I’m In Lust With A Stripper (Erotica)

by Desiree Day

  Bryce’s mother’s shock wore off enough for her to stutter, “Why are you doing this Bryce? Bernard loves you.”

  Bryce turned her gaze to her mother. “I’m sorry Mom,” she choked out, embarrassed that her mother had to see this.

  Suddenly Bernard’s mother took control of the situation. “Come on here boy. We’ll talk about this when we get home. We don’t air our dirty laundry in public,” she hissed. A small crowd had formed around them; a couple of bystanders were boldly recording the scene with their phone.

  “I’m not leaving unless Bryce comes home with me!” Bernard said belligerently.

  “I’ll be home later,” she said softly.

  “Now!” Bernard screamed, then he started crying.

  “Oh God,” Bryce’s Mother muttered to Vanessa. “He told us that we were surprising Bryce with dinner. If I had known this was going to happen, I never would’ve come along. Why do you think he invited us all here?”

  Vanessa shrugged, while she worriedly watched the scene unfold. “Probably to shame her or maybe like he said, he was hoping that you can talk some sense into her.”

  “How can I talk to her? I don’t know what’s going on,” Bryce’s mother said bewildered by it all.

  “I do. Let me see if I can get him to leave.” She patted her arm, then marched over to Bernard. “Hey Bernard, let’s go home.”

  “No! Not until she comes with me.” He pulled off his glasses and knuckled his eyes.

  “Punk ass,” Donté mumbled, but loud enough for Bernard to hear.

  “I’ll come right home, just leave,” Bryce begged.

  “You’re coming home?” Bernard confirmed. His tears had subsided to sniffling.

  “Yes Bernard.”

  Vanessa saw an opportunity and she took it. She grabbed Bernard’s hand and tugged him toward the car. “Come on, let’s go. She’s coming home,” she said soothingly.

  Vanessa finally got everybody in Bernard’s car and they drove off.

  “Oh this shit explains everything. Now I see why you fuck around with me, you got a pussy for a husband,” Donté said with a smirk.

  Bryce glared at him. “Shut up, just shut the fuck up.”

  Chapter 7

  Bryce wanted to surprise Donté with dinner. She knew that he worked hard and rarely had the time to eat healthy. Bryce sauntered into the strip club, carrying some takeout from a soul food restaurant. There was a heaping order of macaroni and cheese, barbeque ribs, potato salad, greens and a big hunk of corn bread.

  He had texted her a few hours ago telling her that he was working. Since it was a Tuesday night the club was half filled. “He’s probably not going to make a lot of money tonight,” she muttered to herself. But it was all subjective, even on a slow night he made more on one night than most people would in a week.

  After Bernard had caught her and Donté, she had promised Bernard that she wasn’t going to see him anymore and that she’d go to counseling with him. She did keep one of her promises; they had a counseling session scheduled. “This will be the last time,” she promised herself.

  She walked to his dressing room. Since he was one of the stars of the show, he had his own; the others had to be satisfied with sharing one huge space. One time when they had to meet, he had her wait for him in his dressing room, where she got a peek at his various costumes. They were the stereotypical ones, but the customers didn’t care, eventually they came off and showed off his sugah cheeks.

  She stopped outside his door, and a Kanye West song seeped around the door. Bryce knocked softly then pushed the door open.

  So shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t move. Donté was sitting naked on his couch, his legs splayed open and a man kneeling between his legs sucking his dick.

  “Donté!”

  Donté’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled lazily at her. “Hey girl.”

  The man stopped sucking, long enough to ask, “So Dara finally showed up.” He turned around and Bryce gasped.

  “What the hell?” It was White Chocolate. “I thought you didn’t like men?” she blurted out for the lack of anything else to say.

  Donté shrugged. “Hey, when I’m horny, a mouth is just a mouth,” he drawled.

  Bryce threw the bag of food at the pair. “You’re a fucking prick. This whole place is sick.” She spun on her heels.

  “Look around,” Donté shouted.

  Bryce stopped then turned around. “What?”

  “Look around bitch, you’re in the place, so doesn’t that make you sick as well?”

  “Fuck you!” She stormed out of his room.

  “Are you going to call him?” Vanessa asked.

  “Why?”

  “For closure, maybe an explanation. If it happened to me I would like to know why he did it. And an apology would be nice.”

  Bryce snorted. “That’s asking too much. What did I expect from someone like him? I should’ve known better, but he was so hot.”

  “How many times did he call you?”

  “None.” He was just something for her to fool around with and to staunch her sexual desire.

  “Do you regret it?”

  Bryce was silent for a minute. “I regret getting married. I never should’ve done it, especially since I wasn’t in love with him. So yeah, all this could’ve been avoided. I was trying to make everybody happy and sometimes that’s not possible. This whole thing was an eye opener. I was hanging onto crazy, but I let it go.”

  “Amen,” Vanessa chimed in.

  “I wish that I could’ve combined Donté’s sexual prowess with Bernard’s sensitivity and brains to make one man. He’ll be the perfect guy for me.”

  Vanessa laughed. “That made up man would be the perfect person for a lot of women. You won’t be able to corral him. So now with Donté out of the picture are you going to focus more on your marriage?”

  “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Fooling around with Donté gave me the best distraction from my marriage. With him around I didn’t have to look at it, now with him gone…”

  “Bernard isn’t that bad. You did marry him for better or for worse,” her friend gently reminded her.

  “I tried, but it’s not working.”

  “Really Bryce, it’s only been three months. I don’t think you’re trying very hard,” she chastised. “And you haven’t been going to counseling.”

  Bryce looked at her sharply. “How do you know that?”

  Vanessa took a sip of her drink before answering. “Because if you were you would’ve mentioned it, but you didn’t.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she said, but something about her friend’s statement bothered her and throughout lunch she kept trying to figure out what it was.

  Chapter 8

  Bryce yawned as she made her way home. The flight from Dallas was uneventful. She had taken a tour of the new state-of-the-art call center. The company had spared no expense. The work stations were ergonomically designed to provide the utmost comfort to the employees. The new phone system was one of the best in the world. And in the three days that she was there, she had interviewed for a supervisor and some team leaders. All in all it was a productive trip, so much so, that she was able to cut it short by a day. After a quick call to her assistant, she got her booked on an eight o’clock flight back to Atlanta.

  Bryce wondered if Bernard would be home. Even though they had been married for only eight months, still newlyweds, they hadn’t been spending any time together. On Christmas there was a loveless exchange of gifts. With her promotion and his job, they saw each other only about twice a week. On Valentine’s Day he sent her the obligatory bouquet of roses, but they didn’t do anything special to celebrate the day. Their sex life was dismal, if they sexed once a month, Bryce was surprised.

  She pulled her car into the garage, and then strolled into the kitchen. She immediately noticed the sink full of dishes and the pots and pans on the stove. “So Bernie’s been cooking,” she muttered to herself, and then she abruptly stopped.
Bryce cocked her head, she heard music. She followed the sound to the dining room where she saw two plates with just crumbs and two wine glasses on the table. Her hands were beginning to get clammy and her stomach was churning. “What the hell,” she mumbled.

  She marched into the living room, where a chocolate cake sat in the middle of the coffee table; a big wedge was missing from it. Next to it were two dessert plates, smeared with traces of chocolate. She absent-mindedly noticed a pair of pumps in front of the couch.

  Bryce swayed slightly, and then forced herself to tiptoe up the stairs to her and Bernard’s bedroom. As soon as she got to the top of the stairs, she saw that the bedroom door was open; she walked cautiously down the corridor. Bryce stopped at the master suite; the hallway light was on, spotlighting the activity.

  She saw her husband fucking another lady, he was making sounds that he never did with her and he was showing a passion that he never showered on her. Bryce stood there and watched him, dazed, it wasn’t like she was watching her husband, this person was a total stranger to her. With his moves and enthusiasm he had a porn star like quality. So fascinated with her husband’s performance that she wasn’t thinking about his lover.

  She raised her hand to knock on the door when Bernard shifted and she saw his partner…Vanessa and Bryce slumped against the doorjamb. Vanessa caught the movement and she froze. Bernard continued to pump, when he realized that she wasn’t moving he stopped and looked down at her.

  “Oh no, am I hurting you?”

  Vanessa shook her head. “Bryce,” she uttered.

  Bernard sighed. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about her, she’ll be home tomorrow.” He kissed her forehead. “Let’s finish.”

  Vanessa struggled underneath him, trying to push him off. “Bryce is here. She’s standing at the door.”

  “What?” Bernard whipped his head around so fast, that it was a surprise he didn’t get self-inflicted whiplash.

  “What’s going on?” Bryce demanded.

  Bernard jumped out of bed. “I’m sorry, Bryce. We didn’t mean for this to happen.”

  Bryce turned her gaze on her best friend. “Vanessa?”

  “I’m sorry Bryce.”

  “Why Vanessa?” Vanessa sat up in bed, clutching the blankets to her chest. “He’s a good man Bryce.”

  “I’ll give y’all five minutes to get dressed. I’ll be downstairs.” The enormity of the situation didn’t hit her until she was downstairs. Her hands began shaking and she suddenly felt lightheaded. She dropped onto the couch and clasped her hands together, then placed them between her legs. Ten minutes later her husband and best friend came down the stairs holding hands.

  She saw how attractive he had gotten. His glasses were gone and were replaced with contact lenses. His wardrobe had been updated and he walked with a new confidence that she hadn’t noticed before. How did I not see this happening?

  The trio stared at each other, neither saying anything. Bernard was the first to break the silence. “Hey, I’m sorry Bryce. We didn’t want you to find out this way, we were going to tell you.”

  Bryce snorted. “Tell me what happened.”

  Bernard and Vanessa sat down together on the couch, close enough to each other that their legs touched. “Everything wasn’t right from the get go. You can agree with me on that, right? And let’s not forget the stripper.”

  Bryce rolled her eyes. “I guess.”

  “Nu uh, you’re not getting off that easy, tell me that it wasn’t right from the beginning!” he demanded.

  “Are you trying to get me to condone your affair just because I had one?” Bryce stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I’m not going to do it.”

  “All I want you to do is to recognize your part in all this. You didn’t want to be married, you were screwing around with that stripper, and you were ignoring me. You never came to a counseling session. I did everything within my power to make you happy, but all you did was tear it up and throw it back in my face. How did you think that made me feel?”

  “How do you think I feel finding out that not only is my husband cheating on me but with my best friend? And in my bed…my fucking bed. How come you didn’t go over to her place?”

  “We did,” Bernard retorted sharply and Bryce glared at him.

  “I’m sorry, but neither one of us expected this to happen. Honest we didn’t,” Vanessa interjected. “But he would call me looking for you. And then a couple of times, he wanted to meet, to pick my brain to see what he could do to make you happy. And I gave him suggestions. But the more I got to know him, the more I realized that the problem was you Bryce, not him. He’s a good man. I guess I’ve been brainwashed all these years thinking that he was the one with the problem. But I learned that I was wrong, you are Bry,” Vanessa finished.

  Bryce pulled her head back as though she had been slapped. “That’s not true.”

  “Yes it is Bryce,” Bernard said quietly. “I think that we should get a divorce.”

  “Maybe I don’t want one,” Bryce said stubbornly, sounding like a three-year-old.

  Bernard shook his head. “Yeah you do. And we’ll get one. Our parents will be disappointed, but they’ll be happy with Vanessa and the baby.”

  Bryce suddenly went cold. “What?”

  Vanessa smiled shyly and Bernard beamed. “Yep! I’m going to be a Daddy.”

  Chapter 9

  Bryce and her sister were sitting in the breakfast nook overlooking the backyard. Bernard had let her have the house since Vanessa’s was conveniently closer to both of their jobs. According to her mom, they were flying their parents and a few close friends to Jamaica to their wedding. They really didn’t want a big bash considering that the signatures were still wet on Bernard’s and Bryce’s divorce decree. It didn’t take long for the divorce, they only had the house they purchased together and Bernard gave it to her without a fight.

  “Do you see Vanessa,” Cooper asked tentatively. “Has she tried to call you?”

  “I haven’t seen her or talked to her. But she did send me a three-page letter, telling me how sorry she was and how she didn’t intend to break up my marriage.”

  “Do you believe her?”

  Bryce smiled. “I do. Vanessa was my girl, she knew all my dirt and I knew all hers. I’ve known her for a long time and in all that time, she never dated a man who was in a committed relationship. If she even got a whiff of a girlfriend, she was gone. So yeah, I believe her.”

  “So are you going to reach out to her?”

  “I will. You know Vanessa is like a sister to me, so it’s like her little boy is my nephew.” She had heard from her mom that Vanessa had given birth prematurely to a little boy, he had spent a couple of months in the NICU but was home now with his parents.

  “You’re surprisingly calm about this,” Cooper observed.

  Bryce snorted. “Not really. When everything went down, I wanted to kill both of them. I couldn’t understand how they could cheat behind my back, two people who claimed to love me. Then I realized my part, and I was wrong on so many different levels. So there’s no reason for me to be indignant or mad at them. I got what I deserved.”

  “Wow. Great attitude.”

  “I wish that I would have done things differently,” she admitted.

  Cooper raised a perfectly threaded eyebrow. “Yeah, like what?”

  “I never would’ve gotten married. Instead of trying to make everybody happy, I should’ve listened to my gut and called the whole thing off. Bernard wasn’t right for me and now that he’s with Vanessa, I can imagine that he’s a lot happier.”

  “Let’s hope, at least Mommy and Daddy have forgiven you.”

  Bryce smiled. “Yeah that’s true.”

  Cooper silently regarded her sister. “Have you forgiven yourself?” she asked quietly.

  “A little bit every day,” she whispered.

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Brooke Witherspoon frowned at the inch-high pile of bills stacked on her coffee table. The first of the month was quickly approaching and the bills were due. She mentally started two lists: The MUST be paid and the MIGHT be paid. She pulled out a small taupe colored envelope, the gas and electric and started the MUST be paid pile. The next to be moved over to the MUST be paid pile, was her car payment, the mortgage, cell phone, daycare and water bills. She left her cable bill, three credit card statements in the MIGHT get paid pile.

  She turned to her computer and logged into her checking account to view it, she studied her bank statement, it was horrible. Brooke was afraid to see how awful it really was this month. Sitting next to her stacks of bills was her calculator; she reached for it and began the nasty job of paying her bills.

  Her head began to pound as she meticulously reviewed each bill, calculated the amount from her balance, and if there was enough, she’d write the check. If not, it went into the MIGHT get paid pile, which; hopefully, would be paid on the fifteenth, when she got her second paycheck for the month.

  Suddenly her four-year-old son, Jaden, ambled into the room, giving her a respite from her bill paying. “Mommy, I want a drink of water.”

  All the fear and irritation that Brooke felt a second ago evaporated when she saw her son. Her heart melted, she set down her pen and picked up her baby. Even though he was too big to be held, she couldn’t resist. Jaden was the perfect age, where she could still smother him with kisses without him balking and swatting her face away. After kissing him, she carried him to the kitchen for a cup of water. He took the tiniest sip, which to her, looked like all it did was wet his lips.

  He looked just like his father; he had his gray eyes, curly black hair and caramel color. His father, a gorgeous Créole, had come to Atlanta looking for a new life after Hurricane Katrina had destroyed his home.