Ricky stood there with rage in his eyes. He thought about Asia and started slowly backing away.
“This ain’t the old days, Roscoe. I ain’t scared no more! Ain’t nobody chasing me home now,” Ricky said.
“You will always be the scared little punk that we chased home. Ricky, ain’t nothing changed but your gay-ass name!” Roscoe spat as Damon and Flex busted out laughing.
“Is there a problem, Ricky?” His friend Thunder said, walking out of the club.
“There will be, big boy, if you don’t hurry up and get him,” Roscoe said.
“Come on, Ricky, it ain’t worth it,” Thunder said, grabbing Ricky by the shoulder and walking him inside the club. After Twist followed Ricky and Thunder into the club, Roscoe, Damon, and Flex all started laughing.
“Fuck that soft-ass, panty-wearing motherfucker! He’s lucky I ain’t put a cap in his bitch ass!”
“Why didn’t you?” Damon asked.
“Because my girl will probably be mad at me for killing her favorite exotic dancer,” he said laughing. “Flex, I’ll see you later. Keep up the good work. And keep an eye on that cop, Big Nook,” Roscoe said as he and Damon got back into the truck.
“Don’t worry, Roscoe, I got you,” Flex said, walking back into the club.
“Light that blunt up. That bitch-ass nigga got my blood pressure up!” Roscoe said, starting up his Escalade and driving off.
Back inside the club, Thunder and Ricky stood by the stage talking.
“Don’t let that stupid-ass nigga fuck up your mood, Ricky. That’s all Flex wants to do. It’s Wednesday. Tonight, we’ll have a full house cheering us on. Those troublemakers ain’t worth it. You bigger than that; don’t feed into their little trap,” Thunder said, putting his arm around Ricky’s shoulder.
“Thunder, I’m really tired of that nigga Roscoe! That nigga think he’s so tough, and mothering or no one can touch him. The only reason I ain’t beat the shit out of his bitch ass was because he had a gun on him. I have a little daughter to worry about,” Ricky said.
“Just don’t feed into his bullshit game. A man like him you have to find his weakness first, then you attack him,” Thunder said.
“What if he ain’t got no weakness?” Ricky asked.
“Ricky, everybody has a weakness. Some people’s weakness is their money, while others are love or their children. We all have weaknesses,” Thunder said walking away and leaving Ricky alone to gather his thoughts. When Ricky looked up, he noticed India sitting at the table staring at him. He grabbed his bag and walked over to her.
“What’s up, pretty?” he said.
“You!” India replied.
“What about me?” Ricky asked seeing the serious expression on her face.
“Ricky . . . Ricky . . .”
“What, India? Say it,” he said anxiously.
India just sadly shook her head. Her mouth wouldn’t let her say what her heart had told her to speak. She turned around her laptop computer and said, “We have a winner for your ultimate fan contest.”
“Is that it? There’s nothing else you want to tell me?” Ricky asked, relieved.
After a long sigh, she said, “No, Ricky, that’s it. Next Friday, the club will pay for you and your lucky female fan to have an all-expenses-paid dinner to any restaurant you choose in the city.”
“Is that all?” Ricky asked again.
“Yes, that’s all I had to tell you,” India lied.
“Well, you can hook everything up; you can even pick the restaurant. Tell the winner I’m looking forward to meeting her. You know the game, India. It’s all about our fans,” Ricky said, turning around, and walking away in disappointment.
India sat there at the table with a confused look on her face and sadness boiling inside her soul.
“India! Hey, India!” Ricky yelled back.
“Yeah, Ricky,” she turned and said.
“I forgot to tell you that Asia asked about you again.”
Before India could respond, Ricky disappeared behind the large curtain. She really had a soft spot for his daughter. She wasn’t happy about the way things had gone. Her heart and mind were so conflicted. It’s always hard to shake feelings when you know what you want but see many obstacles in your way. India turned back around and looked at her laptop computer screen. The winner of Ricky’s ultimate fan contest was a woman named Tammy Mathis. She was a thirty-year-old female who lived in North Philly. It was India’s job to notify the contest winner and tell her what she had won. She reached into her jacket pocket and took out her cell phone. She had the entire woman’s info on the screen in front of her. Then she turned around and saw Ricky practicing his moves on stage. After dialing the woman’s phone number, she waited.
“Hello,” A woman’s voice answered. “Hello . . . Hello—”
Without saying a word, India ended the call.
Chapter Thirteen
The Freaks Come Out at Night
Club Chances, Wednesday night, 8:30 p.m.
A long line of excited women were all waiting to get inside of the club. Beautiful females dressed in their most expensive, newest fashions, smelling and looking their best. The ballers and hustlers were all hanging around showing off their most expensive cars with twenty-two-inch rims and banging systems. So many blunts were lit that the strong smell of marijuana filled the air.
A white Mercedes stretch limo pulled up in front of the club. Big Nook and two of his men quickly cleared out the path. When the chauffeur walked around and opened the door, four beautiful women all exited the limousine. Two were black, two white. Three of them were the wives of NBA players. The other was the fiancée of a professional football player.
Big Nook quickly escorted the four lovely women up to the private VIP section. Already in the VIP section were some of Philly’s top female celebrities. Some of the celebrities were Jill Scott, Patti LaBelle, Eve, Charli Baltimore, Vivian Green, and the singing duo Floetry, to name just a few. Lil’ Kim and a few of her New York girlfriends were also inside the VIP, and all were enjoying themselves. The club was packed with women. There were women of all races who had just come out to have a good time. Women were sipping on margaritas and daiquiris. They bought bottles of Moët, Cristal, and Hpnotiq. A few women were already tipsy, shouting out their favorite dancers’ names.
Nancy was standing all alone on the balcony. Every time another woman walked through her doors, she saw dollar signs. India was standing in the back of the club lost in thought. Working at the club with her mother was no longer fun. It was now a job that India had regretted taking. The only reason she stuck around and didn’t quit was because of Ricky. Seeing Ricky coming and going was worth all the bullshit her mother would take her through, she thought.
DJ Twist was mixing and scratching on the turntables. The bass from the songs was banging hard out of the speakers. The women were laughing and conversing while waiting for the show to start. Ricky was standing behind the stage curtain, looking through the peephole. He looked up and saw Nancy on the balcony. Even as he stood behind the curtain, he could see the look of greed on her face. As he continued to scan the large crowd of women, he spotted India standing by herself on the back wall. Out of all the women inside the club, to him, India was the prettiest one there. The only one he wanted, but because of certain circumstances, he couldn’t have her. He was once her mother’s young, secret lover, and for that reason, Ricky decided to keep his distance from India.
“Hey, what’s up, Ricky? You ready to do your thing?” Thunder asked, standing beside him.
“Yeah, I’ma little nervous, but I’m ready,” Ricky said stretching his arms over his head. Another exotic dancer walked up and joined in their conversation.
“Packed house today, huh, fellas?” Neo said.
“There’s more people here than it was on Monday night,” Thunder said, adjusting his bow tie.
“Ricky, you all right? I heard about the little incident with Roscoe earlier,” Neo said in a concerned voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Neo. That punk doesn’t scare me,” he said.
“Do you see that pretty redbone over there? The one standing by the tall, brown-skinned chick?” Neo said, pointing his finger out the hole in the curtain.
“Yeah, she’s pretty. Who is she?” Ricky asked.
“That’s Roscoe’s fiancée. He drops her off at the club every Monday and Wednesday,” Neo said.
“Is that right?” Ricky said with a conniving smile.
“Just thought I’d let you know,” Neo said nonchalantly, walking away.
“So what do you think, Thunder?” Ricky asked.
“I don’t think you need to ask me, Ricky. Like I told you earlier, everybody has a weakness,” Thunder said with a smile. “Everybody.”
Once again, all the lights in the club went out. All except the fluorescent green lights that lit up the large stage. The women started screaming, clapping, whistling, and yelling. Then, a few colorful ceiling lights started blinking on and off. Women were running up to the front of the stage trying to get a better view. A few women stood up on their chairs.
“Are y’all ladies ready to get this party started?” DJ Twist shouted out in the microphone. A loud roar of female voices instantly filled the club.
“Are y’all beautiful women out there ready to be entertained by twenty of the best exotic dancers on the whole East Coast?” DJ Twist yelled into the mic. Women started screaming at the top of their lungs. After DJ Twist released his hand off the record, the crowd went crazy. Whodini’s classic rap song, “The Freaks Come out at Night” started banging out of the speakers. While the women cheered and sang along to the classic chorus, the large curtain started slowing opening.
After the stage curtain had been pulled back, twenty well-toned, greased down bodies stood on the large stage. The twenty men all performed a well-choreographed dance. Each exotic dancer was dressed in a pair of black male thongs and a black bow tie. After their breathtaking performance had ended, the stage curtain started to close, and all the dancers walked backstage.
One at a time, each of the exotic dancers performed their solo routine. After Thunder did his thing, Neo performed right behind him. The last two exotic performers that were left to dance were Flex and Ricky. Flex was determined to outperform Ricky. Even though he had only five minutes to do his thing on stage, Flex had a few tricks up his sleeve. He walked out on stage to Nelly’s classic song “Hot in Herre.” Flex was dressed in a fireman’s outfit; a fire hat, jacket, and pants. The women went wild and crazy as he strolled across the stage and jumped on the dance pole. Flex threw his jacket and hat into the screaming crowd. Women were pushing and shoving each other to grab the items. The women who stood on the balcony were throwing bills all in the air. The club was raining with money.
After Flex slid down his pants, he ran out into the boisterous crowd. Big Nook and his staff had to pull the screaming women from off him. One of the women had managed to snatch off his thong. Without a care in the world, Flex leaped on top of a table and started grooving to the music. The women were getting the show of their lives. Even India stood back, impressed by Flex’s erotic performance.
When Flex had finally made it backstage, even some of the other dancers had to congratulate him on a job well done. Nancy had watched it all from the balcony. And she couldn’t wait to meet her young lover Flex back at the hotel that she had waiting for them after the club closed. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation. Once again, the lights all went out.
“Y’all know what time it is!” DJ Twist shouted. “Ladies, stand up; get out y’all seats! Put the bottles of Cristal and Belvedere down and let’s welcome to the stage the one and only exotic male stripper on the planet—‘Mr. Orgasm!’” DJ Twist shouted in the microphone.
“We want our Orgasm! We want our Orgasm! We want our Orgasm!” women kept yelling. When DJ Twist let his hand off the record, 50 Cent and Lil’ Kim’s classic song, “Magic Stick,” banged hard out of the speakers. The women went crazy.
When the stage curtain was pulled back, ‘Mr. Orgasm’ was standing on the stage with an entire pimp outfit on. He was wearing a big black mink hat with a matching mink coat. Black shades covered his eyes, and about ten gold chains were hanging around his neck. In one of his hands, he had a long, shiny cane. In the other, he had a large signature pimp cup.
‘Mr. Orgasm’ strolled across the stage like he owned it. After he laid down his cane and cup, he tossed his hat and chains into the cheering crowd. A fight broke out between two of the women. Big Nook and his crew quickly separated the two females and escorted them both out of the club. ‘Mr. Orgasm’ slid down the mink coat and stepped out of it. The mink coat was a gift from Gloria; he wasn’t tossing that in the crowd.
After he stepped out of his coat, he ran and did a line of backflips across the stage. When he finished, he landed in a perfect leg split. Once again, the women went wild. ‘Mr. Orgasm’ flowed to the rhythm of the beat. His beautiful body made love to the stage like it was his woman. Just like on Flex’s performance, the bills filled the air, and the money rained down all over the club. In the middle of his erotic performance, DJ Twist mixed in another classic song. The song was called “Get Your Freak On” by Missy Elliot.
Before “Mr. Orgasm” had ended his breathtaking performance, he grabbed his two dozen red roses and started tossing them out into the crowd. The women were pushing and shoving one another to get one. The last rose he held in his hand was the yellow one. He walked along the stage searching for the special female he would give it to. Women were yelling his name, begging for the rose to be given to them. India stood in the back with a sad look on her face. This was the part of Ricky’s performance that she hated the most. “Mr. Orgasm” jumped off the stage into the arms of all his screaming female fans. The women grabbed and pulled on his arms and legs like he was a rock star.
He walked up to the chosen female. She was a short, attractive redbone. Her excited girlfriend stood by her side. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Then smiling, she nodded her head and accepted his yellow rose. Ricky danced his way back through the crowd of swarming women. The other exotic dancers were spread out all over the club. Some were giving lap dances, while others were standing around grinding on horny females. Flex was bragging to two women about his performance. Thunder had an attractive dark-skinned female scooped up in his huge arms. Neo was giving a white woman a lap dance. DJ Twist was mixing and scratching on the turntables. Nancy was already inside of her private office, counting money that the club had made from the door. Big Nook and his men kept the crowd calm and in order. Artie, the bartender, was filling up drinks left and right. It was like one big after party; 300 women and twenty handsome, exotic, male strippers. Panties were wet, dicks were hard, asses bounced, and the music was banging loud and hard.
India watched as the lucky female with the yellow rose eased her way through the crowd. Her girlfriend pushed her on. Ricky saw the lust in her eyes. When he opened the door and went inside, she followed, then she locked it from the inside. India wiped the lone tear from her face before anyone noticed. When the coast was clear, she eased out the door of the club and got into her truck. With Ricky on her mind, the tears started falling once again.
Chapter Fourteen
Guilty Pleasures
“So you said your name was Tori, right?” Ricky asked looking straight into her lustful brown eyes.
“Yeah,” Tori responded standing against the wall with her hands behind her back. Before Tori came to meet Ricky inside the room, she gave her friend Malinda her 3-carat engagement ring to hold for her. Tori stood at five foot four and weighed 135 pounds. She had an expensive weave that hung down to the center of her back. Her gorgeous body was just as tight as her weave; her hourglass measurements were 36-25-38.
“We only have half an hour. Tell me, beautiful, what would you like to do?” Ricky asked moving slowly toward her.
“Whatever you like, just as long as you use a condom,
” Tori said with a serious smile. Ricky opened up his hand and showed Tori the Magnum condom inside.
“I’m always prepared,” he said, pulling her into his arms and grinding his body up against her. Ricky started kissing all around Tori’s sensitive neck. Each time his lips made contact, they sent chills up and down her spine. She reached her arms around him and cupped his ass. Ricky put his hand under her dress and ripped off her soaking wet thong. Tori was so turned on that she didn’t resist. With two fingers, he started playing with her pussy.
“Ohhh!” Tori moaned, as she enjoyed the two-finger clit massage Ricky was giving her. Ricky pulled back and just stared at her. He could see in her eyes that she was burning with desire.
“Take off your dress!” he ordered. Tori slid the dress down her body and stepped out of it. Then, without Ricky asking her, she took off her bra also. Ricky slid down his thong and kicked it to the side. Tori’s eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw Ricky’s majestic dick at full erection.
“Damn! You hung like a horse!” she said nervously yet excited.
“Yeah, I hope you enjoy riding one,” he said, grabbing her hand and walking her over to the small cushioned bench. Ricky sat down and opened up the Magnum condom.
“I’ll put it on,” Tori said, taking it from his hand. She grabbed his hard dick and slid the large condom all the way down. It was a perfect fit. He grabbed Tori and easily lifted her naked body on to his. Tori wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on. Slowly, Ricky slid his hard dick inside of her wet pussy.
“Ohh! God!” she moaned. Holding on to her waist, Ricky slid in and out of her. Then he went inside of her as deep as he could go.
“Oh, I . . . I feel it in my stomach!” Tori grunted. Ricky kept it there and started circling his hips. “Ohhh! Ahhh! That’s my spot! I’m coming!” Tori yelled out in pleasure. Ricky stood up from the bench with her wrapped inside his strong arms. He started carrying her around the room, with his hard dick still inside her. Tori came two more times.
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