29. Mattea
Chapter Twenty-Nine
MATTEA
I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror for the hundredth time.
I felt really sexy and even dainty mixed with a little sophistication.
I rocked a tight Fendi bondage dress that stopped mid-thigh.
The dress made my ass look more defined than ever.
The back of the dress exposed my whole back, stopping right above my ass crack which I felt was too much of a tease.
I decided at the nail shop to get my nails an inch longer than the regular short stubbies that I was comfortable with.
The nail tech was comfortable with me taking my gun out and holding it for a couple of seconds.
I had to make sure my trigger finger was still fast enough to aim and squeeze.
Instead of wearing diamond stud earrings, I replaced them with big gold hoops.
In the middle of the day, I got my makeup done and went with the smokey gray eye effect to give me a more alluring look.
I could dress feminine; it just wasn’t my everyday thing.
Seeing Ream, long stroke that pretty freckle face girl did something to me.
I wanted parts of that, it felt like I was watching porn live and struggled with not running off back to the bathroom to play with myself.
Ream’s dick was big and thick, he had the nerve to have a curve like a banana and a birthmark on the shaft.
I should’ve been scared of what he was working with but seeing the chick’s face and how much pleasure she was receiving from every stroke he delivered had me wanting to try it for myself.
I thought about the scene all day, feeling a mix of different feelings about it.
I was a little jealous, but I would never reveal that to him.
I wanted to lose my virginity to Ream, it was random and out of the blue.
I felt that he would make my first time the best ever and I might as well get it over with then to wait on nothing in particular.
I had already made up my mind when it came to the whole being in love and relationship thing.
It wasn’t for me, I considered myself a special case.
I needed to think of a plan, to get Ream to cough up some dick to see for myself what it was really like.
All I needed was one good try at it and then I would go back to what I was used of getting.
I will admit, no man had ever moved me in such a way as him.
He invaded my thoughts even when I didn’t want him to.
This was all a very bad idea, but after accepting the offer to get paid for a million dollars, which would add good to my already stacked savings, I figured a little fun wouldn’t hurt.
Sliding my feet inside my stilettos, I winked at myself in my floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Growing up, I loved looking at myself so much that for my sixteenth birthday my dad had a mirror made especially for me.
The trimmings were made of real twenty-four-carat gold, with my name in cursive at the top.
Satisfied with my look, I went to my dresser to pick up the matte black lipstick I had bought from Ulta Beauty earlier and applied it to my lips.
Running my hands over my thick thighs, I sighed, and pep talked myself.
Tonight, I was going to let loose and really enjoy myself.
My triplet siblings had finally turned twenty and today was a celebration.
My brothers had already planned a big birthday bash with their school teammates and were flying out in the morning, so I felt happy that I could at least celebrate with my sister Kachella.
I never told her that I was coming, she probably thought I was holding a grudge since she called herself mad at me.
I reminded myself to let her and Hakeem know that I didn’t give a damn what they did, I just didn’t want to be in the middle of shit when things went bad.
I missed my friendship with Hakeem, and we also needed to come together to find my sister ex nigga Tre.
I caught an Uber to the club and already, I started to feel uncomfortable with what I had on.
I was used to keeping my strap glued on me, now I had the shit inside of a clutch Fendi bag.
If some shit went down, I had to take a couple of extra seconds to reach inside and take it out.
I only had a handgun along with my ID and credit card inside along with a roll of hundreds.
I wasn’t going inside of any club naked without my piece.
To be able to do such things you had to tip the person at the door generously.
Pulling up to the club, I admired how nice it looked on the outside.
The building was two-story surrounded by bright lights.
I walked right up to a tall light skin bouncer; he was buff and broad in the shoulders.
I smiled up at him innocently as the people that waited to get in frowned and mumbled shit under their breaths.
Before speaking, I opened my clutch purse showing my gun a little and pulled out my money.
I put a couple in the palm of his big hand and patted him on the shoulder, making my way past him.
I didn’t need to speak to tell him what I just gave him three hundred dollars for.
I also didn’t need to be on the outside of the club waiting to get in with the common folk.
Upon entering, I took in the club’s floor plan.
It was spacious and high scale. The music was blasting, and everybody stood around dancing.
They had a couple of VIP sections on the first floor, but it mainly served as a dance floor.
They had high poles in the middle of the floor with strippers circling around with ease.
I scanned the first floor for a bar and came up empty-handed.
I guess the second floor had everything I needed and more, so I found the winding staircase and made my way up.
I wanted to have a couple of shots and then find my sister and wish her a happy birthday.
The second floor looked better, it had closed-off booths with men and women that looked rich as hell. I spotted the bar right in the middle and looked nowhere else as I made my way right there and got right on a bar stool and sat. A nice-looking bartender guy walked up to me to take my order.
“I would like six shots of Henny straight with a cup of apple juice on the side.” I smiled peeling off two-hundred-dollar bills and sitting it on the marble top.
He smiled and got right to it, I turned in my seat and looked around, I knew my sister had to be on this floor.
I found a section in the far-right corner that had two big guards standing on the outside with guns visible.
The birthday balloons are what pulled me to that section.
Squinting my eyes, I saw Kachella standing in the middle of the section dancing as her best friend hyped her up.
I noticed Hakeem sitting baby-sitting a glass of liquor.
He always acted like he was drinking when we went out, but the nigga kept the same cup he started with at any function.
His thing was weed, Hakeem couldn’t really hang with the big dogs when it came to liquor.
He looked at Kachella with adoration, the rest of the section was dimly lit so I couldn’t see much.
Turning back around to face the bar, my six-shot glasses sat in front of me with apple juice.
I took down four and took a small sip of juice, I wish I had a cigarette to top it off.
Instead, I pulled out my vape pen and hit that like it had the same amount of nicotine inside of it.
“Can I hit that with you?” I looked up and saw a fine-ass man with thick lips and shoulder-length dreads, that were pulled back in a nice style.
His smooth brown skin was flawless, and he was dressed real fly.
When he smiled, I noticed a diamond grill in his mouth.
He had the nerve to have a gap between his top teeth and to me it made him look really fucking handsome.
His nose had faint dark-brown freckles. I smiled at him and shook my head no and decided to speak to him.
I usually didn’t talk much in the club because I didn’t like having to raise my voice over the music.
“Covid, still floating around.” I teased and gave him my attention.
“I can dig it, what’s your name?”
The whole time he talked his diamond grill and thick-ass lips held my attention. I closed my eyes slowly and willed myself to stop sexualizing him. He could be a new head candidate; I would love to see how his thick lips felt wrapped around my clit.
“Reaper.” I threw back another shot, disappointed that I felt nothing yet. I was down to my last shot and ready for more.
“Joshua is my name; everybody calls me Josh though.” He held his hand out and I took it and gave it a light squeeze. I leaned close to him and spoke directly into his ear. I never was the type to beat around the bush.
“So, Josh, tell me… do you have a woman at home? Doesn’t really matter to me, I just would hate to kill her for trying me.
” I smiled, loving the smell of his skin.
My lips hovered right above his earlobe.
The inside of his ear canal was clean, and I liked that shit.
I loved a clean man that took the time to make sure he kept himself looking good and smelling good.
“I don’t have a woman; my career choice takes a lot of my time. I’m a high-paid lawyer, in high demand for my clients,” he boasted.
“I’m a very dangerous woman Joshua, I might need you one day, hopefully not.
Back to the subject, since you don’t have a woman.
” I caressed his shoulder, and I liked the fact that he didn’t seem phased by my advances.
It was also good that he had a busy life, meaning he didn’t have any attachment issues.