Legacy
LEGACY
Being in VIP with Vibe Stone and his entourage was a surreal moment. I couldn’t believe how far I’d come. Standing on the stage, looking out over the sea of partygoers all begging for Vibe Stone's attention, it hit me that I had really overcome the impossible.
I stayed close to Vibe. My eyes scanned the crowd as he walked along the edge of the stage, shaking hands and taking selfies with fans. My job was to protect him, but it also gave me a front-row seat to this wild, unexpected ride.
Then I saw Chantel making her way through the tight crowd. Her beauty was undeniable. She rocked a light denim romper, so short that her butt cheeks spilled out the bottom. Her blonde hair contrasted beautifully against her dark skin, making her look like a vision under the club lights.
I caught her eye and motioned her toward the stairs that led to the stage. Her face lit up, and she started making her way through the throng of people. I glanced at the bouncer securing the entrance to the stage and nodded. Our eyes met, and I gave a subtle motion for him to let her up.
As she approached, her confidence and the way she moved made my dick concrete. She had been so excited to be there, but she was coolly walking onto the stage as if she belonged. Her eyes locked with mine, but she stood back near the couches, giving me room to work. I winked and quickly gave Vibe back my full attention.
As I followed Vibe along the stage's edge, women practically threw themselves at him. One woman locked eyes on him as she slowly lifted her shirt. She cupped two milk-chocolatey mounds in her hands as she slowly licked her lips. She then raised one of her breasts, brought it to her own mouth, and sucked. Women around her ogled her with amusement and some with disgust at her desperation. Vibe simply chuckled and continued to greet his fans.
“Ooo, you’re so fine, Vibe!” Another one swooned as he shook her hand. She tightened her grip when he tried to pull away. “Take me home with you. I promise to show you a good time.”
Vibe chuckled. “I bet you could, sweetheart.”
When Vibe shook another woman’s hand, she grabbed his arm and tried to pull herself on stage.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I warned, stepping in quickly. I pried her fingers off his arm and gently but firmly pushed her back into the crowd. “Relax.”
Vibe flashed me a grateful smirk and then turned back toward the couch. I followed, my eyes scanning the crowd for any other potential issues.
As Vibe settled back on the couch, I scanned the stage and spotted Chantel making her way toward us. Her romper hugged her curves so perfectly that even Vibe couldn't help but look twice. He hadn't paid much attention to any woman that evening, but Chantel had made him do a double take.
“Hey, baby,” she greeted, as she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me into a slow hug, her body pressing against mine. Her kiss on my cheek lingered, and I could feel the warmth of her lips.
“Hey, gorgeous.” My voice was low enough for only her to hear in her ear amidst the noise of the crowd. I held her, taking in her sweet, feminine scent and the way she fit perfectly in my arms.
She pushed back, staring at me with a playful smile on her lips.
“You look amazing,” I said, my eyes taking in every detail of her body and every curve.
“Thank you,” she purred. Then her eyes scanned the stage, her smile widening. “This is crazy. I can’t believe I’m up here.”
We stood there for a moment, soaking in the energy of the crowd and the music pounding around us. This was a much different world from where I’d come from, but it was a world I was beginning to claim as my own. Everything felt new, but I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. I had gained success in Houston, but it didn’t feel right or real because I wasn’t at home, and I didn’t have my family. But being back in Chicago, I finally felt like my past was behind me and the future was finally starting to look like it was heading in the right direction.