6. Hakeem
Chapter Six
HAKEEM
Three days later….
“Get ya hunnids out! Fuck those dollar bills! Show some love to the sexiest bitch known to mankind Ms. Seductive!!!!”
The DJ yelled loud over the mic as the club lights dimmed.
The stage lit up as I watched the stage with my gun sitting in my lap.
Anger rose in my chest, and I still managed to control myself.
It took everything in me to not run up on the fucking stage and snatch her pretty ass off that pole.
I tried to be here any night I knew she would be here working.
Even if it conflicted with my work schedule.
I wanted to protect her from all these hound ass thirsty niggas that lusted hard over her.
Seductive hadn’t been on the stage for more than five minutes, yet the whole stage was covered with money.
She had these niggas hypnotized in the worse way including myself and I hated it.
I didn’t know why I felt so drawn to her young ass or why I even started fucking with her to begin with.
She had the gift of gab and could make any nigga bow down and give her whatever it was her pretty ass desired.
She got on all fours and crawled to the end of the stage and got in some strange nigga’s face.
He had a big ass stack in his hands as he urged her to work hard for every single dollar he had to offer and that she succeeded at.
She did the splits with her back turned to his face and made each cheek jump to the beat of the loud music.
I could tell she was in a zone and got high off the crowd pumping her up.
Standing to her feet, she turned to face him and winded all the way down until she was in a squatting position, pussy popping in that nigga’s face.
When his stack of money was gone, she seductively walked away back to the center of the stage and removed her bra, allowing her perky C-cup breasts to sit up at attention.
She climbed all the way up the pole until she was touching the club ceiling.
Everyone kept their eyes glued to her as she spun around and twerked and made love to the pole.
When she got halfway down the pole, she slid down fast and landed on the stage with her legs split open, ass shaking.
It caused all these grown men to throw all their cash and her to smile wide.
When the set was over, she slowly switched her hips off the stage as the club workers scrambled to the stage with trash bags picking up all the money, she made in less than fifteen minutes. I stood up, tucked my gun, and made my way to the back of the club.
“Hey Keem, when you gon’ let me take care of yo’ sexy ass?
” A beautiful chocolate stripper asked as she slid her G-string over her apple bottom.
I smiled and winked my eyes and made my way all the way to the back of the locker room.
Seductive had her own dressing room since she was the highest-paid stripper.
Instead of knocking, I opened the door and frowned when I saw her sniffing a line of powder. Stomping her way, I knocked the rolled-up one-dollar bill out of her hand and blew all the cocaine off her weed tray.
“The fuck you on man.” I pulled my pants up, I could feel my jaw clench tight as I stared into her pretty brown eyes. As bad as I wanted her, I knew I couldn’t have her in this kind of way. Her sexy slim body was glistening, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her naked body.
“Why don’t you stop playing the overprotective fake big brother role and get you some of this good ass pussy Keem.” She purred, I ran my hands through my wild curly hair and just looked at her with nothing to say.
“Kachella, you really tripping man. If ya sister, nah fuck that. If your dad knew what the fuck you were up to, he would shoot this whole fuckin’ place up and bury you himself.
” I sighed and leaned against her vanity.
I could smell her sweet scent, as she stood to her feet and went to open her duffle bag.
“But he’s not going to find out, so what the fuck does it matter?
I’m so sick of everybody trying to micro-manage my life!
I’m trying to stack up and get my own place.
I want to be like Mattea. Private, with my own place to call my own shots!
I’m grown!” The tears started flowing down her pretty brown cheeks and I felt bad for coming down too hard on her.
My feelings for Kachella had started a little over a year ago.
She was beautiful and feisty, her outspoken demeanor had me crushing on her tough.
Kachella had that golden brown hair that shined bright in the sun, with pretty ass dimples that sunk deep into her cheeks when she smiled.
Her facial features were angelic, and she made you just want to spoil her.
Pulling her close, I embraced her tight and buried my nose in her mass of curls enjoying the smell.
I was 6 feet tall, and Kachella was about 5’8.
With the sexy stilettos she had on her pretty feet she stood the same height as me.
Finally hugging me back, I didn’t think twice by lifting her up as she instantly wrapped her pretty, long legs around my waist. We shared a rough and needy kiss and right now she had me ready to long stroke her to sleep.
Her bare pussy was right on me hot and ready.
I could feel the heat radiating through my shirt.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
I slowly put her down and took a step back from her.
“Don’t do this shit to me again Hakeem. You know you want me. I want you too baby. Let’s just do it already.” She grabbed at my dick through my pants, and I moved her hands.
“When you done fucking with that lame ass nigga come holler at me.”
“If I was to stop messing with Tre, would you tell my sister about us?” she smiled, she knew exactly what she was trying to do.
“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t even know why I’m so drawn to your ass.
I know it’s beyond your looks. You got to mature more before I even think about laying the pipe to you.
Why would I risk my friendship with your sister when me and you probably won’t even work?
I fuck just as much as that fake pimp nigga you call your boyfriend ma. ”
That was the cold reality of our situation.
I couldn’t figure out why I was so on Kachella so hard.
When I was fucking other females, I thought about her.
She constantly entered my mind and I wished she didn’t.
I cared about her well-being and how she was doing when she wasn’t around me.
I knew I had no business checking for her, but it didn’t make the shit any better when she was out here stripping without her family even knowing.
I ran into Kachella a year ago at the club with her friends.
She was pissy drunk and out of her mind, dancing on niggas and turning up.
That night she tried to leave with a strange nigga, and I had stopped the shit from going down.
I drove her to Mattea’s house but before she got out the car she kissed me, I kissed her ass back without thinking twice.
I remembered who she was and stopped and told her to never try that shit again.
Months later after that, I found her ass at this strip club dancing for dollars.
She was definitely a wild card, but I still saw some of the innocence left in her.
She came from being spoiled and controlled by her father.
Usually when parents sheltered their kids, keeping them locked away from the world when they got the first opportunity for freedom they went wild.
Which explained Kachella and the type of nigga she had chosen to date.
He was a fake pimp, with a couple of hoes working the track for him.
Kachella swore up and down that it was her idea to save money and make some bread for herself, but I knew it was him.
I tried months ago to convince her to leave.
She always offered her body to me when I saw something so much more in her.
I wanted her to find her strength and stop acting like a weak bitch.
I couldn’t tell her, her worth. She needed to find that shit and embrace it.
Soon, I was gone run into that nigga Tre, and when I did, I was gone have a real nigga conversation with him. If I wanted Kachella, I could have had her. As bad as I wanted to try the pussy, I wouldn’t. I had plenty of women to fulfill my needs as a man.
“Tre makes money off them hoes, and he fucks me and treats me like the queen bitch I am. Get it right before you try to come for me Keem. It’s starting to give jealousy.” She folded her arms over her perky breasts, and I laughed at her little ghetto ass.
“Queen bitch Chella huh? You think you his queen? Why the fuck he got his queen stripping, showing that sexy body off to strange ass niggas that will try to stalk yo’ dumb ass when you leave the club to rape you?
Is he here now making sure you make it to your car safe?
Do he follow you home like me to make sure you’re safe?
” I shook my head and looked at her with disgust for the first time.
Every word I spoke made me realize, I should’ve never even taken it this far with her.
She was young and dumb as fuck right now.