Daddy's House (10 page)

“
I’m Drake. If you need me, holla. Literally,” he joked.

I thanked Drake. He winked, leaving me open for the next potential. Strangely, he was the cutest thing in the room.

Cinnamon walked over to me on her way to grab some finger sandwiches. She clutched my arm and asked what happened with me and Tut. When I asked who in the hell was Tut, she just laughed. She gave me the quick run-down on how the dude I’d just insulted was named Tut.

The new wonder in the music business. He had the #1 record on the Billboard charts, and was about to be signed by G. Rock, the owner of his own independent label. When she pointed to G. Rock, I felt like crying. Cat was with G. Rock, and at that point, grindin’ all over his dick, and caressing his muscular arms. G. Rock was who I needed. Big Money and a one-shot deal.

At that moment, I recognized a familiar face walking into the showroom as Cinnamon walked away. It was Truman, a popular R&B singer. All the available girls circled him. Luscious, one of the white girls, did a hand stand, and opened her legs wide, only to close them by wrapping them around his neck. Damn, I didn’t stand a chance, ‘cause the competition was thick. Every chick in the room had their own niche, and I had to find one quick. I needed game and fast. Out of my league, I didn’t know which way to turn. My focus was on the one thing I desired most...dead presidents.

I stood motionless for a minute, kinda star struck in my own way. Cinnamon passed by and handed me a glass of Patron. I wasn’t normally into the hard stuff, but I needed it. I tilted my chin all the way back, and took the double shot straight to the head.

I searched the room for a waiter with more drinks. For some strange reason, every black and white tuxedo seemed to be headed in the opposite direction. I smoothed my hair down when I realized what was going on. It was the boss man. When Daddy was in the house, all hailed to the King. Daddy’s reputation superseded his name. He was known to pay well, and everybody wanted to be a part of his empire. All the major players in the room made contact with him somehow. The attention proved his level of stardom.

I watched Daddy closely, amazed at the way people admired him. I was starting to feel the effects of my drinks, when suddenly I felt a pair of eyes watching me just as closely as I watched Daddy. I caught a glimpse of my short, muscular admirer staring at me from across the room. I turned my head ‘cause I didn’t want him thinking that I wanted him, nor did I want a beef with the trick who was trickin’ up on him. I guess, I should’ve, ‘cause money was the name of the game around here, and Daddy made it clear, a lot needed to be made tonight. So what if

I had to fight Cat for G. Rock.

I responded to every one of G. Rock’s gestures he made behind Cat’s back. He licked out his tongue like a snake, I did the same. He kissed on Cat’s neck, while eyeing me down. In return, I licked my finger and rubbed my nipples in a circular motion. Emotions ran deep and the alcohol took over. I was starting to really dig dude.

Suddenly, he pushed Cat from his lap, stood, and walked toward me. Both of his boys followed, all with a thuggish strut. Cat stood behind them, wondering where she went wrong. By her expression, I knew I’d pay for stealing her paycheck later.

The moment G. Rock walked up to me, he grabbed my hand, and squeezed it tightly. I was expecting him to kiss it, but the look in his eyes told me he was a rough-neck, so kissing was out. He snapped his fingers, and his boy grabbed two glasses of bubbly. The good bubbly, the kind I was used to drinking with Rich.

After just a few quick sips, G. Rock’s game was real believable. He talked a little about how he was this and that, and how he wanted me to be his #1 side-chick. I laughed, and rubbed on him just as I’d seen Cat do. He was slightly shorter than me, which was a turn off. I liked my men big. But G. Rock’s muscles were enough to get me through the night, especially the way his t-shirt sculpted his chest. The more comfortable I got, the closer I got to him, and mocked what I’d seen with the other girls. I licked the side of his face, enticing him to make a move.

Finally, he moved aside, and held out his hand, motioning me to lead the way. For a moment, I thought his big-ass bodyguard was coming with us, until I saw Sushi grab him by the hand and place it on the lower part of her waist. She winked at me, and exited the room.

When we approached the bottom of the steps, Ms. Dottie shot me an approving look, and nodded. I guess I had finally impressed her. G. Rock held me by the waist and pressed his body close to mine, following me all the way to my room, smelling like a barrel of Hen-Dog.

As soon as we entered my room, G. Rock went ballistic. He yanked his shirt above his shoulders and tossed it across the room like a mad-man. He stood muscle bound, with his shoulders hunched, staring at me like he was in the ring with his opponent. His reddish colored eyes revealed he was drunk and ready for attack. When his jeans dropped to his knees, and the sound of his huge belt buckle sounded, I snapped. What was I doing? I needed to leave.

I headed toward the door at full speed, still fully dressed. By the time my hand touched the handle, the strength in his arms had come in handy. He grabbed me from underneath my stomach, and pulled me back forcefully, lifting me into mid-air. He never made a sound, but his lips got busy. He sucked from the nape of my neck, down to the crease of my back. The ripping sound of my shirt confirmed that I was done. There was no turning back. My C cups released into the air, while G. Rock undressed the rest of me, like he was paid to steal the clothes off my back. His attack wasn’t what I expected for my first time. I’d fucked plenty of dudes in my years before Rich without really caring about them, but at least we pretended things were gonna go somewhere. This was so different, different and scary. I immediately thought about catching some disease, or even AIDS, so I tried to push G. Rock off of me to grab a condom, but his strength was too much and overpowering.

“
I…gottttttta get a condom,” I moaned from underneath, while he had me pinned.

G. Rock ignored me. He was in his own world. I knew I had to get serious.

“
Daddy, won’t be happy.” I pushed at his chest. “He said we have to use condoms, so I don’t wanna have to tell him that you wouldn’t let me get the damn thing out the drawer!”

G. Rock looked at me in shock. “You cursing at me?” His face frowned.

“
No, sweetie. I wanna respect Daddy’s house. On the real. He gets crazy when we don’t listen.”

“
If the big man insists,” G. Rock said, letting up just enough for me to slide from underneath and stand to my feet. I walked to the dresser to grab a condom, while he fondled me the whole way, and never let go of my breasts.

Suddenly, I felt the sensations of what he was doing, but had mixed emotions. My insides were beginning to moisten, which was good for me, ‘cause I needed things to go quickly and smoothly. But every time, I tried to really get into the foreplay, I wanted to throw up. G. Rock paused shortly, just enough to slip the condom on, and was back on the job. Now he moved with even more speed. The closer he came to penetration, the more I gagged. His aggressive movements told me he wasn’t about to take things slow like I needed him to. He wanted something to jump off instantly.

Suddenly, he stepped up his aggressive erotic tactics a notch. He yanked me by my hair and slammed me back down onto the bed. Flat on my back, I laid as his body lunged down on me. This time, no kisses, no rubbing, no warning. He entered me rough and rugged-like, and with speed. No drink in the world could have prepared me. G. Rock didn’t waste any time. He pounded hard and energetically like a raging bull.
Damn, it can’t go in any deeper,

I thought
.
He was giving me his all. He pumped in and out like he was near explosion. I closed my eyes, thinking it would only be a quickie. Wrong!

G. Rock lifted his body above me, and threw my legs over his shoulders. A new-found energy filled his eyes. “Damn, you got soft skin,” he moaned. His tongue licked the sides of my legs like a wild beast.

Then once again, he drilled me. I held on for dear life while the bed made a loud squeaky noise, and rocked up and down. In and out he pounded for nearly five minutes. I just laid there and pretended like it wasn’t happening. Before long, any wetness I had conjured up was gone. I was as dry as the Sahara desert, and G. Rock’s dick felt like a hot, dry stone scraping against the sands. It was painful, yet I was more concerned about when it would all end. The Patron had my head spinning as it was being banged against the bed, but it wasn’t enough to make me believe this was okay.

Suddenly, my big break came. G. Rock’s body shook as he drained the backed-up pipe, but somehow his dick didn’t deflate all the way. The crazy bastard still managed to beat my pussy like a drum. He gripped the side of my legs with force, ready for his nut. Quickly, I lifted my ass upward, off the bed just a bit, to keep from needing a hysterectomy the next morning. I closed my eyes and groaned along with him. It was the longest groan, I’d ever experienced.

“
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” we yelled together.

“
Hell yeah!” he shouted, as he quickly snatched off the condom and released all over my stomach. My eyes closed instantly. I was mad as hell, but relieved that it was over.

Twenty minutes later, I struggled to get up to see my client to the door.

“
Let’s hook up, again,” G. Rock suggested, trying to sneak one last kiss on my neck.

“
I’d like that,” I lied.

“
Shit…I might be back tonight.”

He grinned proudly when he left, like he’d done something spectacular. I had already rated him a seven, and gave myself a two for not throwing up all over the place. I was supposed to shower, and be back downstairs on duty, but I couldn’t. The mirror was calling me. I wanted to take a look at myself, but was afraid of what I would see, what I had become. I felt like I had hit an even lower point in life, selling my body just for safety and a little bit of cash. If Ms. Dottie or Daddy wasn’t satisfied with my performance, they could kick me out.

I didn’t give a fuck, I needed a moment. I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped my red silk robe on. With my hands cradling my face, I thought about how I had gotten myself in this situation. The thought of my mother startled me. She was probably looking for me at this very moment. With the excitement, and anticipation of how my first night on duty would turn out, I allowed it to slip my mind.

The loud triple knock on the door frightened me. Ms. Dottie didn’t knock that way. Oh shit! It was probably G.Rock. He said he might come back.
I just thought he was
talking shit.
I dropped my robe to the floor, and hurried to grab my clothes. The knocks continued, and then a voice spoke. It was Daddy’s voice.
Oh, shit, I’m in trouble
, I thought.

I slid my left leg into my pants and hopped to the door, trying to get the other one inside the pant leg. All of a sudden, the door swung open, and Daddy was standing there with a mean look on his face.

“
When I knock, you open,” he said firmly. No smiles were cracked.

I shook my head in fear. He shut the door behind him and walked closer to me.

Instinct told me to back up slowly. “So, how’d it go?” he asked, with concern.

“
Uuuuh…I guess it went okay,” I stuttered, unsure if G. Rock told him that I laid there like a dead bug.

“
Sit down, we need to talk,” he ordered.

“‘
Bout what?” I tried to keep my face from wrinkling, ‘cause I was scared as hell.

He kept it real vague, which made things worse.

“
About your work around here.” His eyebrows twitched. “I think everything is gonna be good.” He smiled slightly “G. Rock seems to be happy. He wants to send his boy up for another thousand. You good with that?”

I wanted to say hell no, instead I said, “Oh yeah, it’s cool.”

“
That’s a good girl,” he replied, slapping me on the leg. “You’re gonna be that fiyah around here. I can feel it.”

I smiled, accepting the comment, but knowing deep inside, it was an insult. I was better than this, but my situation had me hostage.

“
Where you from?” he asked.

“
I’m from Jersey...East Orange,” I lied.

Daddy shook his head like he approved. “That’s cool.

I know a few cats up in East Orange. You got family?”

“
Nah, not really. You met my cousin, Tracey. She all I got.”

“
Where’s your mother and father? Dead?” he asked, while looking at me with sympathy.

“
Yeah,” I quickly responded. “My mother died at an early age, so I never really knew her.” I tried to look sad.

“
Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m yo daddy now. I got you. You feel me?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I feel you.”

Somehow, I did look at him as a father figure. He was big, confident, and had such an authoritative style about himself that I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted anyone who could tell me everything would be okay, and that they would protect me forever.

“
Now, if you got a man, or a wanna-be man out there somewhere, now is the time to tell me. I had a many niggas come up in here on a beef tip, trying to get their so called women outta here. I don’t go for no bitches bringing trouble to my spot. Ya feel me?”