URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (34 page)

“She’s having a girl.” He was about to say something but she cut him off. “I just know these things.

They left the house and all they heard was the low sounds of children laughing and Yvette calling after them.

“I think that everything is going to be fine.” Giselle smiled at him. He reached and patted her stomach.

“I do too.”

The End

Antwon sat at the bar of the strip club. He hated to admit that he had a weakness for strippers, but there was just something about a curvy woman that just stole his heart. He knew that one curvy woman was the reason why he took a bullet to the leg, but none of that mattered right now. Now all that mattered was the light skin beauty with the wide hips and ample ass that caught his eye. She looked to be flirting with him, but he knew better than that. He just reached in his pockets and threw a bunch of ones at her. She smiled as she let go of the pole to pick them up. She bent completely over and posed just for him.

“It looks like somebody likes you.” The female bartender teased. She was beautiful as well and Antwon smiled at her.

“Oh yeah? She don’t do that shit for every nigga that comes up in here?” He asked as she pulled off her top.

“She dances yes, but she never looks at them like that.” The bartender admitted. She then pulled her purple hair into her ponytail. She washed her hands in the sink. “Where are you from?” She asked as she dried her hands.

“New York City.” He told and then looked back at the stripper climbing the pole. “Brooklyn, New York.”

“Oh yeah? I recognized your accent.”

“It’s funny because I think you have an accent.” He laughed.

“I can’t, because I live here and you don’t.” She teased sticking her tongue out.

“Oh I live here now.” He told her.

“What made you move?”

“I used to always hear about this place so when it was time to go, this was the first place I thought of.”

“You don’t have family out here?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Friends?”

“No.” He shook his head again. “I left everyone and everybody back in Brooklyn. I’m all alone out here.” He sipped on his beer.

“Not for long.” She pointed behind him.

He turned around and saw the stripper standing behind him. She threw on a baggy shirt, but she still had a thong on. Even with the baggy shirt, there was no hiding that figure.

“Someone sitting here?” She asked about the stool next to him.

“Nope, no one at all.” He pulled it out and she thanked him. “Can I get you a drink?” He signaled for the bartender.

“Yeah.” She smiled. “And you can pay for it too.” She took some of the money that he threw at her. He shook his head and took out a stack.

“Don’t you worry about my wallet baby, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Your accent…” She licked her lips. “You not from around here?”

“Nope.” He looked in her eyes. “I’ve only been here for a little while.”

“Do you like North Carolina so far?” She flirted. He looked her up and down. He imagined all the positions he could put her flexible body into.

“I love North Carolina.”

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Ridin’ For My Thug

Shantel Johnson

© 2015 Sensual Ink Publishing

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

I love morning sex. It’s the most sensual and sexy feeling next to eating the sweetest pie on Earth. Slow grinding on top of Rock, I eased his love pole inside and outside of me as I rose to the top and eased it back down the shaft.

“Yesss baby, get this pipe. Take it all.” Rock moaned as I rode in the reverse cowgirl position with my butt-cheeks popping one by one. “Awww damn, wait, babe, wait.” He couldn’t take it anymore so he grabbed my waist to slow my pace.

“No, let me take you to heaven, daddy.” I moaned as I rose off of him and kneeled down over his body, my lips to his thick and modest eight and a half inches. He peered down at me as I stuck my tongue out and began licking around his balls. I loudly hummed a tune on his sac as I suckled them into my mouth. Rock rocked his hips upwards into my mouth as he began playing in my hair in an attempt to guide my mouth to his shaft.

I took him completely into my mouth and worked him over until I felt his orgasm build. Not liking the taste of his cum in my mouth, I always jacked him off onto my full 36 B breasts.

“Mmm, how was that for you, daddy?” I asked as I rose to grab the paper towels next to the bed.

“It would have been better if you swallowed.” He mumbled under his breath.

“I heard that, jerk.” I playfully swatted Rock with a pillow. “What do you have planned for the day?

“Probably see if I can make a few dollars so I can do some shopping for the kids. I rolled my eyes up. When he said kids, he was not referencing children that we had together, instead he was referring to children he created through all of the times he cheated on me.

“Well, make sure you are not out there getting into more trouble than you need to be.” I shouted at his back as he went into the bathroom to shower.

I got up to find something in the kitchen to snack on. I haven’t been eating quite as much since I lost my job three months ago. We have just barely been getting by without my support in this apartment.

Walking out of the bathroom and right into the kitchen, Rock was on his cell phone. “Nah, you have to come up off of that money you owe me from last week, bruh’. You didn’t even pay me for the dime bag I gave to you three weeks ago because you said you were low on funds.” Rock argued with one of his customers. “Nah, I am not trying to hear that anymore, I need my money before I give you anything else.” He hung up the phone in the caller’s ear.

“Babe, who was that?” I asked. “Don’t tell me that was Kellz from over on Avenue L?”

Rock was pacing the floor while counting his money. “Yea, it was him. I’m tired of his games now. He’s already in the hole for fifty. Now he’s calling asking to hold a fifty spot again until tomorrow.” Rock scrunched up his face in an annoyed way. “Is this dude trippin’ or what?”

I shook my head, used to the stories of Kellz. My man, Rock has been selling marijuana aka weed, aka purp, aka exotic, aka every other name that is different for the greenery, since I met him walking home from high school nearly seven years ago. We were both sixteen at the time. Since that day he came up on me as I was walking with a fresh pair of Orange and Black Jordans on, an Orange Halter top, and laced Black shorts that cupped right underneath of my buttocks. I knew a dude like him couldn’t resist an ass like this. What he didn’t know was that I been had my eyes on him before he even approached me. I wore that outfit purposely for Rock that day, plus it was the last day of school for me. I just knew he would approach a bad chick like me. I heard of his rep in the hood, and for a young thug, he had it on lock on Church Ave.

“Aight, well I’m out, mama. Keep your phone on. I should be back in a few hours, I gotta’ go check on my kids.” Rock came over to give me a kiss. I rolled my eyes as I turned my face to avoid the kiss.

“Why do you always have to act like that when I go visit my kids. Damn, you always ruin the moment.” Rock yelled in my ear. “You know I have kids so what is the problem?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be too worried about you going over there if you wouldn’t have fucked these bitches behind my back, Rock. Plus you cheated on me with Tiny and her sister and have kids by both of them hoes.” I paused and looked at him. “What kind of shit is that?”

Rock shook his head and headed to the door. “Get over that. That was four years ago. I haven’t cheated on you since.” He opened the door. “I’m going to call you so you can order some Chinese food for tonight.”

“Whatever.” I said as he slammed the door behind him. I love Rock but all the bullshit attached to him is starting to really get old.

Things have got to change, because I am not going to be living my life chasing after a man that does not want to be kept. Getting up off the couch in my one bedroom apartment, I walk a couple steps to the front window to see which direction Rock is headed in. He must have speeded out of there because neither he nor his car was in sight. Stretching and yawning, I decide to take a nap until Rock gets back home.

I stretched out on my full-sized bed and thought about my life, my past, and my future. I grew up in a complete family. My mother and father have been together for over thirty years. Both of them coming from the Islands at the same time to make a life in America and secured their future together forever. Both of my parents are Jamaican born, I am the only American born in my family. I have a sister named Marie Roberts whom, like my parents, is from the old country.

Hard-nosed, my father was no joke growing up. He raised the household like a military base, and just because he was the only male in the house, he figured he would raise his daughters to be just as militant and strong as he was. My mother, bless her heart, tried to be the reason of sanity in our crazy household but she always backed my father up in everything he did or said.

My sister, Marie, moved to Florida years ago after graduating college. Unfortunately, my life didn’t follow that same plan. I decided college is just not for me. I see all of the successful celebrities without a college degree making millions and billions just doing regular things like making sex tapes, being Instagram famous, or twerking on youtube. By the way, you can follow me on Instagram at SexyMonica2FineAnd2Fly4YoEyez.

‘My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong/

I was back in the same spot where I promised myself I would never come back to, Pink Printz. I used to work at Pink Printz as a stripper for three years until I got pregnant. Once I lost the baby due to a fall on stage, I took it hard and said I would never step foot back into this realm because it is just not worth me risking my unborn’s life. Look at me now, crawling back to the pole just to raise some money for bail. I promise that this is the last time you catch me swirling and grinding on stage for cash.

As I walked backstage, I heard a few grunts and moans from a few of the girls. There were all new girls in here now; I didn’t recognize any of them. I am only twenty-six but these girls where much younger, and some even prettier, but I knew for a fact they were not rocking the stage like I did in my glory days. I used to get money as if it was falling from the sky.

“Buttah? Is that you?” I heard an all too familiar voice, but I didn’t see where it was coming from.

“Buttah? What are you doing back here, girly?” The voice asked from behind me.

I whipped my head around to find Lusty right on my heels. Lusty and I were great stage partners back in the day. I mean we used to rake in the dollars every night, leaving hoes mad that we were ever born.

We embraced each other. “Girl, long story. I just need to make some quick money to be real with you.” I said as I shook my head.

“Nothing wrong with that at all. Getcha’ money, boo. You see I ain’t going nowhere any time soon.” Lusty was still the same; the same money-hungry slut that was still shaking her ass for money damn near six years later. She done birthed three babies since working as a stripper and worked all the way up until her due date. That was some nasty shit, but a lot of men are into a pregnant fantasy.

“So can I use your station to change because it don’t seem like these new girls are too friendly.” I asked her.

She gave me a funny look. “Now you know damn well that you don’t have to ask to use my station. Just make sure you clean it back up and wipe everything down when you leave.” She went to retrieve some glitter and began rubbing it on her chest. “I have to go do my set now; I will see you later on. Maybe we can grab a bite to eat or something.” She said as she began walking out of the backstage area.

I sat down and looked at myself in the mirror. I know Rock better make sure he turns his life around when he comes home because I be damned if I live my life like this again. I shook my head and started unpacking my bag. Deciding to wear a one piece wraparound G-String that barely covered up my nipples or my trimmed pubic hair, I turned around and looked at my backside.

“You need to be doing some squats because that ass is not sittin’ right, honey.” Another stripper hated as she walked past me.

“Yea, but I bet this ass brings in more money than you ever could.” I admit, being depressed and everything about losing my baby a year ago, I lost weight and was on the slim side now. My ass was nice, but not plump like you would think a stripper’s ass should be.

“Now you know you lying on that one.” The girl continued on as she applied her lipstick in the mirror next to me. “Good luck making money tonight.” She giggled with two other girls as they walked towards the front of the building.

“Hatin’ ass bitches.” I mumbled.

I heard giggling from the side of me. “Yea, they all are like that. They hate when they see competition. You good.”

I smiled. “Well, that will cause them to have a beat down where I’m from.”

“I feel you.” She said. “I’m Strawberry, I heard you were trying to get a few dollars and quick tonight. I may have an opportunity for you.”

I looked at this girl strangely. “Like what? I ain’t into any orgies or lesbians.” I stated.

Strawberry was a light skin girl who looked of a mixed race. I examined her body as she undressed and found the reason why they called her strawberry, her nipples were the color of a ripe strawberry. I don’t know her race, but she was not black, white, or Latina. A pretty girl with piercing green eyes, I sort of felt insecure around her but I knew I had it going on as well.

My skin was the glistening color of a black Barbie doll. My eyes are large just like my lips. I had the classic African and Jamaican nose that most are ashamed of but I thought accentuated my beauty. I am proud of my heritage. My looks almost were model-like but who am I to brag.

Strawberry laughed. “No. I am supposed to go to a hotel tonight with these two men I occasionally service. I was to bring another girl from here with me so we could have a little, fun.” She emphasized the word fun, “and since she didn’t show up tonight, how about you come with me.”