Chapter Nine #2
I saw our waiter with our entrees, so I sat my wine glass to the side and made room for our plates. Everything looked and smelled so good. The steak that Dose ordered was still sizzling on his plate and steam was rising from my lobster tail.
"Does everything look okay?" The waiter asked.
"Yeah," Dose responded. "Bring out a whole bottle of wine."
I bit into my food before continuing our conversation.
"Because I was harassed for weeks. I wasn't getting booked for gigs, unless my family asked me to cook for the holidays.
My father scolded me for the longest time for it.
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what I did wrong.
I thought about pursuing other things, but cooking is my baby, so anything I did would feel forced. "
"So where did porn come from?"
I took a deep breath as I traveled down a time machine. "I saw this girl talking about how men pay for feet-pics online, so I looked into it. I made my first $5,000. At the time I was young and still staying with my parents, and I was ready for my own car and my own place."
"I feel you on that."
Our waiter appeared with our wine as I spoke.
"I did that for a while, then I was on social media and I saw a girl talking about how much money she makes on After Dark and I looked into it.
Here I am, years later making millions. For a long time, I didn't tell anyone in my family.
Luckily, I didn't do any promoting so I didn't have to rat myself out, but one of my father's golfing buddies ratted me out. "
"Damn that's fucked up."
"I know," I muttered.
"Have you thought about pursuing catering again? I seen your cooking videos and other people love them. You got a cute lil' aesthetic goin' on. I think you'll do great."
"Nah. I don't think so. I'm too afraid to fail again and I'm sure my name is a hot commodity now and I don't think people want my pussy and booty fingers making their food," I joked, getting a heavy laugh out of him.
"I don't think people will be thinking about that shit. I don't see them mention it in your comments," he mentioned, while taking a bite out of his steak and cutting another piece.
"Maybe I'm afraid to fail I guess," I spoke with honesty as my eyes gazed into the distance.
"You're human, but how do you expect other people to believe in you, Sia, if you don't?"
My shoulders jumped. "I'm scared. I guess that's what it is."
His eyes grew wide. "You? Scared? That don't even sound right in the same sentence, love."
"I've grown comfortable with making porn the end-all be-all."
"But Sia it don't have to be. You know I have a successful landscape business. If my dick didn't get hard no more, I have something on the backend that brings in more than enough that I won't miss the shit I'm doing now from porn."
"Now it's your turn," I stabbed my fork in the air, pointing at him. "I want to know about you and Doc. How the fuck did that happen? Father and son, fucking the same girls. Y'all used to have After Dark in an uproar," I shrieked.
He shook his head while releasing a laugh and swiping his hands over his face.
"That shit wasn't planned at all."
"It's very interesting though."
"Girls he and I used to date mentioned the idea.
This one bitch he used to fuck with, was cooking butt-ass naked for him in the kitchen.
He was making a video. That shit was normal to me, but I wanted a bottle of water, so I walked downstairs.
She saw me and motioned for me to come and join them.
He wasn't against it, and that was the rest of it. "
"For a while people called it incest." I couldn't tame the grimace look forming on my face but it was natural because of the topic.
"And that's where a level of education seems to be poor for people who think like that. Incest is when family members are engaging with each other. Surprisingly, I don't even know what that nigga's dick look like and we done tossed so many bitches together."
"Oh I've seen the videos," I giggled. "Is his marriage the reason he stepped back?"
"Yeah, Myla wouldn't have entertained him if he was still doing it, but he quit way before they even met. When he became a banker, he wanted to do that full time. He still owns his shares in the club."
Taking a sip of wine, I let the bitter taste kiss my throat. "And you? What's your story, playboy? Why aren't you married? Who hurt you?"
"Nobody hurt me. I just ain't been the type to put my eggs all in one basket. I can't be tamed."
"Then that makes two of us." I eyed him and sipped more wine.
"I never believed in the idea of love. I used to think that women were only built to be nutted on. I never took bitches I fucked seriously. I never even took it far enough to ask them for their name."
"So why are you wasting my time then?" I asked out of deep curiosity.
"'Cuz you're different."
"That's not a good answer."
"It's a great answer, it just ain't the one you lookin' for."
"It's a bullshit answer," I retorted back.
"It's one I'm giving you." Dose cut into another bite of steak and bit it off the fork while eyeing me. An intense gaze lingered between us both.
"You have a way of showing your horns, Dose."
"Oh forreal," his brow raised. "You ain't supposed to be afraid of the Devil, love."
"I'm not afraid. I have horns too, love." I uttered mockingly.
"Then we're one in the same and that makes two of us."
"Your father didn't teach you to be careful what you ask for."
"He did. As a matter of fact," he cut the beginning of his sentence to wipe his mouth with a napkin. "He also taught me to know how to handle whatever I asked for."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, love. Sia, I manifested you, baby. It ain't no escaping from me."
"You think that's all it takes, nigga?"
"Once you get a dose of me, that's all you'll need."
"I see right through you, Dose. You can't bullshit a bullshitter."
He chuckled. "Who said anything about me bullshitting you? I wouldn't take it this far to do that. I done spent bread just to be next to you and I ain't even sniff the pussy yet."
"Hmph. You got to pay to play. Did your dad leave that part out?"
His tawny-colored eyes continued to give me an intense stare that I couldn't handle.
Everything about this ain't-shit-ass nigga was screaming run, but I'll be damned if I did and I'd slip and fall on purpose.
I'm certain that if I swiped my hands over my pussy then my fingers would be coated in sap.
He was having an effect on me, that I was trying to tug away from.
If he called it The Dose Effect, then I was already hypnotized because it was looming over me.
He was sexy as hell from head to toe, fine enough to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me and I wouldn't complain.
For a while, I fought this feeling, because of the turnout.
When he ate his jaw flexed. When he swallowed, his Adam's apple jumped.
When he smiled, the dimple in his left cheek peeped through his thick beard.
Dose was all-bad news and I noticed every bit of it.
"Let me taste it," he commanded, the same as he did the first time we met in person, at KC's album release.
"Dose," I sighed as I clenched my thighs tight as if that would stop my sap from running down my legs like water. "Stop that," I muttered with a shaky voice.
His eyes held heavy desperation as he bit down on his bottom lip, eye-fucking me. Then he stood up, making me gape my mouth open in shock, unable to talk. Though the wine had quenched my thirst, suddenly my tongue went dry and my mind went blank, unable to form words.
Dose unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt and got down on his knees. His neck craned before meeting my bald pussy face to face.
"I need to hear you say yes, Sia."
Still unable to talk, I nodded my head.
"I need to hear you, love," he muttered, with his hands on the hem of my dress, raising it up.
"Um," I cleared my throat. "Yes. Yes," I repeated for good measure.
He gave me a slight grin before licking his lips. "Good girl."
Then he commanded, "Lay back for me."
Complying, my back touched the cold chair.
The coolness made me hiss just a tad. Slowly, I spread my thighs wide, giving him a visual of what he was begging for.
I don't know why my heart was beating so fast. Clearly this wasn't my first time getting my pussy ate.
Nya used to say, whenever you're nervous during sex, that means you know you're about to get the business.
I knew what Dose was capable of and maybe that's the reason.
I knew the heights he'd take with women and he was a pleasure. With just one long lick, women would tremble their legs, close their eyes and curl their toes from his master skills at tongue-fucking.
He didn't eat pussy like a rookie. He ate pussy like a man—like he knew what he was doing with it. He'd put his nose in and rub it against the vulva, then he'd spit on it. I wasn't new to his content and some of it, I enjoyed long enough to watch more than once or save the tab.