Page 5 of Search My Soul
When our eyes locked, she looked at me as if she had seen a ghost. My eyes swept over her body, and my dick grew hard. A body like hers deserved to be worshiped. Damn! Baby girl was thick in all the right places, and you could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she was confident with her shit.
“I have to get going,” she blurted before scurrying off. I watched her ass jiggle until she was completely out of sight. In my mind, I planned to get up with her before the night ended. I needed her thick, fine ass in the worst way. It had been a while since I’ve felt a pull toward someone, so I needed to see whatwas up with her. Lucky for me, Duke had been so engrossed in his own conversation that he completely missed our interaction. The last thing I needed was to hear his mouth.
“One more shot and then I’m done!” I shouted. I rarely got drunk when I kicked it in public to avoid the chances of being caught slipping. You never knew when an enemy would be lurking in the shadows waiting for your guard to drop. Duke and the rest of the crew were drunk and merry as I sat back observing the scene.
I never cared for strip clubs because I hated the idea of paying bitches to shake their ass. In my opinion, it was the equivalent of paying for pussy, and I would never be caught dead doing that shit.
“We’ve got one of your favorites coming to the stage. Let’s give it up for Ms. Caramel Kisses!” the DJ yelled into the mic. My head was down as I replied to a message from Lovely. She asked if I could come over and help her set up some furniture. I agreed but let her know I wouldn’t be there until the afternoon because it was already one in the morning.
“Goddamn! I would drink her bath water,” Rello called out.
“I can’t even lie; that’s one badass bitch!” Huncho exclaimed.
“She is definitely a big, fine, mothafucka,” Duke replied.
I lifted my head to see who they were drooling over and instantly got an attitude. It was the shorty who stepped on my shoes earlier. I stuffed my phone into my pocket so I could give her my full attention.
Her moves were smooth and fluid, as if she had been dancing for years. She had the art of seduction down to a science, andthe crowd went crazy. The more they roared, the more frustrated I became. For some reason, I felt this possessive energy when it came to her. I didn’t even understand where it came from because I knew nothing about her. All I knew was that I didn’t like the idea of anyone else fantasizing about her.
Baby girl had me in a trance as she spun around on the pole. I was impressed by her upper body strength as she executed this move that resembled riding a bicycle before dropping down to a split on the stage. Money covered the floor like a blanket as she squatted down and wobbled her ass to the beat. The heels on her feet were tall, and again, I found myself impressed by her strength. Her ass swallowed up the G-string as she twerked on the stage. My body reacted to the sight in front of me, but then I remembered that I wasn’t the only person who was enjoying this performance, and it pissed me off all over again.
After her set was over, I stayed for one more dancer. She was cool, but she had nothing on baby girl. I’ve never been the thirsty type, but there was something drawing me to her, and I couldn’t shake it. I headed to the bathroom to take a piss, but when I walked out, there was a crowd of people by the door. Shit like that gave me anxiety because there wasn’t enough space between everyone. My nana called it claustrophobia, but whatever it was, I needed to get the fuck out of the building before I acted a fool. It took almost ten minutes to get out, and by that time, I was ready to go home.
The moment I stepped outside, relief settled in. There was only a handful of people outside, and they were all doing their own thing. I needed to smoke a blunt, and I needed the cool air because it was hot as hell in the club. Leaning up against Duke’s car, I stared up at the moon.
“Do you mind if I join you?” When I glanced up, I bit down on my bottom lip. She was still just as fine in her purple tracksuit.
“Aren’t you supposed to be shaking ass for a few extra dollars right now? No private dances tonight?” I sounded like a jealous ex, but I didn’t care. She shouldn’t have been bouncing her ass for a bunch of niggas.
“I don’t do those. I’m just here to dance for y’all, and that’s it.” I chuckled as she quoted a popular stripper movie.
“Yeah, I hear you.” I took a pull from my blunt and got ready to pass it to her when a thought crossed my mind.
“When’s the last time you sucked a dick?”
“What?”
“I don’t want you putting your mouth on my shit if you’ve been deep throating a mothafucka before you came to work. You ain’t about to give me herpes or no shit like that.”
“You know what, you can keep that tiny ass blunt. It’s not even that deep, and for your information, I don’t suck dick.” Baby girl rolled her eyes at me in disgust. This wasn’t exactly how I had envisioned things playing out with us, so I attempted to rectify the situation. I reached for her arm, but she jerked away from me.
“I tried to excuse your shitty attitude earlier, but you are a real dickhead. Just because I work at a strip club doesn’t mean I don’t deserve respect.” I could tell I must have hit a nerve and that wasn’t my intention.
“I apologize. I promise it has nothing to do with your profession at all. I asked Puma the same thing when she tried to smoke my shit. I’m cool with my homie, but never that damn cool. I rarely let my niggas smoke my shit because I’m paranoid.” She giggled before she accepted the blunt I had extended to her. She blew the smoke from her mouth like a pro, and I found myself staring at her juicy ass lips. The fact that she said she didn’t suck dick caught me off guard, because I couldn’t stop thinking about what they would feel like wrapped around my dick.
“Did you hear me?” My eyes shot up to her face as I realized I must have zoned out.
“Naw, what did you say?” I didn’t believe in lying, ’cause who the fuck was gonna check me?
“I asked why you were out here by yourself. No bodyguards or anything. I’m used to you rolling with an entourage.”
“Are you trying to set me up or something?” I hit the blunt a few more times before I passed it back to her.
“Do I look like a set up bitch to you?” I looked her up and down without answering the question. She snickered at my reaction.
“Okay, you have a valid point. To answer your question, no, I’m not trying to set you up. I’m not into that kind of thing anyway. Folks are crazy, and I value my life too much to play with it.” I nodded while she spoke.
“So, how long have you been dancing? You don’t seem like an amateur, that’s for damn sure.” My mind replayed some of the moves I saw her do on stage.
