Chapter 2 #2
Walking off, I left him standing there. I was sure he didn’t like the decision that I made, but he didn’t have a choice but to get over it.
Two nights later, I was meeting my homies Ryder and Lox at the strip club.
It had been a long ass week, and I needed to relieve some stress.
Chilling with my niggas while surrounded by beautiful women and listening to good music was a great way to unwind.
The next day, I planned to go out on my yacht and spend a few hours on the water.
Alone. Just me, the driver of the yacht, and the sounds of nature.
Whether it was my legal business ventures or illegal dealings, I worked hard and took way less vacations than I should have.
On average, I only got a few days a month that I took just for myself.
Days where I actually turned my phones off and shut out the world.
No work, no stressing, no brainstorming. Just me, myself, and I.
I had money, power, and respect. For years I chased those three things. As the money piled high, I found myself craving peace. Did I want to be broke? Fuck no. But I was finally beginning to realize that there were things that money couldn’t buy. Guess we all had to grow up one day.
Ryder instructed the cocktail waitress to bring two bottles of tequila.
I had a stack of ones in front of me as did Ryder and Lox.
I’d never understand men that went to the strip club and didn’t throw money.
I was far from a trick, but I knew how the game went.
Strippers danced for money. Niggas coming in the club ogling, attempting to touch, and damn near harassing the dancers but not spending any money was lame as hell to me.
Lox was busy recruiting women to come into our section.
So far, he’d chosen three of them and was talking to a fourth.
Ryder bobbed his head to the Drake song blasting through the club speakers as he rolled a blunt.
A tall, curvaceous, dancer that went by the stage name Doll sauntered over to me.
I’d had sex with Doll a few times in the past, and the pussy was good.
Doll had a roster that consisted of rappers and athletes.
She was cool as hell. She never stalked a nigga, got on that nagging shit, or tried to finesse a bunch of money out of me.
Shorty never requested bags or trips. I tipped her generously when I came into the club.
To show her appreciation, she didn’t cock block, or try to stake her claim when it came to the other dancers or female patrons, so she’d always be good in my book.
“Hi Kastian,” she smiled. Her tone was seductive, and the orange thong she wore did little to cover her fat mound.
“What’s good, Sexy?” I took the blunt that Ryder passed me.
“Just in here trying to make some shit shake. I’m glad you came in, so I could see you before I head to Houston for a few months.”
“When you leaving?” my eyes narrowed as I pulled from the blunt. Doll was topless, so her perky C cups had my manhood stiffening.
“In two weeks.”
“Oh yeah?” I expelled weed smoke from my lungs. “Holla at me before you leave tonight.” I wanted to hit that again before she left.
A sly grin eased across Doll’s face. “I definitely will.”
I hit the blunt two more times before passing it to Lox.
The women in our section began dancing, and I picked up a stack of money and removed the rubber band.
The cocktail waitress came with the requested bottles and after a few sips of alcohol, my mood had shifted.
The tension that had accumulated from the weeks’ events slowly began to leave my body.
I had thrown a good hundred dollars in ones when I spotted her.
Fine ass Persia. I had no clue why I had seen shorty three times in such a short period of time, but I was starting to wonder why the Universe kept dangling her sexy ass in front of me if she was married.
A nigga was trying to be respectful of her union, but if she kept popping up, all bets were off.
I peeped the person she was with and the wedding band on his finger and chuckled inwardly.
Fine ass Persia was married to David? I expected more.
She was bad enough to bag something better.
I copped guns from David. Had been doing business with him for a few years.
He had a little bread, and he was aight to do business with, but he damn sure wasn’t who I expected Persia to be married to.
If I was a different kind of man, I’d make it my mission to take her ass, but it wasn’t that serious.
I knew I was bugging when I found myself wondering why she was with that nigga.
Yeah, he had a little paper, but he wasn’t rich.
I doubted she was physically attracted to him. It had to be money.
Before I got too deep off in my thinking, I had to check myself.
It didn’t matter why she was with that man.
It wasn’t any of my business. I couldn’t hate on him for bagging her, and if she liked it, I loved it.
The blunt made its’ way back around to me, and I found myself watching Persia rather than throwing money.
David whispered in her ear, and I studied her body language.
In my opinion, the chemistry wasn’t there.
Nah, she wasn’t attracted to that man. If they were in the strip club together, I doubted she was a prude.
He should have been all on her getting that pussy hot while the dancers put on a show for her.
Who came to the strip club with their significant other to be boring?
If she was mine, I would have been tonguing her down while a stripper gave her a lap dance or something.
Seeing my fine ass lady with a half-naked baddie gyrating on her would have me harder than Chinese arithmetic.
Maybe I was staring too damn hard because Persia tore her gaze away from the stripper that was sauntering by, and her orbs darted over her surroundings.
When her gaze landed on me, my eyes narrowed as I pulled from the blunt I was holding.
We had a brief stare off before she directed her attention back to her nigga.
Whatever he was saying must not have been interesting at all.
Persia was holding my attention more than the strippers in her sleeveless, crème catsuit.
Everything aside from her arms were covered, and she had me salivating over her like she wasn’t directly beside her husband.
Finally, I tore my eyes away from her and passed the blunt to Ryder.
Regardless of whether or not I felt David was a lame, I was big on respect.
Persia was his wife, and I would have a problem with a man openly eye fucking mine.
The word pussy could never be used to describe me, but I was gon’ respect David because in my opinion that was what a real man did.
Still, there had to be a reason I kept running into shorty.
Doll came over with a sexy smile on her face and began putting on a show for me.
She was one of those semi-lazy strippers that felt because she had a pretty face, she didn’t have to do much.
In a sense, she was right. I didn’t give a damn if a stripper stood on her head, did back flips, or if she simply stood in front of me and made her cheeks clap.
If she was fine with a nice body and didn’t have body odor, she could get my ones.
Just because I was tipping, I never took that to mean I could touch the dancers in a sexual manner.
Doll and I were cool, and we’d been intimate before, so that was the only reason I smacked her ass as she did a slow wind in front of me.
Out of my peripheral, I saw figures approaching, and I looked up and saw David and Persia.
Persia was a few feet behind him and looked apprehensive about coming over.
David on the other hand extended his palm.
“What up, Kastian? I got a shipment coming in next week. Holla at me.”
“If I need you, I know how to get up with you,” I responded to him while watching the movement of Doll’s ass.
“I know. I’m just saying, I got some good shit in this shipment, and I know it’s going to go fa”
When I turned toward him, his words halted.
David stopped talking as my jaw muscles flexed.
I didn’t come to the club to talk business.
He only got the courtesy of me politely declining once.
I despised an annoying ass nigga that didn’t know how to catch hints.
I wanted to relax not talk about guns in a setting where you could barely be heard without shouting.
“I got you. Just keep me in mind, man.”
David turned to leave. When he placed his hand on the small of Persia’s back and led her back to the spot they’d been standing in, I could have sworn my body temperature rose.
There was no way I was perturbed by a man touching his own wife.
I didn’t even know Persia. She was attractive, but so were plenty other women.
Maybe I was so into her because she was off limits, and niggas liked playing with fire. That had to be it.
By the time the second song ended, I was high, tipsy, and Doll had taken the rest of the money that I had left, so that was her cue to head to another area of the club.
As the sweeper collected her money, she leaned over with her breasts in my face and spoke into my ear.
“I’m leaving in like an hour. It’ll take me another hour to get home and freshen up. I’ll be waiting for you.”
I eyed her breasts hungrily. “That’s what I like to hear. I’ll let you know when I’m on the way.”
“What did David want?” Ryder asked once Doll was gone.
“Telling me he has a shipment coming in next week, like I don’t know how to get in touch with him if I need some shit.”
“How the hell did he bag that?”
As if I didn’t know what his wife looked like, I followed Ryder’s line of vision and saw Persia throwing ones on Doll as Doll twerked on her. David’s lame ass just stood back watching. “Nigga definitely don’t know what to do with that,” I mumbled.
“You good? I’m about to run out to my car and get some head from Chyna before the club closes. If I make it in right after the club closes, Tesha will be less likely to accuse me of cheating.”
I shook my head while reaching for my cup. “You niggas don’t have the sense God gave you.”
“Aye,” Ryder shrugged. I’ve been with Tesha for three years, and I’ve only cheated a handful of times. You fuck the same female for three years and then you can side eye me. I’ve known you for fifteen years, and you’ve never even had a girlfriend.”
“Because I wasn’t ready to be faithful. You should have taken notes.”
Ryder’s shoulders hiked into another passive shrug. “I’ll stop cheating soon. I love my shorty. I just gotta get it all out of my system before we get married.”
I gave a curt nod and directed my attention back to my surroundings.
Doll wasn’t off just yet, but I was about to take another shot and head out.
I had shooters spread out around the club and once I left, one of the lil’ homies would follow me to make sure I was good, but I still didn’t like to be out getting too fucked up.
I had a lot of money, a lot of jewelry, and expensive cars.
I also had the status that a lot of niggas wanted.
It was inevitable for someone to eventually try me, so I had to be on point at all times even when I was supposed to be relaxing.
But it was the life I chose, and I had to deal with it.
Since I decided not to keep trying to get Toya pregnant, it was back to the drawing board.
In the meantime, I was about to go knock the lining out of Doll’s pussy.