“Don’t even start, we already here and you got a pocket full of money. On my mama, I ain’t gone let no wild shit happen. I’m just tryna send you off the right way,” I told him with my hand on the door handle, and when he didn’t object, I climbed out. It took him a few seconds to follow suit,, and when he reached the spot where I was standing on the sidewalk, Aw’sum’s weird ass appeared out of nowhere.
“Yoooo, you got this nigga to come out here!” Maasai’s face split into a grin as he slapped hands with his cousin and pulled him into a hug.
“Don’t get used to this shit either.” Aw’sum’s lips curved into a rare smile. “I only let his ass talk me into this shit ’cause you getting married and that’s a once in a lifetime event—” I snorted, cutting him off.
“Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, this gone be this nigga second wedding.”
They both looked my way like his ass hadn’t already got married and wasn’t just having this second one so Avery could get the wedding of her dreams with their families included.
“And if my wife wants another one, I’m gone give it to her and you gone be there with your suit on, nigga.” Maasai smirked.
“Pussy whipped ass,” I grumbled, shaking my head.
“Hatin’ ass,” he shot back.
“Man, y’all gone keep talking shit or we going in?” Aw’sum’s signature scowl was back as the music in the club seemed to get louder, almost calling out to us.
“Shiiiit, let's go!” I was more than ready to see some big booty ass strippers, despite how hesitant they both seemed. I pulled Maasai along with me as I made my way to the entrance with Aw’sum dragging behind with his antisocial ass. As soon as we hit the door, the DJ shouted us out and had all eyes on us as we followed the club manager, Nasha, to our VIP section. It was already set up with a table that held Hennessey, D’usse, and every other drink I could think of that those niggas might want.
“I have you guys all set up. You can call any of the ladies over of your choosing, and if you need anything else, just hit the alarm icon on your tablet, and I’ll be right over.” Nasha gave a dimpled smile and switched off. There was already a line of strippers standing outside our section before she’d even finished her speech, all ready for the chance to hit up our pockets, but as much as I fucked with the strip club, I never just gave my money to anybody. A bitch had to impress me, and I already knew which ones were going to make the cut before the main event arrived.
While Maasai poured up a couple of drinks, I went to the front of the section and quickly pulled six of the finest ones, sending the rest of them on their way with an attitude. Once inside, they were already swaying as they split up, with two following me back to my corner of the couch while the otherfour migrated to Aw’sum and Massai. I tried to keep an eye on my nigga to make sure he was enjoying himself, but the sight of the two strippers in front of me kissing and grinding against each other stole my attention. In no time, ass and bills were flying, and even Aw’sum was looking mesmerized by the woman gyrating in his face.
A few songs had gone by when the DJ announced the owner’s arrival, and it was none other than Raya’s ass. I looked down from where I was sitting to see her and two other women strutting in, flanked by the same guards from earlier. She looked even better than she had a couple of hours ago, especially since she was wearing even less. In place of the dress she’d had on before, she was now rocking a black, mesh, long-sleeved top and a black leather mini skirt. Her hair was in a high ponytail, putting her face on full display, shaming every bitch in attendance, even the ones with her. I bit my lip, watching as she moved through the room like a boss and commanded everybody’s attention. She stopped to talk to Nasha, getting some kind of report while her girls went to the bar, and I made a mental note to speak before the night was over. My staring must have been obvious because one of the strippers stopped dancing to climb into my lap, winding her hips and bouncing her breasts in my face.
“Can I leave with you later?” she asked, tossing her long weave over her shoulder. We hadn’t even been there a full hour, so I knew right then I wasn’t going to agree to some shit like that. I still hadn’t even seen everything the club had to offer, and after seeing Raya, I had my sights set on her, but I flashed my teeth anyway.
“I’ll think about it,” I said simply, tucking some bills into her thong before scanning the room again. Raya’s fine ass was nowhere in sight, and I hoped she hadn’t left that fast.
“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.” She raised her brows, trying hard to sweeten the deal, but I still wasn’t going to tell her ass yes. I couldn’t lie like it wasn’t appealing as fuck though.
“Hershey! I know you’re not tryna sell pussy in my club!” Raya appeared out of thin air, and shorty froze, looking terrified as the other girls got the fuck on. She hadn’t even been talking to them, but obviously, they didn’t want any smoke. Hershey was already pleading her case as she climbed to her feet, even though Raya’s attention was now on me. I straightened out my jeans, meeting her gaze with a lax expression of my own. Shit, I really thought it was funny that she was taking it there because she should’ve known better than to think I would ever pay for some pussy. “Mr. St. Cruz, can I have a word with you?” Everything seemed to quiet down, and Maasai jumped to try and smooth shit over.
“Aye, I don’t know what was said, but I can assure you we weren’t on no shit like that?—”
“It’s cool, bro. I got this, finish your dance,” I told him, even though I knew he damn sure wasn’t about to do that. He was probably ready to get the fuck out of there with his scary ass, but he surprisingly fell back into his seat with his face balled up.
“Raya, I?—”
“You’re done for the night, Hershey. You can head on home.” Raya didn’t even look at the girl as she dismissed her.
“But—” Shorty’s argument died in her throat as Raya’s steely gaze finally landed on her, and after an intense stare down, Hershey stormed off with a couple of the others on her trail. Unmoved, Raya looked back at me.
“Coming?” Without waiting for me, she started out of the section, and I followed, letting Maasai and Aw’sum know I’d be right back. Raya glided through the club until she reached a staircase I hadn’t noticed before. We ended up in an office that looked out over the club, and I took the room in, impressed.Everything was sleek and black with gold accents and obviously expensive, even down to the figurines on her desk. She waited until I closed the door before speaking, and by then she was already sitting on the corner of the desk, crossing her legs so that her skirt rode up. “I’m gonna be completely honest. I want you to fuck me. I actually think it’s destined for us. See, I believe in signs, and it can’t be a coincidence that we ran into each other twice in the same night. Especially when we never ran into each other before. It’s like God is putting you in my path for a reason, and I wanna see where this thing goes.”
Immediately, a voice in my head told me to get the fuck on. Raya was obviously delusional as hell to think shit was going anywhere with us when she was already married, but my dick had a mind of its own. So when shorty spread her legs open, revealing a shaved and already glistening pussy, every bit of sense left me. I was already undoing my jeans as I made my way over to where she sat, swirling her finger in her juices.
“Don’t read too much into this shit, Raya. It’s only going as far as me occasionally giving you some dick,” I warned, tearing the wrapper off my condom as I reached her, but it was like she didn’t hear shit I’d said.
“Mmhmm, let me do it.” Her low eyes gleamed as she took the rubber from me before dropping to her knees. When she was face-to-face with my dick, she let out a low moan and sucked the head into her mouth like it was a bomb pop. That shit shut me right up, and I watched in silence as she slid the condom down my dick with ease, constricting her throat in a way that damn near had my knees buckling. “I’ll save that for next time, but Ineedto feel you right now.” She stood, frantically hiking her skirt up around her waist, and bent over the desk. The sight of a huge, colorful butterfly tattoo that covered her entire ass wasn’t even surprising. I slid my dick up and down her wetness, before dipping inside of her slowly. Her tight walls clamped around me,sucking me in deeper and deeper until her ass was flush against me. I stayed there for a second, enjoying the snug fit and trying to not think too hard about how good that shit felt, but Raya began thrusting her ass back. Between the mixture of her ass jiggling so that the tattoo looked like it was moving and the way she was choking my dick, it felt like she was fuckingmeinstead of the other way around. Feeling the need to take control of the situation, I gripped her waist and slammed into her roughly, making sure she was feeling every inch of me.
“God damn!” I panted, seeing her cream covering my dick as I slowed down my strokes. I couldn’t resist slapping her on the ass, and I grew harder when she tossed her head back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her body quivered, and she stiffened as her first orgasm hit her. “Ohhh,baby,I’m cumming!” she screamed, her pussy contracting violently.
I stopped long enough to lift one of her legs on the desk, giving me more access to her G-spot as I spread her ass cheeks. Her juices ran down her thighs and mine as I continued giving her deep strokes until she started fucking me back again. “Yeah, wake that ass up! You asked for this dick, you gone get it!” Her wild moans and the sound of me sliding through her gushy pussy filled the room.
“Fuck,Cruuuuz,you feelsooooo good! Make me cum, papi!”
