Chapter 3
Van
We unloaded all her boxes into her room, which weren’t many. I always thought girls had a lot of shit but not her. She didn’t seem to mind that fact either. Now the girls are in there organizing it with her. My cock is hard, and I need some relief, but they’re all busy right now. I should pull one of them out of there and make her suck me off, but that would be rude. And I’m not a rude person most of the time.
“You gonna sit there all day, or you gonna get somethin’ done?” Mask asks me as I lounge in the chair.
“I moved that girl”s shit. What else needs to be done today?”
“We have paperwork to get done,” he reminds me. I roll my eyes.
“Don’t we have people for that?” I tease.
“Yeah. You’re lookin’ at them. Come on,” he says before turning and walking toward the back tables, where I see a shit ton of papers spread out. At least he has them ready for us.
“What’s all this anyway?”
“Shit for the store and the club. The shop has a few things that need to be handled, too.”
“Who you have runnin’ the store?”
“Kirby is for now,” he tells me. I don’t like that motherfucker much. I don’t know why, either. I just don’t.
“What’s goin’ on with the strip club?”
“Renovations are done. We’re ready to open it up,” he reports.
“There done already? I thought it was gonna take at least another month,” I ask as we sit at the table. That’s when I saw her walk out of the back hallway. Chyanne. The girl who’s going to be living here. She’s nice to look at even pregnant. She isn’t far along, I wouldn’t think, but she does have a little belly. I think it’s cute on her.
“Stop eyein’ her like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re gonna fuck her next,” Mask says.
“I’m not fuckin’ the pregnant chick. What kind of man do you think I am?” I ask him.
“The kind who would fuck the pregnant chick.”
“I’m shocked.”
“No, you’re not. Don’t tell me the thought hasn’t crossed your mind,” he says.
“So what if it has? I’m curious what sex with a pregnant chick feels like.”
“She’s off limits, Van.”
“I know that. Doesn’t mean I can’t think about her when I’m jackin’ off.” He looks up at me now, and I nearly laugh at the look on his face.
“You’re a sick man,” he says as I laugh. That catches her attention. She turns to look over at us and I nod once at her. She smiles and goes back to what she was doing when I see her wipe her eyes. I don’t like seeing women cry. It makes me feel like I need to make it better, even if I can’t.
“Shit, she’s cryin’.”
“Don’t do it, Van.” Ignoring his words, I shove out of my chair and walk over, leaning against the wall next to her.
“Why the tears?”
“I’m just emotional right now.”
“He isn’t worth the tears, darlin’. No man is. Especially one who can hurt somethin’ as precious as you,” I tell her, bringing my hand up to wipe the tear falling down her cheek. The spark I feel when I touch her isn’t one I expected to feel. I jerk my hand away like I’ve been burned and narrow my eyes at her.
“I just … it’s hard.”
“I know it is. Leavin’ a bad situation always is, but you gotta think better of yourself. You gotta think about that baby inside of you. He doesn’t deserve that,” I tell her.
“He? I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet,” she tells me, a slight smile crossing her face. I reach out and rest my hand over her stomach as she watches me strangely.
“It’s a boy.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m good at this. I have sisters with kids. I guessed every single one of them right,” I explain. She laughs as I pull my hand away from her and cross my arms over my chest.
“You should laugh more, Chy. It’s beautiful.” Her smile fades as she stares up at me. That’s when I hear Mask calling me back over. I wink at her and turn, walking back over to the table and taking my seat.
“Feel better?” he asks.
“Fuck off. I’m bein’ nice,” I snap.
“Or you’re tryin’ to get some,” he adds.
“I ain’t tryin’ to get shit. I’m just bein’ nice to the girl.”
“Better be all that is.”
“Prez, come on. When have you known me to take on a pregnant chick? I don’t want kids any time soon.”
“Heard that. Let’s keep it that way,” he tells me.
We get to work signing papers and going over club business. I don’t know how long we sit and do this when the girls come filtering back out. Mask looks up when he sees his old lady, Kindra, come into the room.
“Stop eye fuckin’ her,” I tell him jokingly.
“She’s mine. I can do whatever I want to her,” he says.
“Why is it okay for you and not me?”
“She ain’t yours, that’s why.”
“I’m gonna get her to dance with me. Fuck that, I got a hundred that says I can make her laugh,” I taunt him. He shakes his head, damn near rolling his eyes as the girls stand around the bar and eat donuts.
“No, you can’t.”
“Watch me.” I shove out of the chair once more and walk over to the girls, smiling as I go. Then I grab a donut and look between them.
“I got twenty that says I can fit this on my cock.”
“What?” Nicole blanches as the others laugh except her. Chyanne didn’t laugh. Fuck.
“You heard me. Twenty dollars says I can fit this on my cock. It’s a dick donut,” I tell her.
“You’re on,” Nicole says as she grabs my jeans and jerks them down my legs. I’m not a shy man. I don’t mind a bunch of girls seeing my cock. When she has my boxers pulled off, my cock stands up. I can’t help it. There are so many hot-ass women standing right in front of me, and the fucker knows what he likes. I take the donut and shove my cock through the hole all the way to the base. Nicole laughs, and then the others join in. Chyanne is laughing so hard that she has tears in her eyes.
“You owe me,” I tell Nicole, pointing at her.
“You really did that!”
“A bet is a bet,” I tell her. “Now, who is eatin’ it off me?” I ask, looking between the girls. None of them stop laughing long enough to answer me before I pull it off and toss it to Chyanne. She catches it and laughs harder.
“Dick donut. That’s a good one,” she says before tossing the donut at her friend.
“I don’t want that,” Nicole shrieks, bursting into laughter. She tosses the donut back at me as I pull my jeans back up. I take it and walk over to Mask, offering it to him.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asks.
“Nothin’. It’s a perfectly good donut,” I reply, keeping a straight face. My life wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t fuck with Mask a little bit. He snatches it out of my hand and takes a bite as the girls howl with laughter. I drop into the chair and watch him as he chews with a smile on my face.
“Good, right?”
“Not bad,” he says with a mouthful. I smirk. I can’t help it. “What? What are you smilin’ about?”
“The fact that my cock was in that hole.”
“Whose hole?”
“The donuts,” I tell him. He stands up quickly and spits the donut all over the floor before gagging. The girls laugh harder when I hear one scream.
“I gotta pee!”
“You put your cock in the donut?” Mask growls this time. I shove out of my chair and raise my hands, trying to diffuse his anger.
“It was a joke.”
“You motherfucker!” He roars before coming at me. I’m ready for him when he slams into me and takes me to the floor. The girls are still laughing until Mask punches me. Then, all the laughter is gone.
“You’re a sick motherfucker,” he hisses at me.
“It’s a joke. Calm down,” I tell him.
“I just had your cock in my mouth!”
“Not exactly.”
“What the hell do you mean not exactly? Your cock was in it!” He roars as he hovers over me. I can’t stop the grin that crosses my face, and even as angry as he is right now, I know deep down he wants to laugh it off with me. But I don’t push my luck. Instead, I wait for him to climb off me when Kindra garbs his arm and tugs before I stand to my feet. I glance at the girls and wink, causing them to giggle a little more.
“This ain’t funny,” Mask warns me as he chugs his beer.
“Why you drinkin’ so fast?”
“I need your cock out of my mouth!” He yells, causing the girls to laugh harder. He cuts his eyes at them, but they don’t stop.
I see Chyanne crossing her legs, and I nearly spit my drink from my mouth. She’s laughing so hard.
“The baby kicked my bladder,” she says before heading straight to the bathroom, still laughing.
“You owe me a hundred,” I tell Mask, pointing at him.
“I don’t owe you shit. You put a fuckin’ cock donut in my mouth, you motherfucker,” he hisses at me. I can’t stop myself from laughing harder. I knew I’d get a laugh out of someone today.
I walk away from Mask and give him a minute to come to terms with my cock being near his mouth and lean against the wall near the bathroom. Chyanne walks out and is still giggling when she sees me.
“Are you always this funny?” she asks with that perfect smile still on her face.
“I try to be. I like it when pretty girls laugh,” I tell her. Her smile fades as she looks at anything but me. “I’m not tryin’ anything here, Chy. Just tellin’ you you’re beautiful.”
“That sounds a lot like trying something,” she says, her smile completely gone now.
“I don’t want kids. I wouldn’t get involved with someone who had kids,” I tell her truthfully. She nods her head before walking off and heading back to Nicole. I watch them talk for a second, and Nicole shrugs her shoulders before glancing over at me. I wink at her and go into the bathroom to handle my business.