14. Yes
Fourteen
Yes
DESTINY
“No, I don’t think you understand, I’m Brick’s—” The bouncer at the door cut me off before I could finish with a simple raise of his hand.
“Lady. I promise I don’t care what you and Brick got goin’ on. If you wanna get in through this door, you pay the cover price.”
“Fine,” I griped, I didn’t have time to argue with that man—I had to pee.
I reached into my purse and quickly handed him my ID and cash.
No wonder Brick was loaded because spending $50 to get into a strip club on a Sunday afternoon while the sun was still up was insane.
To my surprise, they were packed. Some people even looked like they came straight from church, wearing their Sunday Best to come and make it rain.
I followed the signs, running to the restroom so I could empty my bladder before it emptied itself.
Even the bathroom was top of the line, looking like it belonged inside of a five-star hotel.
Dark walls paired with bright lights gave the room a chic look while not making it feel too cramped.
The facilities were spotless and there was everything from feminine wipes to condoms and breath mints.
I was impressed. Brick spared no expense to make sure his guests were covered with anything they might need.
As I washed my hands, someone came out of another stall. When my eyes landed on the big haired, curvy woman, a huge smile spread across my face.
“Hey!” She beamed at me with a gorgeous smile. “You’re Destiny, right? I’m Luv! I’m Drew’s wife. We were at your wedding!” She gave a cute little wave and quickly came to the sinks to wash her hands.
“Yes, I remember you! How are you?” Her man, Drew, was part of the crew that ran up on Draco at my bachelorette party. Brick introduced me to them at the wedding, letting me know he was Kilo’s best friend. According to the set of laws they completely made up, that made them both my family as well.
“I’m good!” She finished washing her hands, dried them, and put one on her belly. “I just stopped by to get wings. They seem to be the only thing this baby will tolerate these days. Everything else has me sick as hell.”
“Aww, you’re pregnant!” I squealed. “That actually makes sense because you’re glowing.
” I wondered if Brick and I would ever get there.
On one hand, he explicitly told me that he never planned to reproduce, but on the other, he put a whole clause in the prenup about what would happen if we did have kids. Maybe that was just a precaution?
“Yes! I’m due in November. Thank you so much! So, how’s married life? Well, I mean, I guess it hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours. But how is life with Brick? He seems like he really loves you.”
“He—You think so?” I asked curiously. She stared at me in confusion because I had just married the man yesterday, and surely I should have known whether or not he loved me. “I mean… I know he does. I’m just surprised other people can see it like that.”
“No, for real.” She assured me. “When he would bring a girl around, he always made it clear that it was specifically for sex or aesthetics. The way he’s so affectionate and all over you all the time is really fuckin’ adorable!” she said with a smile so big that her dimples popped even more.
“I—wow…” I mumbled, unsure of what to say to that.
“Well, girl. Let me get the hell outta here before Drew realizes where I went. I’m supposed to be resting, but the baby wanted food. Let me get your number, maybe we can link soon!”
“I’d love that!” She took my number and I locked hers in. She was so sweet, and it made me wonder how she ended up with someone as serious as Drew.
I made my way back out to the floor and took a real look around this time.
The space was massive, and it was nicer than any club I had been inside.
I should have known anything owned by a West would be of the highest caliber.
There was a whole section for food—I assumed that’s where Luv came to get her precious wings—a section for VIP, and private rooms in the back.
I found a small, secluded spot and sat down so I could text Brick and tell him where I was, but the moment my butt hit the seat, I was ambushed by titties.
“How you doin, baby?” she asked as she sauntered over to me in a full fishnet bodysuit with nothing but a g-string underneath. My eyes ballooned as I threw my hands up in protest.
“Oh no! I’m sorry! I’m just sitting here. I don’t—”
“I’m Kitty,” she said, cutting me off. She rubbed her hands over her nipples, then swung her hair around before bending over and twerking directly in my face… I mean, at least it didn’t stink.
“Oh,” I whispered. “You don’t have to do this…
” Despite my refusals, she seductively climbed up on the small stage in front of me, grabbed the pole, then spun around it in circles that made me dizzy.
She danced in sync with the music, somehow fast and slow at the same time, doing a combination of moves that would have probably landed me in the ER.
My mouth dropped as my brain started committing every detail to memory.
The heart shaped dumbbells she had decorating each nipple.
Her long, curly hair with blonde highlights that she whipped around effortlessly.
Every inch of her curvy yet toned body that she had absolutely no shame in flaunting.
I had always been taught that women who showed it all were insecure.
That they depended on their bodies to take them places that they could never reach with their brain.
The woman in front of me was powerful, and I had no doubt that she could get anything she wanted out of life and anyone who crossed her path.
I wanted that. I wanted to command that level of attention so easily.
My attentive eyes followed her as she climbed all the way up the pole, hanging there by just her legs before she came spiraling down, her swinging hair making her look like a helicopter covered in body glitter.
By the time her body reached the ground, her legs spread into a split and she twerked on beat with the song.
She was art.
“You want a dance?” she asked as she circled me like prey. Remembering the very limited bit of strip club etiquette that I had, I pulled out my wallet, rummaging through it before coming up with a one-hundred dollar bill.
“I—um. Sorry. I don’t have any singles. I didn’t know we were planning on coming here.”
“This works,” she said, plucking it from between my fingers. The next thing I knew, she was straddling my chair, grinding into my lap.
“Oh…” I went rigid, completely unsure of what to do. She leaned forward, pressing her titties into my chest as she whispered in my ear and continued to dance on me.
“Relax for me, Mamas.” Her voice was calming and she smelled like peaches.
I reached into my wallet and gave her another bill, quickly understanding how a man could fall victim to strip club debt.
I was glad that I hadn’t taken out more cash because I probably would have given her enough to make a mortgage payment on a mansion.
She smiled, running her tongue over her glossy lips, then stood up straight, gave me a lust filled glance, and turned to walk away. I sat there, plastered to the chair, unable to breathe as I watched her every departing move.
“You know… She’ll eat the pussy for you too, if I ask her nicely.” I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a deep voice growl in my ear. It took a moment for me to realize that it was Brick. I immediately went into panic mode.
“I-I’m sorry! I told her that I was good, but she insisted!” I threw my hands up, praying he didn’t pull a gun on her like he did Draco. She was entirely too pretty to fall victim to a gunshot wound.
“You good, baby.” He gripped my chin and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Come on.”
I stood up, dragging my feet to follow him as he led me off the main floor and to a set of double doors.
He put in a code and they opened like an elevator so we could step past. I didn’t say a word, taking in all the details as he led me down a hallway to an office with another keypad.
Once the doors opened and we stepped in, I realized it was his office.
He led me to his desk and pushed me back to sit on the edge before sitting in his chair in front of me.
“I had no idea you liked girls,” he said, giving me an intrigued stare as his hands rubbed up and down the sides of my thighs.
“Like? No, Brick, I don’t,” I answered quickly, cheeks heating up even more.
“You sure? Because you looked like you were about to nut on yourself through that entire interaction,” he said with a smirk.
“You watched the whole thing?” I asked.
“Who you think sent her over? It took you one time in this bitch to be doin’ exactly what I said,” he teased.
“I don’t know if it’s that I like her… more so the freedom of it all. I’ve never been around women so free to express their sexuality like that,” I admitted. The rush of it all had my panties flooded.
“I see,” he said, hands now gliding over my inner thighs.
He pushed me further back on his desk, spreading my legs. I had on a romper, but it was loose enough on the legs for his hand to slide inside easily. I looked down at him curiously, but kept my legs open in anticipation.
“So, what you’re saying is, you wanna be more open?” he asked as he breached the hem of my panties.
“Y-Yes,” I breathed out, groaning when his thick fingers met my slick lips.
He took his time as he ran his thumb up and down my slit before opening me up and pushing two fingers into me.
I moaned as he started jerking his hand up and down, instead of the in and out motions that he had done before.
I was so wet, and my shorts and his desk were paying the price.
“You got me so fucked up, Peep. I don’t even let women in here. Yet here you are, pretty pussy leaking all over my fuckin’ desk.” My hand slapped down on his shoulder as I surrendered to his pleasure. I could barely focus on his words because he had the room spinning.