Chapter 25
Cash, Confidence, she was for sure moving like she didn't belong in amateur night.
She got up, cradled him, and started rocking back and forth like she was doing the rocking boat. He smacked her on the ass.
"Y'all couldn't go to another section or some? No offense, cuz, but your woman is a lot of woman, and I'm trying to respect y'all."
"Let me find out you want to fuck my Golden," Clo said while he and Donny laughed hard.
"Nah, fr, Tammy will make a nigga want to switch teams," Trent said.
I saw Clo's face—he didn't like that. So I started talking.
"Golden, our stage name is Number Ten, 'cause you're fat and I'm thin!"
Everyone in the section burst out laughing.
"Girl, you forgot to call me 'fat fine and you thin win baby,'" Golden said, boosting our confidence up.
Dream appeared out of nowhere. "Trent, you got some of that girl on you?" she asked.
"Yeah, baby, it must be one of those nights for you," she said, sitting on his lap while he rubbed her back.
"You smell so good," he said, kissing her shoulders.
"That's cute, sister. So what are y'all?" I asked Trent and Dream about their messy situation.
"This my little 'yeah.' What the fuck you and Donny got going on?" Trent said.
"We married, fuck nigga. Don't question my wife," Donny said.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.
"We at work, and you over here kissing your trick," Golden said while pinching my booty.
"Girl, stop playing. Your trick just ain't special because he gave you $1,000," I said, eyeing her.
"I heard it ain't tricking if you got it, June. I got it, and I'll still spend it all on her," Clo said, talking out of his head like some drunk uncle.
Golden
Amateur night was amazing; we were all really in the section chilling, and our men still paid for our time. We were behind the stage when the DJ yelled, "Let's give it up for the ladies—one fat and one thin, but together we call them Number Ten!"
When me and Junie walked out, they were playing "Nasty Dancer" by Kilo Ali.
I bent over, shaking my ass with my hands on my knees.
Junie got under me, twerking. I flipped backwards and hit a split, and the club started making it rain.
Junie got on the pole and started spinning with her legs in the air, and they started making it rain some more.
I dropped low, my ass moving like waves, while Junie started shaking her ass on mine, making a money storm.
I started rolling my body in and dropped it low again.
Junie put one of her legs in the air and did the turntable.
Donny threw all his money on the stage. I walked near Clo and clapped my ass in his face; he threw about $700 on the stage. I shook my titties and blew him a kiss.
When we finished, the whole stage was covered with money. We walked out with enough cash to fill two trash bags.
"Bitch, I'm motherfucking tired," Junie pouted.
"Me too, bitch, but we put on a good-ass show," I said.
"You flipped into a split! You're putting on for the big girls. That was some Mercedes-type shit, she would have been proud."
"Nah, her ass would have come out of retirement. She can out-do the doer," I laughed.
"I'm not counting these ones, there's too many," Junie said.
"Me neither, we about to put these men to work. Let's have a sleepover at Clo's house," I said.
"I guess I'll spend the night with my man," Junie said.
We walked back into the guys' section.
"Junie, why they come out the house with no shirts on? I guess they thought they were the strippers," I joked.
"Right, with the matching velour shorts," Junie said.
"Look, y'all can't fuck with me on the pole, and I'll make Donny shake them titties—we would have fucked y'all up," Clo said, slapping hands with Donny.
"For real, though, we're going to y'all's house tonight so y'all can count this money for us," I said.
"When y'all going to be ready? We been here all night," Clo said.
We pulled up to the lake house—it was me, Junie, the guys, and Dream. Clo and Donny counted our money; we had made $6,000 together and split it down the middle.
"Damn, Dream, why the fuck you didn't tell me shaking my ass would make money like this?" Junie said while shaking her little ass.
"Laugh my ass off, June, it has its good and bad times," Dream said, grinning.
"Don't convince my girl, tell her 'bout the bad times! Tell her how hoes start sinking and have to stick sponges in their pussies!"
Everyone burst out laughing. Dream shook her head and asked him, "Nigga, how the fuck you know about stuffing?"
Clo grabbed my hand and we went upstairs to his room.
He had candles lit all over the room, and out on the balcony, the jacuzzi was heated.
I took off my tracksuit and got in the jacuzzi; he took off his clothes and got in with me.
Clo was staring at me like I was his favorite candy.
He licked his lips, pulled me on top of him, and started kissing my neck.
He whispered in my ear, "You know you been a bad girl right?"
I smiled at him and shook my head yes. He kissed me, fed me grapes, and washed my whole body. I really loved this man and how gentle he was with me. He smiled at me and asked, "Are you ready for your punishment?"
He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the jacuzzi, then bent me over the bed. He walked over with a belt and some handcuffs. He cuffed my hands, then smiled at me.
While looking me dead in the eyes, he told me, "I want to feel how sorry you are."
His face was full of lust, and my pussy was leaking. His voice was deep, but his words were soft. He smacked my ass with the belt. I hollered, and then he rubbed my pussy gently. He slapped my ass again.
"Fuck," I yelled.
"I'm a bitch-ass nigga, right?" he said, standing right in front of me.
"No, daddy, I was just irritated and horny," I said.
"Why you didn't tell me to come fuck you? My spot is hot, we got shot at—I know you ain't slow," he said, putting the belt down and looking deep into my eyes.
"Don't stop, I'm willing to pay for my actions," I said in a seductive tone.
He turned me over and started slurping my pussy, rubbing it aggressively. It felt amazing. I was right on the edge of cumming, but holding back.
Clo stopped, bent me over, and smacked my ass with the belt hard. My skin stung, but my pussy was dripping from the sheer sensation.
"Whose pussy is this?" Clo asked.
I looked in the mirror ahead of me; he had a crazy grin on his face. Smack, smack—he hit me with the belt twice.
"I asked you, 'Whose pussy is it?'" he said.
"Yours, daddy. This is Clover's pussy," I said.
My pussy was leaking and throbbing; I damn near wanted to beg for the dick.
"I'm trying to see: should I fuck you, or do you want Justin to?" he said, being petty.
"I want you, daddy," I said in a soft tone.
He laid me down and got on top of me in the 69 position. I opened my mouth and started sucking all of him while he feasted on my pussy like it was his last meal, drinking every drop of juice coming out of me. He slid his tongue deep inside me, and my pussy squeezed around his tongue as I came.
Then he bent me over, sliding his long, thick dick slowly into my pussy.
"Oou," I groaned while he stroked me slowly. He smacked my ass and sped up his pace. All I could think about was how I wanted this dick for the rest of my life.
"Daddy, right there," I said while he hit my spot. I felt myself on the edge, my body started shaking, and we came together.
He laid beside me. Both of us were too tired to move, so we pulled the covers over us and went straight to sleep.