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“Heifer, I wanted to see how far you were going to take this.” She watches me as I lick the cucumber, then go to the sink and wash it off. “Uhhhh, I know you’re not about to put that”—she points at the cucumber in my hand—“back in the refrigerator after you done fucked yourself with it.”
I wave her on, opening up the ’fridge. “Girl, please. Do you know how many of these you’ve eaten after I’ve fucked myself with them?” I toss it back into the vegetable bin.
She frowns, shaking her head. “Ohmygod, you’re so fucking nasty.” The doorbell rings. I switch my bare ass to answer it. “Ummm, excuuuuse me. But you’ve left your pussy juice up there on the counter.”
“I know,” I tell her over my shoulder. “Royce can lick it up. That’s him now at the door.”
“Uggggghhh. I don’t believe this shit.”
I laugh, swinging open the door. Oooh, this young boy is so fine. “Come in,” I tell him, stepping back to let him in. “I left you a treat on the counter.”
Passion
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Irwin is what we call a strip-club whore. He spends a bulk of his dollars in gentlemen’s clubs and seedy strip bars, tricking up his money on lap dances and private-room romps where he’s either gotten head, or fingered their pussies. But, he’s never actually taken a stripper home with him, or fucked one. We’ve heard of plenty of men who frequent strip clubs, wanting to take one of the strippers home and fuck them all night. Some do, many others don’t. So his dream to be seduced by three sexy strippers doesn’t surprise me.
We’ll bring his fantasy to life in one of the many rooms we’ve created down in our finished basement. The Freakum Room is a lounge-like room with a customized stage, bar and private bathroom. The bar is stacked with all types of liquor. There are strobe lights situated throughout the room. And two ceiling-to-stage floor stripper poles are in the middle of the stage. My sisters and I have invested thousands of dollars into each of our fantasy rooms, including this one. The dimly lit room with the music blaring out of the speakers, mirrors lining the walls, and the multi-colored lights swirling around the room give you the illusion of being in a real club. There’s a fog machine in the left corner of the room that is on low, slowly fogging up the stage.
Tonight, Persia is playing the role of the doorman and cashier. I am in the utility room, adjacent to our laundry room, watching everything on the surveillance cameras we have installed throughout the house. I pinch my nipples as Persia frisks Irwin, grabbing at his dick until she feels it harden, then collects his fifty-dollar cover charge and leads him through the house. I keep my eye on them as he follows her down the stairs. He takes a seat as she strips down in front of him, seductively slipping into a barmaid’s costume. Tonight, she will serve him drinks, while Paris and I play the slutty strippers.
One foot in front of the other, Persia saunters toward the double doors, knowing Irwin’s eyes are locked onto her ass. When they reach the doors to the room, he removes all of his clothes except for his boxers, Timbs, and wife beater. I watch lustfully, reaching between my legs and pinching my clit. Persia opens the doors and leads Irwin into the room. He sits at the bar as Perissia walks behind it, then leans over the bar and says something to her. She grins and nods her head, then drapes a red silk scarf she’s found behind the bar around his neck. She grabs a hold of the ends, and pulls him into her, kissing him. I watch as her tongue darts in and out of his mouth. She pushes him back, then climbs up on the bar, turns around with her ass facing him, then squats down on all fours, offering him the back of her pussy.
He leans over the bar and says something to her. She grins and nods her head, then drapes a red silk scarf she’s found behind the bar around his neck. She grabs a hold of the ends, and pulls him into her, kissing him. I watch as her tongue darts in and out of his mouth. She pushes him back, then climbs up on the bar, turns around with her ass facing him, then squats down on all fours, offering him the back of her pussy.’’ Irwin pulls open her ass cheeks, then buries his face in. I watch as Persia arches her back and backs up on his tongue. I reach down and lightly pinch my clit, then brush my fingertips over my nipples.
Paris walks out of the bathroom, disrupting my peep show. “Is he here yet?”
“Yeah, Persia has already started serving him snacks at the bar,” I say, glancing over at her. She’s standing in the middle of the room with her hair pinned up. Her body naked and slick with scented baby oil shimmers in the light. Like Persia’s and mine, her body is flawless. I watch as she slips into a metallic-silver bikini-top with matching thong, then shimmies into a white fishnet mini-dress. Then she slides her feet into a pair of eight-inch, metallic thigh-high boots. She stands, balances herself with ease, then struts across the room.
“Whew, I hope I don’t snap my ankles, fucking around in these heels tonight.”
“Girl, you’re fierce in that getup,” I say, getting up and slipping into my outfit—a turquoise Lycra one-piece, T-romper and a pair of seven-inch clear sandals with rhinestones. I tie the string in back of my neck, then ask her to tie the other string around my back. “But I probably wouldn’t drink if I were you; to be on the safe side.”
She chuckles. “You’re probably right. One shot is it for me.” She stares at me. “Girl, this shit is sexy as hell. When the hell did you buy this lil’ number?”
“I ordered it a few months ago, but hadn’t felt like wearing it. I had planned on saving it for our next island getaway.”
“Yeah, mon, show dem de pum-pum,” she jokes, smacking me on the ass.
I laugh, bending over and fastening the straps on my heels. “Your ass is so damn silly. You ready to go out and rock this nigga’s cock?”
“Strippers and hoes do it best,” she says, laughing. “Let’s go make it rain.”
I grab the portable microphone, while Paris grabs the floor mat, lube and baby oil from off the table. We go through the laundry room, then open another door that leads us into the Freakum Room where the stage is located. I wait for Paris to place the the mat, lube and oil up on the stage, then step back out of view. I climb the four steps to the stage, then make my presence known.
I turn the microphone on. “Alright, muthafucker, it’s time to get this party started. You ready to make it rain up in this biiiiiotch?” Irwin hops off the barstool and makes his way over to the stage, barking. His thick dick is already hard, pressing itself up against his underwear. He yells and whistles into the air, clapping his hands. “I said, are you ready to make it rain up in this biiiiiotch?!”
“Hell yeah, baby, I’m ready. Gotta hot, hard dick and a handful of money.”
“Then let the games begin.” I step back as Paris takes the stage. “I bring to you Pleasure.” Persia shines the spotlight on her. Irwin continues to catcall and whistle.
Paris goes in character, scans the room as if she’s in a real strip club. Hands on hips, legs spread apart, she poses, waits for the music to start. Trina’s “Dang A Lang” featuring Lady Saw and Nicki Minaj starts playing. “Mi have a watch…mi have a chain… mi have a whole heap of money in da bank…mi just want him fi him dang a lang…”
Paris twirls and wines her hips, sways to the beat, then grabs a hold of the pole and slowly twirls herself around it with one hand. Then slowly coils herself around the pole like a python, hoisting herself up. She slides herself up and down it. Rides it like a hard, uncut dick, bouncing her ass every so often.
“…Dang so damn hood, dang a lang so good…like foot long sub… eat it all if you could…”
I glance over at Persia who is standing on top of the bar, gyrating her hips, and slowly shaking her ass. She drops down low, grabs her ankles, then stands. Her ass sways and jiggles. I watch her getting into character, making love to her body. Irwin snaps his neck from the bar back to the stage, then back to the bar. His dick is aching to be released from his striped boxers. He gulps down his drink, then orders another one, yelling it across the room to Persia. He brings his attention back to P
