16. Warren ‘Wolf’ Bennett
WARREN ‘WOLF’ BENNETT
It was after three in the morning and I was sitting out on the balcony.
My shirt was off. I just had on a pair of sweats.
My slides sat on the floor, while my feet covered in socks were chilling on the railing.
There was a cigar in my hands that I was holding to my lips, taking a deep pull.
The way I was out here smoking, and vibing, you would think that it was after three in the afternoon, instead of three in the morning.
I felt movement from behind me, so I turned my head to see what was going on.
It was Deja. She walked out in her pajamas and house shoes.
Her pajamas were just a pair of long bottoms, that fit a little snug on her, so you got to see the shape of her body.
The top was nothing but a thin, spaghetti strapped top, so I could see her nipple piercings.
Her hair was pulled up, with one of those claw clips in the back.
All the make-up and shit that she had on at the club was gone.
She was bare, and I fucked with her this way.
I liked the makeup too though. I wasn’t one of those hating ass niggas that didn’t like for a woman to get dolled up.
When Deja stepped out, I noticed that not only was she limping, but she was squinting her eyes too, as if she couldn’t see.
“Why you limping? And why you squinting? You can’t see?” I asked her back-to-back questions.
“I’m a stripper, Wolf. My body is sore. I have cuts on the back of my foot, and bruises on my thighs.
I’m squinting because I took my contacts out.
My glasses are home,” she let me know, about to cut past me, so that she could sit in the chair that was next to me, but I grabbed her arm, stopping her.
I didn’t want to blow the smoke in her face, so I pulled my feet down from the railing, held the cigar down with my left hand, and with my right hand, I took it off her arm, and just examined her.
That pole worked the fuck out of her ass tonight.
She was right about the bruises. There were purplish bruises on her thighs.
Just wanting to see if that shit was causing her any pain, I reached out, rubbing on the bruise to see if she would flinch a little bit, and she did. I noticed that she had some kind of ointment on there too.
“You gotta dance tomorrow, and bruise your thighs up again?” I asked her, once I removed my hand from her thigh.
“Yep. It’s all a part of the naked hustle,” she responded, walking away, and she finally took the seat that was next to me.
Instead of keeping her feet down, she pulled them up. She sat Indian style in the chair, folded her arms, keeping them in her lap.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I released.
“Yeah. I have terrible vision,” she said.
“I gotta see you with your glasses on. I’m sure you look innocent as fuck,” I went on to say, and when I finished saying it, she laughed, while turning her head, so that she could look at me.
She batted those big ass eyes at me, and I damn near started blushing.
“I don’t look innocent to you without them, Wolf?” she wanted to know.
“You do. You look like you can do no wrong. Like you wouldn’t hurt a fly,” I said, but I knew the real.
I knew her ass was a firecracker. I knew there wasn’t shit innocent about her. I watched her get on the stage tonight, and hold onto so much confidence, doing all kinds of tricks on the pole, demanding everyone’s attention. An innocent person wasn’t doing all that.
“Hmm,” was all she said, and finished looking ahead of her.
“I ain’t going to lie to you, I don’t have nothing but respect for what you do.
You already know that I’ve never really been the kind of nigga to be outside.
I’ve been to strip clubs in the past, but that shit was never my thing.
Even the strippers that I saw back then, I swear the ones I saw not even on your level.
Seeing you tonight, you earned that title of being called the Queen of the Pole.
No disrespect, but it takes a certain kind of bad bitch to get on stage and demand everybody’s attention in the room.
Nobody took they eyes off you. I had the perfect shot of you.
Nobody was on their phone. Everybody was glued to you.
Grown ass men drooling over you. Women looking at you, wishing they could be you.
You’re exactly who the fuck you think you are,” I had to tell her that shit.
I know I’ve already seen Deja in her element twice, but something about tonight was different. Something about the way she could sell that club out was special. Her name alone had that line wrapped around the building. I had to let her know she was the shit.
“You think you’ll always feel that way about what I do?” she wanted to know.
I put the cigar to my lips, took a pull, and then blew the smoke out into the air.
“Why wouldn’t I? I told you before that it ain’t my job to change you.
I know what you do for a living. Your confidence is sexy to me.
The way you make your money is sexy to me.
You can take a nigga’s whole paycheck without even giving him the pussy.
You know you got power, and you using it to your advantage.
That’s admirable, love,” I left it at that.
I smoked the cigar for about five more minutes and then put it out.
She could feel me from her peripheral putting the cigar out because she turned and looked at me. She had a look in her eyes, like she was wishing that I wasn’t about to get up and go in the house. I wasn’t going anywhere though. I was about to stay my ass out here.
I slouched in the chair a little bit, and Deja didn’t give two fucks how boldly she was staring at me.
My hair was out, so her eyes started there first. She paid close attention to my hair.
Her eyes dropped down to my neck and chest. Since I wasn’t wearing a shirt, they lowered to my stomach.
Like she really didn’t give a fuck, they went even lower…
going to my dick. She looked at big man for about ten seconds and then stared me back in my eyes.
“Nigga, your ass is too fuckin fine,” she blurted it out.
“I ain’t hear what you said. Come closer and say it again,” I pulled her card, just to see if she would repeat it.
“Oh, you think I won’t say it again? I said your ass is too fuckin fine,” she stood her ass up, and got in my face, so I could hear her say it louder this time.
I got a whiff of whatever soap she used in the shower, plus whatever lotion, and oils she had on. She smelled like fuckin temptation.
Since she’s been here with me, I haven’t touched her.
We hugged that one time, and that was it.
I was respectful. I kept my hands to myself.
Tonight was the only night that she saw me without a shirt on, and I only had it off because I didn’t think she was going to come out here on the balcony with me.
Since it was so late, I thought she was going to shower and call it a night.
I got a dose of that poison that she came with, just like everyone else because I sat up in the seat a little bit, put my hands on her ass, and it felt like I was holding onto butter. It was soft. Soft, and heavy.
“Bout time, nigga!” her slick ass had the nerve to say.
“What do you feed this motha fucka?” I asked, feeling how heavy her ass was.
“Everything,” she told me, and I smiled at that.
Deja really wasn’t afraid of shit. A lot of women would have stayed in that chair and probably waited for me to call them over here. She confidently walked over to me, got all in my face, and here she was, climbing in my lap.
By this point, her ass was like a magnet to me because I had yet to let it go. So many ways she could have sat in my lap, but she made sure that she was planted right on my dick. She sat her nasty ass on the head of it, wrapped her arms around my neck, and she went for what she wanted.
Her lips touched mine, and I damn near started nutting.
I didn’t expect her lips to be so soft. I expected her to be just a little bit nervous since this was our first time kissing, but she wasn’t.
She went in for the kiss, and like I was fresh off eating that pussy from behind, she captured my tongue, wanting to suck on it.
If having all that ass in my lap wasn’t enough, she started bouncing on the head of my dick.
I was trying to have self-control and not show this girl that I could put her through a fuckin mattress, but she was pulling my card.
I couldn’t let her think she was out freaking the freakiest nigga in the world.
I ended up sticking my hands in her pants, holding onto her bare ass.
I was so lost behind this kiss that I closed my eyes.
I broke it, only because I wanted to taste other parts of her.
I went right for her neck, sucking it. I found just that one spot, sucking it softly.
She didn’t expect me to go there with her.
The plan was to suck everything slowly, but she tasted so good that I picked it up a notch and started sucking a little harder.
I removed my hands from inside her pants, so I could raise her shirt, and the prettiest titties stared back at me. Her nipple piercings were shaped in hearts. The plan was to suck them, but once I saw them, I just wanted to sit back in the chair for a second and savor the moment.
She knew those titties were pretty too because she had this cocky ass smirk on her face, as she looked at me.
I placed my hands behind my back and really soaked this moment in… just staring.
“Suck on them, papa,” my dick jumped when she said that sexy ass shit.