Chapter 24 #4
“Fact’s!” Tunan agreed before slapping it up with the rest of the men before joining his wife at her table.
The music started, and the painted women all took a spot, distancing themselves apart but still in straight lines.
Poles shot up from the grass and once they reached their full height, the dancing began.
Waitresses came out, holding stacks of dollar bills on trays, and men and their wives began waving them down to trade out their larger bills for ones.
Missy was already prepared, so she was on her feet, walking in front of the girls of her choosing and raining down.
Essex was behind her, rapping since one of his songs was playing.
Jisei held her hand out, and Ezio pulled bills from the stack he’d been flashing on the front lawn. “Where the fuck the food at? We ’posed to watch pussy on an empty stomach?” he asked, and I nodded in agreement, hungry as hell.
“We can’t handle money and food at the same time, baby. It’s coming. Want me to go into the kitchen and find you something?” Jisei asked as she received her bills from the white-gloved waitress.
“Nawl, Jae Bae. Come on.” He pulled Jisei from the table.
A waitress came up beside me like I’d summoned her, her body well-proportioned.
Looking around the yard to see if I spotted the first lady, I handed the waitress money from the other wad in my pocket when I didn’t see her.
These waitresses weren’t naked, but the way their white dresses clung to their skin, you’d think they were.
She handed me the two stacks of ones, me deciding that would be enough in this mixed company setting.
Under the open sky, dancers moved with fluid grace around the poles while adults, old and young, surrounded them and threw money.
The grassy ground didn’t bother them at all as many of them dropped into splits as if they were floating in the air and gravity suddenly paused.
Sunlight shimmered on their dark-painted skin, which I knew underneath varied in all shades matching their flawlessly made-up faces.
Flipping their hair and winding their bodies, the strippers moved with strength and elegance.
They leaped, twirled, and played Twister with the poles, putting the guests in a trance.
I had to give it to Rio; this was a damn movie.
There were two cameramen: one at the end of the yard, filming Pia and Nel who had their own two strippers dancing all over them, and the other was filming Essex and Missy’s faces.
This scene would be perfect in one of his videos, the uncut version that could be released on YouTube, and if Bella’s ass caught wind of it, she’d find a way to get the video on prime time TV too.
I felt eyes on me, and when I looked up to see Don had pulled two girls from the pole and was pointing to me.
I’d gotten my ones but had yet to move. This nigga was always trying to control some shit.
I mugged his ass before watching the two thick-ass women switch my way, abandoning their pole.
Both were perfect, dark chocolate on their face as the brown paint adorned their bodies.
This time, when he lifted his glass, I raised one of the stacks of money.
Pushing my chair back away from the table, one of the girls lifted her leg, popping her pussy right in my face.
No smell. Good start.
Her partner bent her ass right over in front of me, close enough to sit her ass on my lap.
She began wiggling her legs, creating a wave of brown Jello.
Popping the rubber band on the first stack, I was slumped in my chair as they were dancing in my space.
The one that had lifted her leg did it again, but this time, she twirled and landed on my lap.
Her titties grazed my Jesus piece as she grinded on my dick.
The other stripper was still in front of me, and as I watched her ass jiggle with fury, I peeped the garter belt on her upper thigh.
Leaning over with the stripper still in my lap, I grabbed the other’s waist and pulled her closer.
Now with her beside me, I pushed her back into the position and stuffed some money in her garter belt.
It was so close to her pussy that my finger was inches away from grazing it as I stuffed as many ones as I could.
The song had switched to Tory Lanez’s “The Cry,” making the girls slow down a bit.
My dick was hard as a rock because I was a man, and I hadn’t busted a nut in well over a month. I had two of the baddest naked in my lap, and I refused to be ashamed about my dick being harder than a brick.
“We can take this party to the pool house…”
The women had switched places, and both of their garters were stuffed with my money.
I was out of ones and was hella tempted to rain straight hundreds on them because they had been putting in work.
Her arm was around my neck while her friend was beside me, playing with her pink pussy.
This shit had turned triple X-rated, and I no longer wanted to look and see if Shannon was somewhere around the yard.
“Beautiful, I’m going to have to respectfully decline. But…” I jutted my chin back at Don. “He might be up for it.”
They danced until the song ended, and by then, the one beside me had come all over her fingers.
They both walked away and went onto the pool house after thanking me.
Minutes later, they emerged and returned to the sender.
They’d cleaned up, and I fucked with that because grinding wet pussy from an old nigga on a new nigga was foul.
Don mugged me as the women approached him, but I paid his ass no mind.
Two songs later, the strippers took a break, and Ezio’s greedy ass was able to eat.
That nigga had lost his dad bod weight, but he still ate like Jisei was carrying a baby.
She’d been adamant that she wasn’t having any more anytime soon, but I knew he was fucking her with no regard for the shit she was spitting.
Plates of lobster, steak, creamed spinach, and sweet potatoes were piled in front of us.
I was acting like Ezio today and wasn’t ashamed as I stuffed my mouth.
Champagne began to flow, and I declined the offered glass, taking sparkling water instead.
I’d been eating all kinds of shit lately, so I was limiting my alcohol intake.
The strippers were back in the pool house, and everyone talked about how much fun they were having as they ate.
“They got Rio fucked up. Dicks or Tits been the best reveal I done been to. I fucks with Daylani, but he need to plan the baby shower too.”
Jisei snickered at Missy’s statement. “Maybe he can plan yours.”
“Who?” Missy cut into her steak, feeding it to Essex instead of herself. “We got three. You know how hectic it is having three kids on tour? Baby, no. Thank God for Discovery because chile…”
“I thought y’all had the nanny?” Ezio asked.
“You know Josephine is loyal to Discover. She back here, helping with the twins. She recommended her niece, so we shall see if she works out once she starts.”
Jisei shook her head. “I’m sorry, boo. I’ll send you someone that I turned down. I interviewed a few who were all great, but I could only choose one. I think two were willing to travel.”
Once most people were finished eating, guests were pulled from the table one by one to give their guesses on video of what we thought the baby would be.
By the time I got back to my seat, I was excusing myself again.
I went inside, bypassing the hanging dicks, to the first available bathroom to wash my hands.
Locking the door, I pulled Solana’s phone back out, and saw she still hadn’t sent any texts or audio messages.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I went back to the camera app, and still, something was covering it.
I hadn’t known Solana’s ass was that strong to launch some shit at the camera to cover it.
I guess I had myself to blame for those intense-ass workouts.
Locking the screen, I stuffed the phones back into my pocket, opting out of texting Italian to give me an update.
I dodged two more hanging dicks, grabbed a water bottle on the way out, and took my seat again.
The plates had been cleared from the tables, and the money waitresses were handing out white towels and spray bottles full of rubbing alcohol.
“Thank y’all so much for being here! Most of all, thank you, Daddy, for this! I would have never thought this is what you came up with when I asked you to plan. But it’s perfect.”
Nel grumbled.
“I have been told that the reveal is about to happen so here we go, everyone!” Pia passed the mic to Nel, who declined. She shoved it into his hand anyway, and he simply said, “Thanks for coming.”
A loud engine rumbled to the right of us, and seconds later, there was a plane with a banner attached.
Pulling a phone from my pocket, I went to the camera app and pressed record.
The plane neared us, and the people seated at the far end of the yard began cheering.
Once the plane was directly over us, we all could see the banner, which revealed the gender.
It’s a girl!
The entire backyard erupted in cheers at the pink sign with brown letters as the plane flew away. I panned the camera to Pia, who was jumping up and down, and Nel, who was smiling so big, I could see every tooth in his mouth.
Hearing another plane, I turned the phone back toward the sky.
It’s another girl!
“What!”
“Twins?”
“I fucking knew it!”
Everyone was making comments on the fact that the two banners were indicating that Pia was having two babies. She was no longer jumping up and down, now looking at Nel in confusion. I was smiling hard as fuck for my cousin. He could act like he was shocked, but we all knew it was a possibility.