13. Jovani （Von） Bendetti
“And my dick feel better when you drunk ride. Spend nighttime staring at the sunrise. And my diamonds all hitting like tie dye.”
Something thick and chocolate bounced her ass in front of me while gripping her ankles as I rapped along to Drake and Rick Ross’ Lemon Pepper freestyle. The lyrics couldn’t have been more truer coming out of my mouth. That was my fucking life. Sex, long nights that lead to early mornings, and enough money to buy as many diamonds as my safes and jewelry counter could hold. My left hand gripped the neck of the Ace of Spades while I used my right to toss fives at her from the stack of money piled in my lap. With the Italian mafia needing to be executed along with us still having to figure out what we could of the human trafficking ring, the strip club was the last place I should have been. But, I couldn’t get the smell of PJ’s shitty and burnt flesh out of my system and figured smelling some pussy would wipe the odor from my mental rolodex.
Placing the bottle to my mouth, I took a swig of the overpriced champagne and knew that it would be my last sip. I’d been sitting there for an hour too long and knew it was time for me to get the fuck out of dodge. My brother and I had been running the streets for a long fucking time and had yet to acquire any beef. As soon as we let Melissa’s ass in the fold, here comes all the bullshit. Granted, she didn’t have anything to do with Tony’s coked out money hungry ass and his schemes but, at least he didn’t have muthafuckas burning down our grandmother’s pool hall.
Wap Wap.
Letting my hand come down hard on Coal – the sexy black stripper in front of me, she stood and faced me. Even with the six-inch platform heels on her feet, I would still tower over her when I stood. Coal was fine as hell and a good time for sure. I’d fucked her a handful of times and even though that pussy got wetter than a sauna, she wasn’t what I wanted for the night. As a matter of fact, nothing employed at the Pleasure Pad was on the menu for the night. I was in that bitch so much they may as well put my picture up on the wall. My brother liked to clown me for spending more time there than I did my own home but, I was doing the Lord’s work. I’d changed a plethora of lives just by going in there and blowing stacks. I guess one could call me Robin Hood of the fucking titty bar.
“Wassup Von? You ready to slide?”
Licking my lips again, I admired the sexy dancer in front of me. She was topless so her dark areolas were pointed right at me. She’d gotten her breast done a few months ago courtesy of ya boy and them shits not only looked natural but they felt and tasted authentic too. Barely covering her pussy was what I liked to call dental floss because the red string damn sure wasn’t no thong. Coal knew me well enough because me not answering her question gave her an answer. She wouldn’t be going home with me tonight. She was player as fuck about it though and being the go getter she was, she collected her money and winked at me before sauntering out of my section.
“I just knew you was taking her home tonight,” Deuce snapped me from eyeing Coal’s fat ass as she switched to the back to freshen up and put away her earnings. Even though my night was about to end, hers was just beginning unless another baller requested her to end her shift early to give him toe curling orgasms.
Taking one last swig, I placed the half full bottle on the table, palmed the rest of my money since the stacks were too big to pocket and stood. At first, I was going to come to the club alone but, remembered I wanted to fully enjoy myself. I didn’t need to be drunk in order to have a good time but shit, with everything going on, I needed some shit to take the edge off. Weed could only do so much and even though I’d most definitely smoked a few blunts prior to going out, that liquor had me right where I needed to be. Since I was intoxicated, it was imperative that I had our extra muscle with me.
Standing alongside Deuce’s big ass I scanned the club looking for the slightest reason to air that bitch out. My trigger finger had been put to work as of late and I wasn’t complaining not one bit. The more fuck niggas my brother and I could get rid of, the better off Ausnor beach would be.
Shifting my eyes from the crowd to Deuce, the corner of my mouth quirked with amusement.
“Anybody tell you that you big as fuck?”
Deuce’s focus never left the crowd. That big nigga was worth every penny my brother and I paid him. Under normal circumstances, his job was easy as fuck. Nobody was stupid enough to try the Bendetti brothers and it had been that way since before the millions, back when we were putting in work on the playground. Now that we had beef in the streets that nigga was finally working for his seven-figure salary. But in all honesty, Deuce was forever about his business.
“Yeah, my bitch tells me every day when she creamin’ on it,” he said with a straight face. When his lip twitched giving his version of a smile while in focus mode I shook my head.
“Ugh. That girl you brought to the dinner little as hell. You probably be smothering the fuck out of her. You should have at least gotten you something three hundred plus pounds,” I groused.
“With the way Sammi handles me, you would think she was three hundred plus.”
“Yeah, TMI.”
“You don’t think it be TMI when you be getting head in the wide open club while I have to guard the section?”
“The difference between you and I is that I pay you big dawg,” I slapped his chest with the back of my hand.
Chuckling, Deuce didn’t have a rebuttal. That nigga was living good, and I wouldn’t have it no other way. As much as I got on his head, he was solid as fuck. It was only right he had a bad bitch. The nigga was paid. But, I knew Sammi was bleeding his ass dry.
“Wait, you ain’t fucked her, have you?”
That time, he broke eye contact with the crowd to peer down at me since he had me by way too much in height. Big Shrek shaped ass nigga.
“You niggas just think I fucked the whole Ausnor beach hunh?”
Shrugging, he shifted his gaze.
“I mean, shit you have. You a pussy hound, Von. There are more women that you have fucked than haven’t. Plus, you stuck dick in Celine.”
Celine was still a sore subject not for me because I didn’t give a fuck about that D-list celebrity ass hoe and hated her for my brother. Thankfully, at the moment, he didn’t give a fuck about her either. Especially since Rainah popped up with the long lost twins. Jeo may have been a little salty that he was over there fucking and sucking on a hoe that had gobbled me whole though. Had I known his secretive ass was fucking with Celine I would have told him from the jump but by the time he made the introductions he was already looking at the inflated lip bitch with hearts in his eyes.
“Man fuck Celine. But nah, I haven’t fucked Sammi. I don’t even know her. But, Grams and Ida Mae seem to like her and you know Grams don’t like nobody so keep her around.”
They didn’t curse her out at the dinner Rainah hosted so I would say Deuce had a good one. Hopefully they would long haul it if his ass didn’t suffocate her. Big burly ass killers needed love too.
While Deuce had his head on swivel, I set my sights on the woman I’d been watching all night. The two women hadn’t sat down once, turning up to every damn song the DJ mixed. Neither one of them were twerking, they were just standing on the couch of their section and rapping all the music word for word. While one of them was thick and dark skinned with long ass weave and a skintight dress, the other had more of a girl next door look to her. Even now as she stood on the couch and swayed, her thick curls framed her face all innocently as she sipped from the black straw placed at her lips.
Her dress fit her body just right. While hers wasn’t as revealing as her girl’s the short silky champagne colored dress hugged her brown perfectly. She looked like she smelled of shea butter and coconuts. I could tell that she’d used some type of shimmer in her lotion or body oil because a sheen casted over her skin making it glow underneath the club lights. I wasn’t the type of nigga that had anything against makeup. While I could appreciate a natural face, especially because the shit didn’t make a mess on my pillows and sheets, I loved to see a woman all did up. Her makeup appeared to be professionally done but wasn’t all dramatic looking. Fine shyt was killing all these hoes in the club and she was so oblivious to it. She didn’t even know, she had the richest nigga in the building vexed.
Deuce followed my line of sighting and grunted.
“You trying to fuck with ole girl in the blue dress?”
Shaking my head I had to mentally tell my dick to calm down as I watched Fine shyt .
“Nah, that’s Riker’s bitch. I want the one next to her.”
“I was most definitely about to inform you that she was Riker’s girl.”
Riker was a nigga that copped work from us. He was currently down doing a five year bid for trafficking and being that that nigga took his charge without mentioning me or my brother’s name earned him much respect in our eyes. We only dealt to solid ass niggas so him not folding wasn’t a shocker but with the way niggas bitched up when them cuffs came down on their wrists you could never be too sure.
“I keep telling you I’m not trying to fuck all you nigga’s hoes. Damn, my dick does have some standards.”
“It doesn’t,” Deuce sneered.
Holding up the middle finger, I grew tired of watching Fine shyt like a creep. Plus, niggas had been watching her all night and I could tell she wanted to bite. I didn’t want baby to miss out on her blessing by going home with the worker when she could have the CEO so, I moved through the crowd with Deuce not too far behind me.
As if the DJ knew to cue me, Rick Ross and John Legend’s Rich forever blared through the speakers..
“And bitch you going home with one of these niggas tonight! One of us has to get some dick and we both know mine is on lockdown,” I heard Riker’s woman attempt to send her girl out. Fine shyt chuckled before taking another sip of her drink.
Stepping into their section, I commanded both of their attention without even making my presence known. Riker’s girl looked me up and down with approval before nudging her friend’s shoulder. My brother and I weren’t buddy buddy with the niggas we served but we did make it a point to get to know them niggas. Riker loved his girl. Shit the city knew that. Knowing that he was behind bars and didn’t have a foul ass bitch should feel good to him. When they spotted me, she was ready to put her girl on instead of herself and that spoke volumes even though I wouldn’t fuck with her anyway. Some of the women in Ausnor beach were so caught up in wanting to fuck with a nigga with status that they didn’t give a fuck if they had the president at home, they would still fuck with the next nigga if it meant they’d go up a level in the socialite realm.
Her big round eyes scanned me with them studying my jewelry, and the stacks of money still in my hand. She didn’t look at it as if she was a vulture but more so out of curiosity.
“Hi,” her soft voice greeted. Her voice matched her looks for sure and caused my dick to stiffen in the black Diesel jeans I was wearing.
“You tryna slide with a nigga?”
I wasn’t into all that small talk. I needed to fuck some bad to relieve all this pressure I had pent up and I wanted that something to be her. I wasn’t the type of nigga to flaunt my riches in order to impress girls because my brother and I never had to try with the opposite sex. Pussy fell in our laps like a row of dominoes and it had always been that way. My grams wasn’t even religious like that but we kept her on her knees praying that we didn’t bring home a house full of kids before we reached eighteen.
Not only did I have money, but I had the aura of a rich nigga. Most people knew who the fuck I was being that I was one part of the two kings of Ausnor Beach but even if they didn’t know, they could tell I was having shit my way. Looks aside, that alone was enough to grant me access to anyone I want. Yet, this woman with her fine ass was hesitating.
“Girl that nigga is fine and paid,” her friend took her cup and grabbed her by the shoulders. If I wasn’t so tipsy, I would be laughing at their asses.
“You know what the fuck you been through. You deserve to sit on some rich dick after dealing with a joker. Now take your ass on and give that nigga the best night of his life.”
I didn’t know I was holding my breath until I began to feel lightheaded. Normally I would have moved the fuck around but who was I kidding, normally girls didn’t need to be pep talked into leaving with Jovani Bendetti. If anything, they got in line and sometimes skipped.
When she turned her sweet perfume had me licking my lips. Just as I suspected I smelled a hint of coconut. Her brown skin was flawless, looking as though she’d been laying on the beach all day giving her a nice toasted glow. I would have loved to devour her whole, but I didn’t know enough about her to be putting her pussy in my mouth. At least not tonight. If the pussy was hitting and I chose to spin the block I could most definitely see her sitting on my face. There weren’t too many that could say they had but I wanted to add her to that list – eventually.
“Hi,” her cheeks crimsoned.
Towering over her, my free hand went around the small of her back. Leaning down, her big hair tickled my face and it too smelled good. With my dick resting on her stomach, she gasped and tiny bumps appeared on her skin.
“You already spoke. This whole innocent shit is cute. It is – truly. But, tonight I don’t need innocent. I need a freak. I need a woman that’s gone put that pussy on me so good that my fucking eyes roll to the back of my head. I don’t need a girl next door that can’t handle a big dick. I need a bitch that’s gone do splits on this shit. So, is that you? Or do I need to go run down Coal to get me right?”
Her body shuddered underneath me and when she sucked in a wad of air and released it, I caught hints of the lemony drink she’d been consuming along with the mint she may have been chewing before she started drinking.
“Girl gooooo!”
Riker’s woman earned a smile from me. As much as I knew I could have any woman in this building, I wanted this one instead and she was doing me a favor by sending her girl clean out.
Fine shyt looked up at me with those big eyes. Even though she was sexy as fuck, I saw hints of sadness behind her round orbs. I should have left her pretty ass in the section because she looked like she wanted to cry at any moment, but my dick had already decided she was coming home with me.
When she nodded, I grabbed her hand and pulled her from the section.
“Deuce, make sure her friend gets home safely.”
Deuce nodded and gave a look of approval at my pleasure for the night. Usually, I would have taken one of Pleasure Pad’s finest home but tonight, I was indulging with one of its patrons. Once we were outside, the salty air of the busy night reminded us that we were surrounded by water.
Helping her pretty ass in my two seater Benz, I swaggered around to the driver’s side and pulled into traffic. I rarely drove this car so it still had the new car smell and with the way her eyes were lighting up, I could tell that she was pleased with my ride. Bypassing a host of hotels and the exit that led to downtown Ausnor where my condo was, I floored it to my pride and Joy. My beach mansion. I didn’t take women there too often, not wanting randoms to know where I laid my head, but something told me Fine shyt needed some cheering up. What better way to do that than to fuck her with the view of the gulf coast?
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