2. Warren ‘Wolf’ Bennett #3
She fucked my head up to the point that I had to put the cigar out.
For the most part, I was a quiet, reserved kind of nigga.
I was the kind of person that you would see, but you wouldn’t typically hear me.
I didn’t give motha fuckas a show unless they were asking for it, but that ass that she had in my lap, mixed with the bouncing she was doing, her smell, and all the other sexual appeal that she was giving off, I had no choice but to reach my hand down, and grab her tiny ass waist. When I did that, she stopped dancing for a second and turned her head around to look at me.
“Papa, if you touch me, that’s going to cost you,” her voice was so soft, and pretty.
It had that sexy Miami, southern drawl to it.
I didn’t want her to feel like I wasn’t good for blessing her with some money, especially since she was putting on this good ass show for me, so I reached down, where we had all the money that we’d exchanged once we got here, and on some cool shit, I took the money wrappers off all the stacks, and I started showering her with all of it.
This was play money. I could give a fuck if I sat here and gave the entire thing to her.
“The girls say you don’t trick, Wolf. I got you tricking?” that voice was going to be the death of me.
It was seductive as hell. Breath smelled good too.
Eyes were so fuckin big, and dreamy. That birth mark near her eye was something that I’ve never seen before.
Full lips. They looked like miniature pillows.
In the beginning, I tried to sound too playa, so I only admitted that she was just a pretty girl, but being this close to her, having her on me, her ass was way more than pretty.
She was the finest shit that I’ve ever seen in my life.
“That’s play money I’m giving you. This not trickin,” I let her know.
With a smile on her face, she stood up from my lap, and I thought that she was going to walk away, but she didn’t.
She bent down, putting all that ass in my fuckin face, and I fought like hell keeping my hands to myself.
I’ve dealt with some freaks in my lifetime, but nothing to this extent.
It made all the sense in the world why they called her Poison. She made you want to risk it all.
Right here in a club filled with people, I swear I wanted to pull my dick out and just fuck the shit out of her.
That’s crazy for me to even say because I didn’t move like that.
I had self- control like a motha fucka. I haven’t had pussy in months.
I’m picky about who I stick my dick in, so the fact that she had me ready to risk it all, and the fact that I was even thinking about fuckin right here in the club, let me know that she most definitely lived up to the name Poison.
She danced for me for about ten minutes more.
I damn near nutted in my jeans when she finished with me.
I wasn’t the type to waste money, but it was my brother’s birthday tonight, and I wanted to ball out with the niggas and have a good time.
The twenty g’s that I took out when I got here, I showered the whole thing on her.
Man, she deserved that money. She worked hard for it.
Now, there she was, effortlessly gliding up and down the pole, doing different tricks, having everyone in the club stare at her in awe. She had one of the security guards in our section, that was stuffing all the money in a trash bag for her that I’d blessed her with.
“Make sure she keeps all that shit too. I don’t want nobody getting a cut from it,” I let the security know, and he nodded his head.
I didn’t know how club policy worked, but I knew that dancers often had to give the owner a cut. I wanted her to keep the entire twenty racks.
“Ay, let me ask ya’ll niggas something. Either one of you ever fucked her?” I asked my brothers, who were all sitting down next to me on the couch.
Each of them had their eyes glued on Poison, as she continued worked the pole. When I asked the question, they all turned their heads to look at me.
“Nah. Shit, I wish. I’ve fucked a few of the bitches here but not Poison though.
She’ll dance for you, seduce the fuck out of you, but she ain’t going no further than that.
In my lifetime, I’ve fucked just about every bitch that I wanted, but I can’t get her.
I still don’t get how she be giving the pussy to that nigga Hitta, but she won’t let me crack,” Kendrix replied.
“Who’s Hitta?” I wanted to know.
“Look downstairs at the bar area. The nigga with the long dreads, and the green Amiri shirt. Him, and Poison fuck around. Green ass nigga be pulling up to the club, trying to fuck up her motion. She going to leave soon. Watch. She love that nigga,” Kendrix went on to tell me.
I looked in the direction where he told me, and my eyes landed on Hitta. I’ve never seen him or heard about him prior to what my brother just said. I had my own shit going on, so I didn’t keep up with half the shit that takes place in Miami.
“To answer your question, I never fucked either,” Kingston threw in.
“Me either. Why? You want her? You just easily put twenty bands in her hands. You don’t trick on bitches, nigga. She put that ass in your lap, and gave you that little dance, and now you in love, huh? You want her?” Demarco asked me. I shook my head, looking at him like he was crazy.
“Nah. I was just asking a question. Ya’ll niggas done saw her pussy, and titties already. For that alone, it’ll never be. I’ll be damned if I wife something and my brothers can say that they know what her private parts look like,” I went on.
“That part. Also, I’m damn near in love with that girl.
I been wanting Poison for a little minute.
You’ll be a green ass nigga to know that I want her and still try to fuck with her.
I’ll fall out with my own brother bout that pussy.
I’m telling you,” Kendrix replied, and after he said that, Kingston, and Demarco started laughing.
I didn’t laugh though. I kept a straight face.
I can’t tell you if Kendrix was being for real, or if he was bullshitting me. He was drinking and smoking weed. I knew he was a little tipsy.
He had that dog gene in him that he’d inherited from our pops.
He’s never been in a committed relationship.
He fucks all kinds of bitches, so I wasn’t sure if he genuinely liked Poison, or if it was just lust, and the nigga was infatuated with her.
He didn’t have to send any threats my way though.
He could have her. I was for real when I said that I couldn’t wife nothing that my brothers have already seen naked.
I don’t want my brothers knowing what my girl’s pussy, and titties looked like. That’s supposed to only be for me.