Chapter 1 #3
“You are special and loved with or without the food, Mickey. I figured I had some free time and wanted to stop by real quick. Where is my Minnie?” I was already going to wash my hands so I could hold her as my eyes bounced around the room for her, landing on her asleep in her swing.
“Girl, finally sleep after fighting me all morning. She’s been up since two, wanting to kick it with her daddy.
BK got in late and I swear that girl popped up the second he walked in the house wanting to party.
” I fake pouted as I got closer, taking her in.
Minnie was the miniature version of Mickey through and through, but if you asked BK, she had his whole face.
That part always cracked me up, especially if you knew their history and how it was biologically impossible.
“Aw, look at my wittle baby. You better stop hating on my girl. She didn’t choose the daddy’s girl life, he chose her.
I’ll leave her be for now, but just know, next visit, sleep or not, I will be holding her.
I already feel like I’m missing too much time now that practice and stuff is taking over my life.
I haven’t even been able to see the kids at the center. ”
“Oh yeah, how’s that going? It’s also election year, right? How are you juggling that plus Q? I remember his season can be just as stressful.”
“Ugh, we’re fine, but Q has been busy. Practice is going well.
The first one is weeks away, and yes, between both time-consuming projects going on at once, I’m completely stressed out.
Q is currently out of town ,which gives me a slight break.
Oh god, that sounds terrible, but right now it’s my truth. ”
“Hey, it’s not terrible. The way I see it, just like new mothers, wives need solo time too to help keep them focused on being an individual.”
I looked at her now grabbing plates and silverware for us to use. I started unpacking the food from Redmond’s, even pulling out their famous lemonade.
“Meanwhile, when did my Mickey start to sound all wise and things?” She chuckled.
“Girl, don’t play me, but motherhood and preparation to become a wife has changed me. I’m fighting to maintain who I was and who I’m becoming. It’s a lot to find my healthy balance.” She released a snort as we both sat at the table so we could eat.
“That makes sense. Are you okay? Like, mentally.”
“Yes. Visits like this help a lot even though I know you really came to see Minnie. You bringing food and giving me a moment to eat and just be does a lot of good.” We got quiet for a bit while we ate.
I figured she was thinking about the many changes she was going through.
Just months ago she was a semi-single woman preparing to step into motherhood and now she was becoming someone’s wife.
“I can’t relate motherhood wise, but the wife part, I got down. I’m here if you ever want to talk about it, you know that right?” I reached for her hand, giving it a tight squeeze for reassurance.
“Yes I know that. Now, back to pageant season, I was thinking about something. You won’t let me come support with my big ass sign in the audience, but can I sponsor you? BK brought up the idea as a way to help grow Herbal Remedies.” I snorted, shaking my head.
“Now you know I’m not going to turn you down. Honestly, I was going to ask you about shouting you out as a sponsor but wanted to make sure you were ready for what comes with it. Orders will be flooding in and I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
“Girl, shout, yell, kick, and scream. I’m ready. I’ve been doubling my batches since he brought it up. I wanted to be ready too.” She shared a laugh.
“I’ll start posting on my socials now! Did you make your business page yet?”
“Oh snap, yes, I knew I forgot to do something. This mommy brain is taking over. I need to follow you, Hollis, and Amber.”
“Girl, that’s just busy girl brain. Mama Steph is going to appreciate the donorship to add to the mountain we have already.
” I playfully rolled my eyes thinking about the stack of sponsors and donors I had collected not only this pageant season, but over the years.
Being married to Quincey Wilson made it easy sometimes for me to secure them.
Many of the sponsors saw me wearing or promoting their products or companies as a major win since it would be attached to my husband’s name.
Yes, we had money and could afford the upfront costs of entry fees and all my clothes, my makeup artist that comes with me, and travel expenses, but to the judges, sponsors and donors told them you had community support.
You were likable and marketable. And for even the wealthiest contestants, those were the key points to scoring high.
The tradeoff for obtaining sponsorship through boutiques and stores was usually becoming a walking billboard for them and blasting them every chance you could during the pageant and preseason.
Which wasn’t the worst thing. I didn’t mind, especially since I loved my sponsors.
Among my list, I always had my make-up artist Billie and my hairstylist, who happened to be Hollis’s sister, Callie.
The ones I typically gained each season were boutiques who handled either one piece or all.
This year, though, I was hoping to pull a big name and custom pieces from O’ni for at least regional and of course nationals if I placed.
I just had to type the letter, and with it being so late in the season, I wasn’t hopeful. Securing top dollar names meant you had to be out early scouting, like at least six months in advance, not weeks like me.
“Ay, moans and groans, this isn’t like you. What’s going on?”
“Girl, the stress is real. There’s one sponsor I haven’t obtained yet.
Mama Steph has been low-key nagging about it.
But my focus has been on my talent portion.
I added this new element to my talent and it’s taking a lot of my time, but it did get me a sponsor through the trainer.
” I chuckled at that thought. Kimmie wanted to branch out and start offering pole dancing classes and convinced me that being a sponsor would help her idea come to life.
I was all for it since the proof of her being good was in me killing it on the pole.
“Ooh what’s the element? That goofy looking smile tells me it’s something good as hell.” I laughed before I answered.
“Oh yeah, I added a pole to the silks.”
She gasped as a full blown smile spread and her eyes grew wide.
“Johnni Lourdè, I know you fucking lying! And Q is okay with that?”
I groaned, “Girl, yes and no. Yes, because it’s worse than it sounds, and no, because of my practice location. But he’ll be fine.”
“Okay, just be careful.”
“I will.”
My phone vibrating had me happy for the needed distraction to end this conversation.
“Oh, well duty calls. I love you. I promise the next time I stop by I’ll stay longer and even bring you another surprise.” I grabbed my purse right before I walked over to Mickey, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“I love you more. Thank you for coming to see me today.” I smiled as I headed out the door, going for my phone, seeing a text from Quincey.
Q: The car will be there shortly. Have fun and be safe. Love you Josie.
I shrieked as I got in my car, so I could speed home. It was time to relax.
Slap!
“They can’t hear you.” I looked down at the stage to see a female Dom, commanding all eyes on her as she sent the whip across her sub's ass. Even in the dim club lighting, I could see the spot was red and welting up fast. I crossed my legs tightly for dear life, doing my best to not cum from just being a fly on the wall. The Dom was only supposed to be teaching us the proper way to do a double knot around the balls but somehow ended up having to punish her sub who’d gotten mouthy.
I was turned the fuck on. I was at Seventh Heaven on the island, a popular sex club that was the greatest escape from reality for a freak like me.
It had seven floors of fun. The first was just the lobby, but trust. Even if the people couldn’t play, it didn’t stop them from still putting on a show.
The second was for playmates who loved to either put on a full movie or for those who loved to watch.
The third was Toy Story, the store full of treats, tricks, and all the things needed to ensure you’d have a weekend worth remembering.
Now, from four on up was where the fun truly began. Four was for the couples who loved sharing and swingers. Five was the floor all about BDSM and bondage and the winner for my night. Six was for the poly crew; singles joining couples, singles enjoying other single parties.
This was Quincey’s best idea yet when it came to relieving my stress. I had to admit I had the best husband. And I knew how this looked. What was a married woman doing in a sex club without her husband? Quincey and I had a semi open relationship.
On weekends we got to come play on the island.
Most of the time we came together, but on occasions like this, I came by myself.
With the club requiring everything we both needed, like discretion and updated, regular testing, this was the best place for us to explore our personal kinks and desires without worry.
It had been a couple weeks since I had been able to make my way down and he must’ve known.
Of course he knew, Johnni, your husband knows your every move.
Which was true. Another wonderful detail about my marriage. The sub’s deep voice brought me back to my current situation as I put my gaze back on them.
“I’m my mistress’s bitch and I live to serve her!”
Crack!
Another slap had me jumping as if I could feel the impact that had the sub’s dick leaking cum.
The whole scene was hot as fuck and had me bothered to the tenth degree. This was the only place I could demonstrate my own need to take control over my sexual desires. So one of my kinks was to see bad ass women doing the same.
“Ooh shit, I swear I love the fuck out of a woman who can train these niggas up. Yes, queen, tame his fucking ass just like that,” I said more to myself but of course I caught the attention of a bystander who had on only a pair of black pants and shoes, his ripped chest covered in tattoos on display.
I scanned him, taking him in as I slowly brought my eyes back up to his hickory-colored skin.
Once I finally made it up to his eyes, his panty-wetting smile greeted me before he spoke.
Gotdamn, this man is fine as hell, Johnni.
And he was. I had seen quite a few possible playthings for my weekend, but once I caught Mr. Big and Tall’s gaze, I knew I had to have only him. Then he opened his mouth and his deep husky tone flowed out, sending a tickle to my clit, further reading as proof that I wanted him in the worst way.
“You said that like you’re not a submissive princess.” I scoffed as I rolled my neck, preparing to say something slick. By the time I went to speak, Mr. Big and Tall was moving on just as fast before I could get my words out.
My eyes followed the unknown fine ass stranger until he was out of my view, with my mouth finally getting the words out.
“I’m not. But, shit, if you want to try to tame me, I’m up for the challenge to become whatever you want me to be.” This time my words went unheard by the people around me.
I tried to put my attention back on the stage, but my mind was officially gone off that man who’d just walked away. I was up with my feet planted on the ground now, going on a search.
I knew who I wanted this weekend and I didn’t even know his name.
My head bobbed around as I did my best to see if I could see him. Once I put my eyes near the elevator and caught his sly smirk, he stood there waiting as if he knew I’d come looking for him.
I switched my hips over to him.
He chuckled as his perfect white teeth began to show.
God, down to the smile.
“Only come this way if you’re ready for me to take control and show you how to be a good girl.”
I smirked as I placed my hand on my hip, tossing it out.
“Nope, but I would love for you to try to. Trust me, this mouth does more than talk shit, Mr. Big and Tall.”
He chuckled as he lustfully eyed me up and down, stroking his beard.
“The name is Courtland, baby girl.”
“Lourdè.” I hardly ever gave my first name while at the club, opting to use my middle as my alias.
After our introduction, Courtland held out his hand, leading me onto the elevator that had just opened right on cue. I was ready to play and prayed like hell Courtland could back up his claim to make me his good girl because right now all I wanted to do was be bad for him.
“Tell me, baby girl, what’s your fantasy?” Courtland asked as his hand lingered, hitting a button before selecting floor two.
“I want you to mark this pussy up as yours,” I said with a sly smirk as I took his hand, letting his fingers dance down my body, placing it on my bare kitty.
Courtland chuckled. “Oh trust me. Once I get in it, it’s gon’ be mine.
” The elevator dinged before the doors opened, but that didn’t stop him from sliding two thick digits inside me.
The doors shut just as my moan left my lips.
His mouth overtook mine, stealing my breath as if it belonged to him now too.
Courtland’s free hand gripped my neck, just as the first one was setting to explode through my core.
The elevator doors came open again. This time with a group of people getting on in the process, pushing us to the back.
I closed my eyes just as I peaked, not caring if the people were watching us.
“Ooh, yes, just like that, Lourdè. Cum for me while these people watch us,” he commanded roughly while his hands remained inside me, stroking me gently while we rode the elevator up.
This time, when we came to a stop, I blushed as we made our way off, avoiding eyes from the audience and the round of applause from them.
“Gotdamn, and that was only an appetizer. I’ma have fun with your fine ass, Lourdè.” And I believed his words to be true as he led me to a private room for us to play.