Page 21 of His Strings Make Her Legs Sing
“I don’t think it’s too early. As a man, I’m sure you know that it doesn’t take us long to know what boat the women we interact with go in. Sundae is the only woman that I have in any boat. She is in the wife boat.”
I needed to make that clear early so we can cut all the assumptions and bullshit. I’ve always been upfront with the women I’ve dealt with, even Iesha’s stupid ass. When we started to mess around, she knew it was nothing more than fucking. What was crazy was that we barely fucked.
Mr. Jacobs just stared at me for a beat. “I hear you. My job as her father is to make sure my baby girls are good. I haven’t gotten to your best friend yet, but I know about his ass. Between Sundae and her sister, she’s my more sensitive, forgiving baby. She wants to see the good in every damn body.”
We both laughed because that was her all the way. Crackheads just couldn’t be crackheads. They had to have a deeper story. She kept little care packs in her car that had socks, travel size soap, shampoo, conditioner, toothbrushes, toothpaste, crackers or chips, and a five dollar gift card for the dollar menu at the golden arches. It wasn’t enough for her to just give them to homeless people when she saw them. No, she wanted to have full ass conversations about their lives. It was admirable but dangerous as hell.
“I just want my baby to be happy. In the last couple of weeks, she has been glowing, which is what prompted her to tell me about you,” Mr. Jacobs continued. “Shit, I thought her ass was pregnant.”
My head lurched forward. “Oh, no! She’s not pregnant. We’re care . . .” I caught myself.
His eyes tightened. “So, you’re fuckin’ my daughter?”How the hell am I supposed to answer that shit?He chortled before I could respond. “I’m fuckin’ with you. Look, don’t hurt my daughter. I have a pretty impressive gun collection, and I’ve always wanted to do target practice with a human head.”
Well damn!
“Aye, the girls should be here in a second. They just parked, and I told Chuck to get them.” Marco’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “I set up our booth already. It’s packed as fuck in here.”
He wasn’t lying. When the girls agreed to do a small set tonight, Marco went straight to our social media manager and told her to blast that shit. Well, she did that shit within the hour. We had a packed house tonight. “Good looking sending Chuck to get them.” Chuck was the head of our security.
I left the bar to check with Dora on how many we had signed up for karaoke. “The people that signed up already went. They all said they were waiting for the ladies to get here.” She snickered. “Let me find out you accidentally found house singers. We’re gonna have to do a booed-up night.”
“Shit, that’s actually a good idea. Set the atmosphere with a grown and sexy vibe.” I was going to talk to Marco and the girls about that. They didn’t always have to be the singers. We could source other entertainers too.
When Dora told me that the girls had walked in, I pivoted on my heels to see them. My girl was fine as usual. She got her hair braided last week and it looked amazing on her. I used to talk shit about girls who got braids to or past their ass. On my woman, that shit was sexy as fuck. She told me I couldn’t pull them last week, but I pulled those shits the other night.
“Hey, baby.” She greeted me when she came into my personal space. “You look so handsome.”
I opened my arms, and she walked right into them. My hands gravitated to where they belonged—her ass.
“What’s up, love?” I cupped her chin between my fingers to lean her head back. I needed to feel her plump lips on mine. I slipped my tongue in her mouth to let her suck on it.I love that shit!
The looks and huddled whispers among the females in here didn’t go unnoticed. It didn’t faze me either. I needed these dudes and females to know that she was mine and I was hers.
Sundae’s braids were in a bun on the top of her head. I loved it when she wore it like that, especially when she wore hoop earrings. I didn’t know what it was about hoop earrings that was so damn sexy. She had this small tattoo of a trail of hearts behind her ear. Everything about this woman was simply everything.
“You hungry?” I asked her before I took her hand to escort her to our booth where Marco and Wynsdae were already. Their asses looked like they were about to fuck in the damn booth.
Sundae’s head moved side to side. “Not really. I don’t want to eat before we sing.” She slid into the booth before me. “What time did you want us to go on? Wynsdae emailed the set list earlier this week. Well, you know that.”
Her nerves were on her shoulders now that she was here. She loved to sing, but she admitted that she had performance anxiety before every performance. Her sister didn’t appear to have thesame issues. I looked at my watch. “What you think, Marco, thirty minutes?”
“Shit, you better make it fifteen. People are looking over here like we’re holding their asses up.” We all chuckled at his words, but he was right.
Wynsdae repositioned herself to lean more into Marco. “We’re ready whenever you are. The faster we start, the faster we can be done to chill.”
That was cool with me. I signaled to Dora that we were about to get it started so she could do her thing to announce us. She was all too ready. We all got up from the booth to head to the stage. I made sure to let the closest waitress know to bring up bottled waters to the stage.
“Hey, everybody!” Dora greeted the crowd. She didn’t continue to speak until they gave her their joyous response back. “Alright, now you know who we have in the house tonight. They blew the house down a while ago during a karaoke session. We’ve gotten an overwhelming number of requests to have them come back and do an actual performance for y’all with our live band. Well, we asked, they said yes, and now they’re here.”
The crowd erupted with claps and cheers. It made me feel good that my woman and her sister were in high demand. Neither of them desired to sing professionally, but they did love to make others happy with their voices.
It was the same for me when it came to playing the guitar. I’ve never wanted to do it professionally, or at least be in the spotlight for it. I’ve worked with a handful of popular artists and my strings work was on several albums. The thing about that was I went by a pseudonym. The royalties and payouts that I received from some of those deals on top of my plumbing business and bar was how I was able to live so comfortably. I wasn’t a millionaire, but I was considered to be in the uppermiddle-class. Yeah, the money from the musical projects that I have been involved with was great, but you could keep the fame.
Once the crowd calmed, Dora announced the girls. Sundae walked up to the microphone with her beautiful ass. “Hey, y’all. First, thank y’all for wanting to hear more of me and my beautiful sister’s voice. It means so much to both of us.”
“We see we have a lot of couples out here tonight,” Wynsdae pointed out. “Since we do, is it alright if we give y’all some grown and sexy, we’re gonna fuck tonight kinda music?”
That was the shit they liked to hear. They all went crazy. My baby peeked over her shoulder, winked, then blew me a kiss. I blew one back, placed my pick on my strings, then let the sound of arousal flow.
