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~Dealer~
“PLEASE. I DON’T WANNA DIE.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Oh God. No. No. No. God, please, no.”
A hand sliding into my hair jolts me from the dark memory of what went down a few days back.
“Wanna take this upstairs, Dealer?”
I eye the redhead grinding on my lap. It’s the first time she’s said a word since the boys brought her and her blonde friend over to me. Normal way it goes when it comes to club whores. They ain’t around for conversation. Their job is to take the edge off. Nothing more.
“Or, we can stay right here,” the blonde pipes up, draped over my shoulders from behind me with her hand down my open shirt. “We’re always up for putting on a public show, if you want it that way. We just heard you were a private kind of guy, is all.”
Yeah, that might’ve gotten around when I was younger.
Unlike the public displays I’m seeing all around me with this pussy party the boys put on for me in full swing, I ain’t really a fan of doing things that way, I like my privacy. It’s a holdover from years back when I was Prez. The way I used to like to fuck—real hard and kind of twisted—freaked out a bunch of my boys. It shook them up, so ever since then, I’ve been in the habit of keeping all that on the down low, away from prying eyes.
Judging by the nervous look from the girls as they wait on my word, they know of the rumors.
“Nah,” I tell them. “We’re done here.”
They look equally surprised and relieved, as I usher them both away.
I just ain’t feeling it.
They were playing with me for a while and I ain’t had no reaction. My dick ain’t even noticed the attention. Truth be told, it’s been an age since it’s really noticed anybody. My head’s too full of other shit to focus long enough to give a flying fuck.
I snatch up my whiskey glass from the side table and down the rest of it in one burning shot.
Just as I’m about to push off the couch, there’s another bleached-blonde wearing a scrap of a dress right in my face. Before I can get a word out, she’s on me, licking my neck, her hand fondling my dick through my jeans.
“Oh my God!” an all-too-familiar voice shrieks.
Next thing I know, the club whore is being shooed away real aggressively, and then I’m faced with a whole other situation as I catch sight of who the culprit is.
Goddammit.
What’s she doing in here?
I turn quick so she don’t see too much, quickly fixing my clothes.
Sucking in a breath, I turn back to her and address her like nothing awkward has just gone down, “Roxana. Didn’t expect you up here tonight.”
Her expression is pure disgust as she folds her arms across her chest and shakes her head at me with some major disapproval and no small amount of judgment. “Revolting, Dad.”
“It ain’t what it looked like. Take it down.”
“Really?” she snaps, gesturing all around the main room. “So, you’re not being served with whores at a pussy party then?”
Jesus.I ain’t liking none of them words coming out of my baby girl’s mouth. This really ain’t a conversation I ever thought I’d be having with my daughter.
And it ain’t one I’m gonna continue having neither.
I hold up my hand. “Enough.”
