly responded and then put his phone on the nightstand. I looked at him. Then shrugged it off.
“Well, I’m about to leave, bae. What time you think you coming home?” I asked.
“It probably won’t be too late. What about you?”
“Same. Sometimes I wait for Yanna’s shift to end but I doubt I’ll be out that late tonight.”
“Alright, well, be safe. Come here girl,” he said as he opened is arms. I stepped into them and inhaled the fresh scent of him.
“I love you baby,” he said as he kissed me.
“I love you too, Ty. And don’t you forget it,” I smiled.
I got to Downtown Al’s and the line was long, full of anxiously waiting perverts and wannabe strippers. I walked right up to the bouncer who knew me by name now.
“Hey gorgeous, good to see you tonight,” Mal said as he moved the rope and let me in. I could hear the whispers behind me and let them fall right between the crack of my ass as I sashayed inside. Ayanna spotted me immediately and waved me over.
“Hey girl! I wondered if you would make it. I know how it is,” she smiled, automatically pouring me a Long Island Iced Tea.
“Well, Ty’s going out with the boys tonight so I said hey, why not come chill with you for a while and get my drink on?” I shrugged.
“I know that’s right. Well it’s probably going to get really wild in here tonight. Indigo and Desyre have a special set coming up in a few minutes and it’s all the men have been talking about so far.”
“Really? Well I can’t wait to see this!” I smiled. “Hey Star, how you doing girl?”
“I’m cool as a fan and a man with a tan, what’s up girl?” she laughed and I did too. I was beginning to like Star. I could tell she kept herself guarded and showed a rough exterior but inside I was thinking that she was just like every other girl, longing to be loved and treated right.
“Yanna, I told Al I was going to leave a little early tonight. You think you’ll be alright back here by yourself?” Star asked Ayanna.
“Yeah girl, I’m straight. You okay, though? You never leave work early,” Ayanna said, sounding concerned.
“I’m good, just not in the mood tonight, you know what I mean?” Star sounded a little down when she said that.
Ayanna sighed. “Girl, I have told you before you
are going to have to get a handle on all that. But I understand. Go home and get some rest okay? I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
With that, Star went to the back, I assumed to tell Al she was leaving, and then I saw her going out through the back way. I looked at Ayanna and she just shook her head.
“This thing with her and Indy is really weighing heavy on her. I told her if it’s causing her that much pain then she just might need to let it go. There are plenty of other women that come in here flirting with her. She doesn’t have to be locked down to one if she doesn’t want too.”
“I know that’s right. Indigo seems cool, I guess. I don’t know much about her.”
“Yeah, she’s cool but I think she loves the attention from all the men and even a few of the women. That’s fine, don’t get me wrong. It’s how you handle all that attention is what can get you in trouble. Star’s been through enough in her life. She really doesn’t need any additional drama right now.”
I nodded. Haven’t we all had enough drama to last a lifetime? I guess relationships between two women can be just as exhausting as a relationship between a man and a woman. Seems like no relationship was exempt from the bullshit.
“Ahhh get ready, get ready! The moment you all have been waiting for. Fellas, grab your wallets. Ladies, get that rent money out. It’s show time! Coming to the stage, we got one hell of a treat for you. Give it up for Miss Indigo and Miss Desyre!”
The DJ got the crowd hyped up and everyone flowed to the stage area. The curtains parted and that song 2 Chainz made about loving strippers started playing. Indigo came out bouncing and shaking to the beat followed closely by Desyre. Both ladies had on black leather bra tops and black leather miniskirts that barely covered anything. Indigo’s thong was pink and Desyre’s was lime green.
The ladies walked around in a circle center stage staring each other down. Indigo licked her lips seductively and then walked up to Desyre. She touched her face gently and Desyre seemed to blush. Then they kissed passionately and the men yelled and whistled. The two ladies put one hand each on the pole and walked around it then they increased the pace. Indigo jumped and the next thing I knew she seemed to be flying in the air, swinging around the pole. As if she was waiting to jump in the double dutch ropes, Desyre, bounced back and forth waiting for her opportunity and then she jumped and she was above Indigo, flying around the pole at the same pace. She put one leg down and rested her foot on Indigo’s leg. Then Indigo somehow managed to intertwine her leg with Desyre’s.
These ladies performed stunts that would have made Cirque de Soleil proud! I was in awe. The men completely lost it when both ladies climbed to the top of the pole and then did splits on opposites sides all the way from the top of the pole straight down to the bottom and hit the stage floor.
Well damn! They had talent; I had to give it to them.
Indigo laid down flat on her back and Desyre seductively crawled over to her. She touched Indy’s breasts then licked each nipple gently. Indigo’s mouth opened in pleasure. The men started throwing even more money at the women as they continued their freak show. Desyre took her hand and two fingers disappeared inside of Indigo.
I looked over at Ayanna who was serving a customer at the end of the bar but watching the entire ordeal. She just shook her head. So apparently, this is the reason Star left early. I don’t know how I would handle seeing my woman performing a live sex act for all to see either. Damn that had to be really hard to deal with.
Ayanna told me Star had a bit of a temper sometimes so I’m sure this was another reason she chose to leave. I watched on in amazement. The ladies let go of each other long enough to entertain separate ends of the stage. They had money all over them, where there was enough material to stuff money that is.
At the end of their set, they bowed and then walked off stage, hand in hand. Just before they walked through the closed curtain, they turned to each other, looked at the crowd, kissed again, and walked off the stage, Indigo in front and Desyre palming her ass from behind. I had to admit, the show was sexy as hell. Even the women in the club were yelling and throwing money. It was definitely a sight to see but also not one Star should have had to witness.
“Now I see why she left,” I said once the show was over.
“Yeah. I mean, I know Indy has a job to do but damn. It doesn’t have to always be so physical. And Al thinks we don’t know what goes on in those back rooms besides private lap dances but come on now. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the men can get way more than a lap dance if their pockets are deep enough.”
I looked back at the stage and wondered what the two ladies were doing now that their freak show was over and they’d collected their dusty bills. I felt bad for Star. I guess she kind of had to know what came with the territory of dating a stripper but it’s just like the saying goes; as long as it’s not in my face, I guess.
A crowd of people had just been let into the club and I immediately recognized Fallon’s ass. I automatically felt defensive around her for some reason. Sometimes you can just tell a shady ass person just from being around them and Fallon was sending off all kind of alarms in my head. She walked in with one of her girls looking ratchet as ever. This chick had blue weave and blue lipstick. I guess she was going for the Keyshia Ka’oir look but couldn’t quite pull it off.
Her dress was cheap and kept rising up on her thick thighs. She clearly forgot her spanx because her belly was sticking way out in front of her. Her homegirl was equally tacky with ripped jeans and a neon green ripped shirt that was too tight and had the nerve to be a mid-drift top, exposing her myriad of stretch marks.
The two clowns walked up to the bar, talking loud. You know they had to be loud because the music was blasting but I could still hear their entire conversation. I assume because they wanted me to hear but I would not feed in to their stupidity.
“Girl, fuck him. He ain’t worth your time. I know Cam set him straight, huh?” Thing One with the ripped jeans said.
“Cam let that fool know what time it was. I swear, I love my big brother. I just wish he had better taste in women because these bitches he’s messing with now are tired,” Thing two, whose name just happens to be Fallon, said. She called my girl a bitch. That was her strike one.
“Ha ha ha! I know that’s right girl. Speaking of tired, tell that bitch to come make us a drink,” her friend said while popping her gum loudly. Ghetto with a capital G.
“Bartender! How long does it take to get a drink in here? Damn!” Fallon yelled.
Keep clam, Eva. These bitches are silly. Do not make a scene at Ayanna’s job.
Ayanna kept talking to another customer at the end of the bar and completely ignored Fallon. I could tell she was getting pissed but she was trying hard not to let it show. I giggled under my breath and kept an eye on them without being obvious. Fallon started snapping her fingers and yelling again.
“I know this bitch hear me. Ayanna! Excuse me? Can we get some service down here, please?” she continued to yell.
I was now looking in their direction but never stopped sipping my drink.
“Now what the fuck is this bitch looking at?” Thing One asked Fallon.
Don’t do it, Eva.
“Is somebody talking to you?” Fallon had the nerve to ask me.
I refused to respond. I just stared at them, smirking and sipping.
“Maybe she’s mute? Or a special needs case?” Thing One shrugged. Fallon laughed as if it was the joke of the year. She was about to burn up strike two. And then it happened.
“You’re staring at us mighty hard bitch. Please believe you don’t want none,” Fallon said.
I laughed and mumbled, “Strike two.”
“The fuck you say?” her friend asked, getting up from her stool to come towards me. When she was standing near me, not close enough to touch me, she put her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side. I never broke my gaze or put down my drink. At this point Ayanna looked over and noticed the girl a little
too close to me and came right over.
“We got a problem here?” Ayanna asked, staring the girl down.
“I don’t know, do we?” Fallon, now standing next to her friend, said to Ayanna with much attitude.
“Child, you clearly don’t want it with me. Go play,” Ayanna said as she whisked her hand in a ‘go away’ motion. I giggled again. These two lame ass broads were pure comedy. It was amazing that Fallon and Cam shared the same bloodline because he seemed so calm and cool. But his sister was young and dumb.
I guess Thing One didn’t like the fact that I was laughing because next thing I knew she had stepped a little too close into my personal space so she was instantly wearing my Long Island Iced Tea. That was strike three. She was way past shocked, standing there looking even more stupid, face, hair, and clothes dripping wet. Fallon covered her mouth and even giggled a little bit. How trifling is that?
“Bartender, can I get a refill please? I seem to have spilled my drink,” I said casually, never taking my eyes off Thing One.
“You stupid bitch!” she yelled and attempted to lunge towards me. I moved and she tripped, landing face first on the club floor. Other people were taking notice now and a few were laughing and pointing. She got up, really embarrassed now but still ready and feeling froggy.
“Tracey, leave that tired bitch alone. She moved because she knew you were coming for that ass. We don’t have time for either one of these bitches anyway. Oh, there go Lana, Cam’s girl. Let’s go holler at her,” Fallon said loudly, looked at Ayanna, and winked.
I looked at Ayanna as if to say, who the hell is Lana? Yanna just shook her head. She looked a little hurt even though she was trying not to show it. I’m sure she didn’t want to give Fallon and her goofy friend the satisfaction because while they were talking to this Lana chick, the three of them kept staring in our direction.
“I still can’t believe you threw your drink all over that girl,” Ayanna said laughing.