FALLEN
“You looking good tonight, baby.” Sam complimented me as she spoke into my ear.
“Thank you.” I blushed.
“Come spend the night with me.” She told me as she kissed my bare shoulder and then my neck.
I glanced around the crowded strip club feeling a pair of eyes on me, but I couldn’t pinpoint where.
“Fallen, I miss you waking up with you. And if you wake up in my bed, I can do that little thing you like.” She told me as her hands slid between my legs.
Instinctively my legs snapped shut, preventing Sam from moving closer to my vagina.
“Baby, we in public.” I told her.
“So, fuck these hoes, let me touch my pussy.” She pressed trying to inch further.
I hated when Sam felt like she needed to show off when she was in front of people.
I met Sam a few years ago when I worked as a stripper and she worked as the manager.
I’d had more than a few casual relationships with a couple of the other strippers before getting with Sam and that bothered her.
She wanted to make sure any and everyone knew I belonged to her like I was her property.
“What up Sam?” a man asked a few seconds later.
I glanced up into the eyes of the handsome stranger I’d met a few weeks ago.
“Welcome to AT I’ll call you later.” She told me. “Love you too.” I told her as I stepped into the shower.
I met Sam when I was fresh out of high school and out here on my own thinking I was grown.
My dad was locked up and my mom barely had enough money to keep the bills paid so, I started stripping to keep her and Blaine afloat.
Sam was newly hired as a manager back then and I was her first hire, she paid for my background check and my dancing license out of her pocket.
I knew she liked me, but I wasn’t there for any of that, I needed money, but more than that I needed stability.
After I explained my situation to her, we became close friends and although she flirted with me and offered to take me out, I denied her advances for almost a full year while I got myself together.
It was during that time that Blaine got caught up in Tremaine.
I wish I would have been more focused on my sister and trying to steer her away from street dudes, but she stumbled upon Tremaine and it was nothing I could say to keep her away.
She dropped out of school to follow him into the street life.
She might have thought I didn’t notice her transition into the aspiring “trap queen” role, but I noticed.
Throughout the course of our relationship the only arguments I can recall us really having was over Tremaine.
The more I tried to talk her out of fucking with his loser ass, the closer she seemed to get with him.
I didn’t want Tremaine to die, so when he passed, I was felt bad, but watching my sister mourn him for a full year hurt a million times worse.
“Hey Blaine.” I smiled at Blaine as she sat at the island in the kitchen.
“Girl, lower your voice, my head is throbbing.” She groaned gripping the side of the island.
“Aw, I’m sorry baby, here take this Tylenol and take a tablespoon full of baking soda.” I encouraged her.
“Baking soda? Girl, get out of here with that southern shit.” She waved me off as she made her way 0ut the kitchen.