Zara
“ W here the hell is Brandy?” I asked, sipping on my third drink. Jewel had shown up, but we were still one musketeer short.
“Earlier, she was talking about staying home. I think she’s in her feelings about Misa.”
“Probably, but that’s all the more reason to come out. Fuck her,” I groaned, stealing a glance at Kenyon over my shoulder.
He looked more relaxed than when we arrived, likely because of the shots I forced him to take.
“Oh! There she is. Her and her Baby Zaddy !” Jewel dragged.
I smiled, turning around as Romello guided her through the crowded club. It took Brandy much longer than Romello to warm up to the idea because she couldn’t get past the idea of Romello and me dating. In all honesty, I think she was still hung up on Otto and using that as an excuse.
I’m just glad she didn’t let that nothing-ass nigga keep her from being happy. Brandy and Romello worked better than we ever would’ve anyway.
“Hey boo!”
Brandy gave a tight-lipped smile and waved.
“Uh uh, don’t bring that negative shit up in here tonight,” Jewel fussed.
“Girl, please, you better be lucky I made it.”
“She tried not to,” Romello added, gripping her shoulders before signaling our waiter for a drink. He probably needed it after Misa’s latest stunt.
“I need a damn drink, and I can’t have one,” Brandy complained.
“No, you cannot,” Jewel said, moving the bottle away.
“I would never drink while pregnant. Who do you take me for? Misa,” Brandy snipped.
Jewel and I shared a look. Jewel wanted to say something by the quiver of her lips.
“I got something for you,” I announced, climbing to my feet and heading for the bar. I had Tambra make Brandy a cute mocktail that lifted her spirits.
“Let me holla at you real quick,” Kenyon whispered.
“Is everything okay?”
He didn’t say anything but nodded his head toward the back. If something were wrong, he wouldn’t tell me with all these ears listening, so I followed Kenyon’s lead.
“What’s wrong, Kenyon?”
“Nothing.” The laughter in his voice made me relax a little.
“What are you doing?” I giggled as Kenyon guided me down the familiar VIP hallway.
With one arm roped around my waist, he used his free hand to open the door like I couldn’t stand up alone.
“You said I need to relax, so help me relax,” he insisted, sitting down.
“I’m retired if you didn’t know.”
I didn’t know if I trusted myself on the pole anymore. My body was much different now, and I hadn’t been on one in a long time.
Kenyon frowned, and his neck buckled, “Retired to them, but I’m not them.”
“This private dancer doesn’t work for free, and bringing me out of retirement isn’t cheap.”
“I’m good for it.”
“Rajah told me that a good dancer never accepts IOUs. You gotta pay to play,” I flirted, playing along.
“If I’m paying, I want the full experience.”
“Then you better go get my money.”
Kenyon paused for a second, wondering if I was serious. I nodded toward the door, and he smirked and climbed to his feet. This little game was fun, but part of me was nervous, especially when Kenyon returned holding a stack of bills.
"I haven't been on a pole in a while," I whispered, glancing over at him in nothing but a red thong and heels.
"I got faith in you, Babygirl.”
I bit my lip and took a deep breath, letting the music filter through my bones. I rolled my hips slowly at first, teasing him like I did on his birthday.
Kenyon sat on the couch, arms draped over the cushions, looking at me like I was the only thing he wanted to see. His smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a silent promise that he didn’t care how long it had been. I swung my leg around the pole and arched my back, sliding down slowly while keeping my eyes locked on his. Kenyon shifted in his seat, his jaw clenched tight, making me feel like I had all of him in the palm of my hand.
There was a rush in knowing this performance was just for him. Kenyon was a pro at wisping bills through his fingers, but tonight, he struggled.
As I spun again, faster this time, I caught his eye. "How am I doing?"
Kenyon didn’t respond with words. The way his eyes darkened and his body leaned forward spoke louder than anything he could have said. I landed in front of him, dropping to my knees in a smooth motion, crawling toward him slowly.
"Too good,” he finally said, his voice hoarse, as his hand reached for mine, “Come here.”
I smiled and slid into his lap, my heart racing as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.
“I need to feel you.”
“Kenyon!” I whined, feeling his dick stiffen beneath me.
“You did it. Being all sexy and shit.”
“We can’t miss Rajah’s performance.”
“I’m worried about my own performance right now, so stop wasting time making me beg,” he smirked, licking and kissing my neck. “Please, Babygirl.”
Lifting my hips, I accepted his invitation because it was hard to resist begging for a piece of me. It wasn’t just the act of sex that I enjoyed so much but the intimacy that came with it. Kenyon needed a good time tonight, and who was I to say no when there was nothing he wouldn’t do for me?
The end.