Juicy: The Complete Series (35 page)

Blue Light Special

Lexi

The light, blue hallway past the floor bar was brightly lit and short.
Mindy kept her hand planted on my shoulder, guiding me in the right direction in front of her. She turned slightly towards the door on our immediate left at the end of the hall. She knocked twice before entering, not even waiting to be invited inside.

That let me further know what type of authority she had in this joint. I was happy to have discussed my problem with her first. It eased my mind about getting
the job. She let me know it wouldn’t be a problem even though her smile was more sinister than most.

“What have you brought to me, Min?” the man spoke, in an unpleased manner.

“This is Lexi. She just turned 18 and is looking for work. What have we got for her?”

“Hmm. Eh. Turn around.”

I spun slowly on my tiptoes so that he could picture me in heels. Once we were eye to eye again, I dropped down back to a normal stance and stuffed my hands deep down in my jeans. I was nervous as shit, and it showed through the sweat that eagerly poured out of my pores, and on my forehead.

His eyes searched every nook and cranny of me, making me feel like a piece of dripping, red meat on display at the butcher shop. I cringed at the very thought of him undressing me with his lustful stare. He finally brought his eyes up, meeting
his with mine after he was done with his examination. 

“She’s built like a cardboard box. Defective product. Next.” His large choppers munched sloppily on his neatly peeled Granny Smith apple, loudly spewing tiny chunks of it onto his clothing.

What the hell did he mean a cardboard box? Defective product?
I thought eyeing him with venom filled eyes.

“Wait, wait. Okay now, I need this job. Okay? There’s gotta be something, anything that I can do around here,” I pleaded.

“Why don’t you just go get a job at Wendy’s or something? Those are good American jobs.” His chuckle was uncanny and beyond disturbing.

"Oh, hell
naw. See you don't understand. I can't work no shit like that." The words flew from my lips as sincere as could be, but from the look on his face, it appeared like they had fallen on deaf ears. I turned around shooting Mindy the most killer puppy dogface, hoping she would help. "Ms. Min, please."

"Ugh, well we do need another bartender, Jesse.
The bitch we got on day shift is pregnant and getting bigger by the day. Eventually, we're going to have to let her go." Mindy's voice sounded dry as if she needed a drink of water, like her lips were parched.

She walked around to the back of Jesse's chair, caressing his shoulders as she leaned into his ear. Her lips mumbled something my brain couldn't comprehend. Usually I was a master of reading lips, but having popped a
Yomper five minutes before I came in the door, my brain was fucking mush.

Yeah, I was popping again. It all just seemed too pointless not to. My life was fucked up. I had no one to lean on and here I was begging this old dickhead for a job I didn't even want.

"Um..." he pondered, looking up at me as he scratched the scruffy bush under his chin. "No. Now, bring me something worth drooling over."

"Please. Jesse, is it? I know I can do this
job. I'll even make sure to keep them muthafuckas begging for more. I'm talking about drink after drink. More money than you can count." The sweat was now dripping off my face and down to the floor.

"Look at you. You're all fucked up. You're high off that shit. I can tell. Mindy, get this fucking junkie out my office please." He slopped over his meal, savagely.

Mindy looked up into my eyes giving the notion that I was beat. Defeat read on my face. My shoulders drooped down to my sides, dangling like a puppet. He was wrong. I wasn't a junkie. If I wanted to stop swallowing those damned X pills, I could.

I had gone a whole year without them even though I substituted one bad habit for another. Drinking had long been my muse of late. But, it wasn't taking the edge of depression off enough, so naturally I reverted to what I knew best. I thought taking one would ease my anxiety. I was dead wrong.

I didn't even bother groveling any further. He didn't like the way my body was shaped, and even though I knew it was discriminating, there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I snatched the door open and bolted out back into the blue ass hallway.

My feelings were hurt like hell, but there were plenty of other clubs with owners I could beg. One of them
was bound to snap, cause there was no way in hell I'd be caught doing something basic for minimum wage.

"Lexi. Lexi, wait up," Mindy called after as I kept my stride down the hall. "I can get you in."

"Didn't you just hear what that man said? I'm not going to keep bugging him to give me a damn job after he already said no." Annoyance flared through my eyes.

"Look, I know you need the work and you came here cause you were trying to be close to Superior. So, let me help you," she breathed heavily, catching up to me.

"How are you going to do that?"

"I run this shit around here. That old ass bastard barely knows when he's coming or going. I only asked him about the hiring cause he was here, but he won't be tomorrow. If you come in tomorrow, I'll put you on the clock. No sweat."

"You're just going to throw me out there, just like that? And, what about when he comes unannounced, and I'm here?" I paused, crossing my arms.

"Girl, he stays so high he won't even remember he met you. The only ones he remembers are his big booty stage
hoes. But since you will be behind the bar you have nothing to worry about." She slapped my arm roughly. "It's a win-win."

"How is it a win-win? What are you getting out of this?" My eyebrow rose.

"Well, you gotta pay me back somehow, right? Unless you're going to give me all the tips you make for the year, I can only think of one other thing." The ugly grin she displayed on her mug almost turned my stomach.

She pressed her back against the wall, running her hands from her belly down to her thong, pulling the thin fabric to the side. To my surprise, the smell emanating from her clean shaved pussy was that of a sweet coconut smell. It made me salivate, thinking of Superior when she spewed her cumulative in my mouth.

I knew what Mindy wanted, and I wanted to give it to her. I would treat her like one of the hoes, nothing more. I had hurt my baby enough. I didn't want her to be the laughing stock of her job with Mindy running up behind her claiming I was hers. That was the only thing I gave a fuck about.

"Mindy, as tempting as that smells," I moved closer to her, smashing my body with hers before whispering.
"I'm not fucking you for no damn job."

"Oh, excuse me...Lexi?" Honey walked in and turned around before doubling back, shooting me a devious smirk. "Seriously? Back to your old self I see."

"Naw, it ain't even like that." I knew I hadn't convinced her of shit, though.

"Yeah, I'm sure it ain't." Honey rolled her eyes at me before curling her lip up, snarling at Mindy and walking away.

I could do nothing but drop my head, feeling deep down that this scene would get torn apart. I had a gut feeling that she was itching to run back to Superior to tell her what she thought she saw. It was inevitable, but quickly becoming something that I couldn’t focus on.

I needed to get my life together. It was slowly spiraling out of control again,
and I had gone through too much to go back to dirt shit. Besides, my sisters died so that I could learn from their mistakes. I couldn’t let them down in death as I did in life. Naw, they deserved better regardless of what they did and so did I. If Superior would come back to me, she would have to learn to trust me even when I don’t give her a reason to.

“Anyway, thank you for the
job.” I held my hand out to shake hers.

“I don’t need your thank you, Lexi. Just don’t make me look like a damn fool for sticking my neck out for you.” Her words finally sounded sincere.

“Now, that I can do.”

We laughed together awkwardly. She was really
a cool person deep down inside; it seemed. Superior used to talk about all the times that she helped her out of a bind, but it never really resonated until today. I knew she was a very assertive person, always going for the things that she wanted, but I never knew there was apart of her that actually cared for people.

I was thankful that she extended her helping hand to me and didn’t take it back after I turned her down. Now, that was genuine. It was hard to find people that would help you out, and whether Mindy was doing it out the kindness of heart, or for other reasons, I had to respect her for it.

“So, I hear you need a place to stay as well.” Her eyes shot from the pale, white tiled floor up to mine. “Is that true?”

“I’m sure you know it’s true. I know Superior’s been running her mouth as usual, telling everybody how she sat my
shit out on the front lawn,” I sighed.

“Actually she’s doing more sulking than shaking her ass. She hasn’t really talked to anyone but me about her problems with you. You really fucked her head up, Lexi.”

“I know. I know. I’m going to make it right, but right now we just need some space. You know?” I pouted like a two year old. “Well anyway, are you offering me a place to stay?”

“Maybe. I’ve got an extra bedroom since my mom died three months ago. She was all I had,
and now I’m alone. It would be nice to have the company again. But you will pay your way around there. You heard me?” Mindy gave me a playful jab to the shoulder.

“I
know. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

“Good. Well, I’m leaving now. Let me just grab my things,
and we can go.” She walked out the hall, turning behind the bar. “Wait for me on the other end of the bar.”

I nodded in her direction, but my eyes fixated on Superior still hugged up with the same man she was when I walked in. It was odd that she was still on him since the table lap dances were only supposed to last about fifteen minutes. Our lines of sight locked onto one another.

Annoyed by the prospect of me, her eyes shifted away from mine, and I couldn’t help but feel a tingling inside for her. It was a tingling I hadn’t felt since the last time I was with Pandora. It was something I couldn’t readily identify with, but it was warming me from the inside out again.

“You ready to go?” Mindy asked placing her hand amorously on my shoulder.

Not really. “Yep. Sure am.”

I cut my eyes towards Superior, as did Mindy. She looked at us like she was trying to throw razor sharp daggers with her eyes right through to our hearts. For a minute, I thought she would charge across the dance floor and ambush us like an enraged lioness.

She was obviously heated by something, but as I turned to walk out the door, I put her feelings on hold. We weren’t together, and she didn’t control whom I did and didn’t fuck with. I’ve had a lot of time to think, sleeping in that rental car, and all. I wanted her, but only if she was willing to transform much like she wanted me to. 

Ignorance is Bliss

Monday morning

Superior

I stared up at the ceiling in bewilderment as Andrew festered underneath the sheets
beside me. He had spent the last three nights in my bed and even though he fucked me like a jackrabbit in heat; I still couldn’t bare the thought of me loving him. At least, not in the way that he was claiming to feel for me.

He had me pillow talking all weekend, paying me thousands of dollars
to just not go to work so that I could lay up under him. It was weird. I felt like his personal call girl. The more I focused on my revolving thoughts, the more I began to believe that this dude was a stalker type of strange.

“Hey, Officer Jacobs. Wake up.” My elbow nudged the back of his head roughly, but not enough to hurt him. “Get up.”

“Yeah. What’s the deal? What time is it?” He lifted his head up groggily. “And why are you still calling me Officer Jacobs? I told you to call me Andrew.”

“Fine Andrew, it’s 9:05am. Don’t you have to get up and get to work or something?”

“Naw, I go in when I’m good and ready.” He flipped over from his belly onto his back, wrapping his arm around my head and pulled me into his arm nook.

“How does an officer get to go in whenever he wants to?” I asked with trepidation.

“You know you sure ask a lot of questions, pretty lady.” Andrew kissed my forehead, leaving a bit of wet goo near my hairline.

“Ugh. I’m asking because you got me spilling all of my juicy secrets,
and I know nothing about you. So, what is it? Are you married? Divorced? Crazy? What is it?” My patience was truly wearing thin.

“No, I’m none of those. I’m just a man who enjoys the company of a good woman,” he chuckled considerably, rubbing the slobber spot off of me.

He was still evading my questions, and it was past exasperating. I never knew someone who had so much to hide before. Not even Lexi was this guarded with her life’s history. Andrew paid me a ton of money this weekend, totaling nearly $10,000. But, he was acting psychotic with his secretiveness and because of that, he had to go.

The only thing was, I was afraid to ask him to leave for fear that he might haul off and try to shoot me with the cop issued gun he had perched upon my dresser to the right of him.

“Okay, so if you aren’t any of those, then at least tell me how you are able to pay me so much money on a cop’s salary? Because if y’all are getting paid like that, then I’m in the wrong damn business.” I tried to laugh it off to keep the amusing conversation going in the right direction.

“I won the lottery, Superior. I
only go in when I want to because they don’t really need me, and I don’t really need them.” He stroked his chin, agitatedly. “Satisfied?”

“Very much so. Yes, thank you.” That was a lie.

I wanted to know more, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him to dish it. The look on his face when he had to divulge even that little bit of information scared the shit out of me. The money blinded me as he tossed it in my face to stay with me, but it had only just dawned on me that I broke stripper rule number one yet again.

Never let a John know where you live. In this profession, we fuck
whom we want, but we’re always supposed to go to their house. The only other person I fucked that up with was Lexi.

Nonetheless, I massaged his naked, hairless chest wondering when he would catch the hint of silence and get up to leave. There was nothing left to say,
and I had my fill of him. Besides, I had to be at work this evening, and I really needed to get some sleep.

Mondays were our busiest nights, even busier than Fridays,
and I knew there would be a ton of running around going on. I looked up into his eyes as he stared off into the distance, sucking his teeth as if he was trying to get something out from between them.

“Well, I think I’m going to go to sleep now. I need all the sleep I can get for work tonight,” I hinted, turning over, plopping my head down on my pillow as I shuffled my hair away from my face.

“That’s cool. I’m still sleepy myself. But I’m more hungry than anything.”

Oh
, God;
I thought.

“Here comes the cookie monster.” He mimed in a babyish tone.

“Uh, you know what? I’m really not in the mood for that right now.” Another one of my lies.

“Awe, come on baby. I live to please you and here you are turning me down. I thought women love to get their rugs munched on.”

“See, that’s just it. I don’t have a rug. This is my pussy. And, I don’t want you to munch on it like you’re eating a sloppy cheeseburger. I need you to love it and lick it like you’re slowly sopping up an ice cream cone,” I blurted, not recognizing my frustration.

“Oh…I get it. You think I’m not good enough to fuck you,” he scowled. “Is that it?”

“No, no. I’m not saying that. It’s just…”

It was then that I realized no matter what I would say to him; he would never understand what the hell I was talking about. In his mind, he was damn good and to him that’s all that mattered. I had a choice to make. It was either risk becoming a
missing person with his crazy ass temper, or allow myself to be his guinea pig and practice getting better on me.

One would have me more paid
than ever, and the other would have me dead in a ditch somewhere. Naturally, I took the one that would save my life. I figured it was better to have a sore pussy and be paid than to have a dead one with absolutely no use for money.

“Hey, Andrew. You wanna munch on me?” I seduced, wiggling my hips underneath the sheets while shooting him a sly grin.

He grinned back as he disappeared under the sheets and maneuvered his body in between my legs. “I’m gonna make you happy. I promise you that.”

“Hold up. I’m gonna need about another two grand from you please.”

“Two grand? For what? I thought this one was on the house.” He peeked his head out from the sheets with a tousled look.

“Com’ on now. You know I’m a business woman.” I puckered my lips. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what this was boo, boo.”

“Yeah but all that shit this weekend was no joke to me. I really want to make something out of this. Hell if I can, I want to make you my wife. I can see you as my wife with a million kids running around and us with our own private investigation business.” He pressed his ear to my belly button. “I can just picture you pregnant with my baby.”

“Pregnant? I don’t want kids.”

“Yeah now, cause you’re too busy living the single life. But that can change. I can change that. I can change you,” Andrew muffled as if he was trying to convince himself that he could, as well.

It was official. He was really tripping. But, it was his lust for me that made me think of how useful he could actually be in my life. He was literally willing to do any and everything that I asked him to do. The look in his eye told me that he was a man who would not only give me the shirt off his back, but also the blood form his body if I had asked him to.

I smiled inside, feeling like I could definitely use this to my advantage. I didn’t know about giving him all that bullshit he was talking about, but he didn’t need to know any of that.

“You think you can change me, huh? That’s what you want to do.” I leaned forward, kissing his lips soothingly.

“Yes! That’s what I’ve been trying to get you to understand. You don’t have to do anything but take care of our home. I’ll do the rest. You can go shopping and bear our kids. That’s it.” The creases of his grin damn near reached the tip of each of his ears.

“Hmm. We’ll see just how deep your love goes, Mr. Officer.” My horns were showing, but the fire in my eyes blinded him. “I’m going to need you to do something for me.”

“Anything. You name it…” he said ducking back down under the sheets. “…right after I finish hooking your
pussy
up.”

“Hey,
we’ll get to that, but first thing’s first. I’m going to need you to get the money out and put it on the nightstand,” I frowned as I pulled his head back up.

“Look at you,” he smirked and sighed. “You’re so cute when you’re demanding.”

“Thank you and stop staring at me.”

“I can’t help it. You just don’t know how I feel about you, how I’ve always felt about you…” he paused, staring longingly into my eyes, “…do you think you will ever love me the way that I love you?”

And, there it was; the question that I had tried so hard all this time to avoid. The question that I knew would eventually come back around to haunt me since every time I changed the subject, he stared at me with the same face he was doing now. I just wanted him to stop asking. Why couldn’t he accept the fact that I was here with him now?

He was not giving me enough time to figure out if he was what I wanted. All I knew was that right now, he was supplying me with my needs and wants of the present. I had no idea what I wanted him to do in my future or even if I wanted him there.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Eh. Well, at least you were honest. But you’ll never love me like you love her though, right?”

“Andrew, I told you all that because you wanted to know more about me and my past relationships. Not to use it against me.” I bit my lip trying to turn over, but was halted by his grip.

“I’m not using it against you, baby. I’m just trying to figure out where your head is at with us. I love you,
and I want you to love me too.” His faced resembled that of a helpless puppy dog.

“And, I may…in time. I just need time.” I grabbed his cheeks, pressing them together playfully as I smiled. “Now, the cash please.”

“I don’t have it. We can get it on the way to breakfast though,” he mumbled, sighing heavily almost depressive like as he ducked down back under the sheets again.

Breakfast? Ugh.
I snarled in silence and lied back awaiting the short, bumpy ride. I spread my legs allowing him access to my pretty, brown pussy knowing he wouldn’t have any idea as to what to do with it. For the past three days, he had been licking like a cat drank milk down there.

One worthless lick right after the other, he thought he was doing something major with me. I carefully brought his head up each time he attempted, just to get a piece of his dick. It held girth, don’t get me wrong, but the man thought he was pumping a super soaker water gun with the
motherfucka’. It was the worst feeling of my life and afterwards, all I felt was throbbing pain from the lips of my snatch.

But, when his lips touched mine down below this time, it felt like he was kneading dough with them. The pressure he was placing on me was almost unbearable causing me to kick him lightly in his stomach,
simply to get him to back off a little.

He seemed unfazed by my hints and pressed even further until he reached the pearl within. Once he latched on to it, I could feel his tongue peel back the outer hood and begin sucking like he had never sucked before. It actually felt damn good.

I moaned softly, grabbing his head while pushing him further into his motion as he incorporated his tongue into the mix. It was heaven, and he was making me cum as well as my legs tremble. Every fiber of my being wanted to cum harder than I ever had before. If he would get this right, I wouldn’t fight him on getting pussy ever again, even if he fucked my brains out hard and fast.

“Oh, my gosh. Just like that baby. Keep it just like that,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes hard, feeling my cum shoot out of me, forcing me to jerk my pelvis to his face wildly.

He began making slurping sounds, covering my entire pussy with his mouth, munching yet again. He was doing so well until he had reverted back to that nasty bullshit he was used to. If I were going to endure fucking him, he would definitely need more work.

As he mounted me, eagerly aiming his dick towards my opening like mines was the only pussy he had ever tasted, the evidence of that was prevalent. But until then, I would continue to work with him so long as I could get whatever I wanted out of him. He would be my little flunky, my muse.
I liked the idea of having someone that I knew would never tell me no, regardless of what I wanted him to do, and I knew he would always be loyal.