Chapter 5
Ashaun Greek
All that worrying ‘bout who does what and what goes where was strictly Arion’s job.
A nigga like me wasn’t meant to do shit but live.
He was the head of the family for a reason.
They knew not to trust me in the seat. Everybody would’ve been knocked off by sunrise and I’d be calling it a day.
Tagging along to make sure he was straight was stressful enough.
I didn’t need all that other shit on my back.
He had money to make, and I had money to throw.
I just got my monthly allowance and planned on blowing it on some big booty bitch in the club.
Apparently, I make poor financial decisions and need to be monitored so Arion gives me a fuckin’ allowance to make sure I don’t go bankrupt.
He footed the bill for the family, so I didn’t understand what the fuck they was pocket watching me for.
Ethereal was recommended the most through survey of social media so that’s where the fuck I was. When it came to the strip club, I preferred to cut up alone. All that having a crew with me to do shit was never my M.O. My name had enough reputation alone and the money always followed.
The night fall finally found Sage Springs which meant the city was woke and dangerous. The parking lot was packed letting me know it was more than a few dumb muthafuckas inside wanting more attention than the hoes. Before I could step out the whip, my cell was vibrating in my pocket.
“I mean goddamn!” I shouted out in irritancy.
Fishing it out, I saw that it was my sister calling.
Aurora rarely called me due to her duties in the Army so when she did phone a nigga, I always picked up.
Swiping my finger across the screen, I then tapped the speaker, and said, “What it do Asian persuasion?”
She released a light giggle, followed by, “Ashaun, why am I checking your location, and it says you’re at a strip club? Did you not learn anything from the last time?”
“That bitch tried to get me, sis’. I don’t know why you and Rion always joking ‘bout that shit. Somebody need to lock her herpes having ass up. Spreading that swamp water like its spring. I owe that hoe a grave, I can’t lie.”
My last run in at a strip club, one of them dirty ass bitches tried to take yo’ boy out for the count. If it wasn’t for the owner herself stopping that hoe in the act, I would’ve been a goner. She was so goddamn fine, but I guess everything that glitter really wasn’t gold.
Tainted ass bitch.
“You need to think about your health Shaun and stop thinking you have to fuck on them damn girls. Where’s Rion? Give him the phone.”
“I’m alone tonight sis. I left his worrisome ass where the hell he was at. Aye, did I tell you he got married to some green headed hoe?” I questioned to get the heat off my back.
“Twice Ashaun. You need to stop telling his business to anybody that’ll listen. You seem to know her more than he does, so tell me what she’s like,” she said offering another chuckle.
Aurora was just as silly as I was. She laughed at everything and made situations lighter. Her presence alone calmed niggas down. I loved the hell out of my siblings but Ro… yeah, I’d end bloodlines behind her. I ain’t give niggas a chance to play with that one.
“The hell if I know. I know what she look like, that’s all. Oh, and Rion couldn’t stop calling her Clover. Pops gave him thirty days to find her. He been working my nerves to find her, but I ain’t married, so I ain’t looking. He better take his ass back to Vegas,” I ranted.
“Why am I not surprised? Shaun, what do you even do when y’all are together? You’re supposed to be watching his back.”
“I do. Ain’t nobody rolled up on him yet. When you coming home? I miss you,” I revealed. Ro was small, feisty, and easy going. I needed her around family.
“Uhm, soon. Bae invited me to his family wedding as his plus one. He didn’t get the official invite yet, but he was told to show up so... What do you even wear to weddings? You’ve stopped a few. What did you wear?” she jested.
“Get off my phone, Ro. I love you, and I’ll call you tomorrow. Stay safe, sis’.”
“I will baby boy. Love you, too.” With that, the call disconnected.
Being a menace was hard. It was a few women whose pussy was too good to let go. Talking ‘bout marrying the love of their life. Hell, they were taking quality shit and giving it to somebody else for a lifetime. Fuck no I ain’t approve. You better believe I shut that shit down.
Climbing out my black on black Urus, I swagged to the front door ready to enjoy myself.
I liked the fact there was valet. While niggas were lined the fuck up to get in, I was granted access immediately.
I guess my whip helped with that. I wore a sly grin as I entered the building. It paid to be a young nigga with money.
The music was loud and thankfully it ain’t smell like the shit these hoes was throwing.
I slipped through the crowd to the bar. Off gate I asked for a section.
I ain’t like all that crowding ‘round me bullshit, and I damn sho’ ain’t want no nigga thinking he could kick it with me just ‘cause I was alone.
“What can I help you with love?” the bartender inquired.
“I need a section, and two bottles of Azul. I need the selection of ladies to be brown. You got me? I don’t like nothing less than nigga,” I replied.
She laughed but gave a slight nod. “I got you.” She pulled out her device and scrolled for a minute before saying, “You want open or closed? Closed is a private room and open is on the floor.”
“Who you got for closed?”
“Novacane. She’s one of our most requested. She also does a plus one in her sets.”
“Cool. How much can you get for me? I need at least a hundo in singles.” She looked me up and down and shook her head with a laugh that caught damn near the entire club’s attention.
I caught on quick that she thought I was talking ‘bout a Benji.
“My fault. You misunderstood me. I need a hunnid racks in ones.”
She thought shit was so funny but now she was choking on that same joke. Grabbing her chest trying to calm down brought a smile to my face. Playing me like I couldn’t satisfy every bitch in here on my own was comical. I paid rent on a regular lil’ did she know.
“One moment. I have to get my boss.” She picked up the wall phone and gave me her back. I scanned the room in the meantime. Whoever owned this muthafucka knew they had a gem on they hands.
Moments passed before someone approached me decked out in threads that matched her skin tone to the fuckin tee.
The ice she had dripped around her neck was blinding a nigga.
The only reason I knew baby girl wasn’t showing off her birthday suit was simply because everything I liked ‘bout a woman wasn’t on display.
I sucked on nipples and licked on pussy for a living. None of it was visible to the eye.
“You wanted a hunnid racks in ones, right?” she inquired.
Fuck that bread, Ma. Who the fuck is you?
“Uh, yeah. I was waiting for the boss though. That’s you?”
Nodding, she said, “It is. Do you mind following me?”
“Nah. A nigga don’t mind following yo’ pretty ass at all,” I replied.
Rolling her eyes, she disappeared into the crowd.
I bit on my bottom lip as I trailed behind her.
The strobe lights ain’t do baby no justice.
The way her thin waist complimented her thick hips would make any woman jealous.
The heels she had strapped around her ankle added to the height she already had. I loved that shit, I couldn’t lie.
The fruity smell of a woman had me in a chokehold for a long time. However, this particular being carried a scent of floral. I was intrigued by that alone. I wasn’t quite ready to distance myself from it.
We made our way to the second floor walking down a long hall that held little to no light. I stayed with a tool on me, and this was beginning to make me nervous. I gripped my Glock that was tucked by my right rib until she stopped in front of a door.
Once it was open, she stepped to the side and said, “Please, come in and have a seat.” She noticed my stance with her eyes landing on my gun. She chuckled and said, “I got you up here alone baby boy. Don’t you think it’s a lil’ late for that.”
“It ain’t never too late, Ma. Whether you catch this heat or not is all on you,” I threw back.
Stepping into my personal space, she pressed her body into mine making sure her lips were positioned by my ear. “It was too late for you the moment you followed me blindly. Now, you want what you came for or not? I don’t have all night.”
She stepped back and into the room. I couldn’t lie.
I did follow her blindly and now it was either do or don’t.
Turning that corner, I realized she’d dragged me to her office.
Walking deeper into it, I took my time taking it in.
I was shocked to see she had a pole and stage in this muthafucka, too.
One too many thoughts came to mind with her as the entertainment.
“How you paying?”
“Direct wire.”
She looked over at me and said, “Excuse me?”
There was one velvet seat in front of the stage. Because I had yet to take a seat, I did so there. I was curious to see what came next. “Direct wire. Do you not understand how that works?”
“Having an intellectual disability is unfortunate. Too bad I don’t have one. Me saying excuse me is me asking you what the fuck you think this is.”
Smiling hard, I answered with my back to her saying, “A business transaction. I don’t see the problem.”
Her heels clicked against the marble floor alerting me that she was closing the short distance between us. When she finally came to stand in front of me, the spotlight that beamed from the ceiling dawned in on her. I quickly realized they were motion censored, and she was in view.
“When you stepped foot in my club, yo’ intentions were to throw a bag on a hoe downstairs.
You saw me and suddenly changed yo’ mind.
Understandable. What sparked yo’ curiosity was my stage, right?
So, when you say direct wire, you expect me to strip and show you all a bitch cool tricks.
Trust me, I can make you blow more than a petty ass hunnid bands baby boy.
I’m just that good. However, I’m uninterested.
You have two options. You can take yo’ disrespectful ass back downstairs and be thoroughly entertained by one of my girls or leave my establishment altogether. Choose.”
I sat there roaming her body from head to toe and back again.
My gaze fixated on the catlike eyes she possessed.
I had to give it to her. Most women that wore blush, overdid it.
However, she applied just the right amount to her almond brown skin.
With her nails and toe tips being as bright as the pink wig on her head, I gathered that pink was a color she favored.
“Damn bubble gum in a dish. You gon’ do me like that?” I asked in a joking manner.
She released a hearty laugh before stepping between my legs. She leaned over, and I noticed the grill she had in her mouth. She wasn’t shit like I expected a boss to be. I wasn’t gon’ hold you. I wanted shawty. I didn’t give a fuck what I had to do to get her either.
“A hunnid bands won’t even let you smell my farts nigga. Once again, it’s one of my girls or the door,” she spoke slowly maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Reaching up, I grabbed her by the neck gently and backed her pretty ass up to the glass window behind her. She smelled damned good, and I’d bet that lil’ gas she passed smelled even better.
“How much then?” I questioned.
“W-What? How much for what?”
“To smell it. I want to smell that, yo’ morning breath, and whatever else you got to offer.”
“That is so fuckin’ disgusting. What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked pushing me away from her.
She slid out the way and quickly put distance between us. I figured that was coming. She challenged me like I wasn’t a nasty nigga. Lil’ did she know, I could enjoy whatever she threw my way, except that shit that fucked with my health. A nigga wasn’t that fuckin’ nasty.
“Look, you got this pole in here for a reason. I’m just trying to see if the owner can work the room like the bitches she put on the floor. Is that too much to ask? I’m willing to wire you whatever you ask for.” I had money to blow so why the fuck not.
“What’s yo’ name?” she asked.
“Ashaun and yours?”
Nodding, she said, “That’s really cute and you are too. Too bad yo’ rude ass won’t ever get to see it. I want you to get the fuck out, Ashaun. I’m not gon’ ask you again. Choose and do it quickly, Ashaun.”
I was a nigga that took risk. Many referred to me as a hoe and truthfully speaking, I was.
I was so goddamn easy for a pretty ass chocolate bitch it wasn’t even funny.
The way she was handling me, had my dick hard.
I was so used to pussy being thrown at me; it turned me on when a woman knew her values.
“You know my name, but you’ve yet to offer yours. At least give me that before you throw me out on my ass.”
She looked me dead in the eyes, and I felt my walls crumble.
Damn she had a nigga by the balls. I wanted her fine ass and this lil’ exchange ain’t do shit but put her on a nigga radar.
I came for entertainment, and I’d be damned if she ain’t show a nigga a good time.
I was accepting this challenge with a smile.
“Akira.”
I took subtle steps backward toward the door.
A nigga wasn’t quite ready to take my eyes off her.
She was beautiful, petite, but curvy at the same time.
Every decline I received today ain’t do shit but make me want to try harder.
Arion wasted no time locking down what he felt was for him, no matter how drunk he was.
I knew my brother and that wasn’t impulsive.
I guess I could follow suit and lock one down, too.
“I’ll see you soon beautiful. Oh, and I would ask for you to send the baddest to me but apparently, I ain’t got enough to smell her farts. Give me second best,” I said winking at her.