Street Chronicles Girls in the Game (25 page)

Entice got at least three marriage proposals a month from her private clients. She couldn't remember the last time she'd paid a bill using the money she earned. Everything was taken care of by her private clients, from her rent, her tuition, and her car note, right down to her clothes. She took none of them seriously except for Merc. They had a strong relationship that none of his friends could understand. He really loved her.

Naked, she lay on his bed with her ass facing his face. She made her ass cheeks roll seductively one by one, as if they were ripples in water. Merc's throat began to get dry as he watched her
ass cheeks slither like snakes. He extended his hands to grab her ass and she opened her legs into a full split and sat up.

“Entice, you gonna get on the pole for me before we—”

“Yes, daddy,” she said as she daintily hopped out of his bed and began to climb the pole that sat at the foot of it. His ceilings had to be over twenty feet high.

“Are you going to turn on some music?” she asked.

Merc let a loud moan escape from between his lips as he ferociously stroked his dick. He couldn't answer, so she began her show. Once she made her way to the top of the pole she came down headfirst at top speed with her legs spread-eagled. As she neared the floor she wrapped her legs around the pole and came to a complete stop with her head just a few inches above the ground. She climbed the pole once more and extended her legs open. Then she miraculously swung her lower body back and forth into the pole as if she were fucking it. Then, without notice, Entice swung around the pole, leaving one leg wrapped around it. She spun swiftly and gracefully, with her eyes closed. She felt as if she were airborne and had no worries, because there, with Merciless, she knew she was safe.

When she stopped, Merciless was stark naked, and he motioned with one finger for her to come to him, which she obliged. He grabbed her curly tresses, kissed her forehead, then gave her head a light shove into his groin. She opened wide and contracted her jaws of life around his dick.

He began to sweat profusely in his cool, air-conditioned mansion. He especially loved the raw feeling of her wet vagina on his condomless dick. Six months into their strange relationship, he suggested they both take frequent AIDS tests so he could indulge unprotected. He knew he was gambling with his life, but Entice had him, and he couldn't let go.

He grunted, groaned, and humped her face until he busted off
into her mouth. The back of her neck was damp with sweat. He wiped his palms on the sheets, pulled her into him, and stroked her hair.

“Damn, Entice. When are you going to stop playing around and be my wife?” he asked.

Entice just laughed. “Let's see how things work out after we move into our new home. If our relationship stays the same, then we'll do this.”

“Let daddy take a nap before we continue. Just watching you climb up and down that pole wore me out.”

“Listen, Merc, I have to go to the club tonight.”

Merciless released his embrace on her. “Why?”

“I want to pick up my belongings.”

“Don't leave—”

Entice kissed his mouth shut. “You have to give me time to tie up some loose ends. Give me one week. We'll be in the new place. I will never go back to the club again, and all three of my private clients will be history.” She pulled him out of the bed and gave him a big hug. “Now, come help me get cleaned up.”

“Lovey, how do I look?” Guy asked.

Delilah looked at Guy and smiled. “You look so good I almost don't want to let you go,” she responded. “I think you should take off those dress shoes. Throw on those Louis Vuitton sneakers you have that look like Air Force Ones. You will be upset if you go in there and everyone has on sneakers and you're wearing dress shoes.”

Guy changed his shoes, walked into the closet, and opened his safe. From a wooden watch case that contained over one dozen
watches, he retrieved a diamond-encrusted Jacob watch with an orange band that matched his orange rugby. He took off his Breitling watch and put it in the case. He put on a thin chain that had diamonds in between each link, grabbed a thick wad of money, and locked the safe.

He walked behind his wife as she sat at her vanity and gave her a tight hug and a wet kiss.

“Never cut your hair, Delilah, or I will leave you,” he joked, then grabbed the brush out of her hands.

As he brushed her hair, she thought about how lucky she was. He was good-looking, intelligent, and a street-made millionaire. He had a light brown complexion and was tall and slim with dark brown eyes. He had brown hair and sported a five-o'clock shadow.

Once he was finished brushing her hair, he kissed the top of her head.

“All right, Delilah. I'm out. Don't wait up. I'm going to be in late,” he said.

“Behave,” she said in a slick tone.

“You don't have to tell me that. I don't even want to go. You know it's Jamaine's birthday.”

Delilah watched her husband walk out of their room through the mirror on her vanity and continued brushing her hair. She worked the wig brush against her long mane for fifteen minutes before she wrapped and pinned it up. She pictured her husband standing behind her, as he often did when she was about to wrap her hair at night, running his fingers through it and massaging her shoulders. They were madly in love. She cut off the light and didn't think twice about Guy's night out with the guys.

T
wenty minutes later Guy and three of his boys strutted into the smoke-filled club and took a seat at the long bar, which
had a huge stage with three poles behind it. The music was extremely loud, with too much bass. But the drunk birthday boy, Jamaine, could be heard over everything, and as the night went on he became more and more obnoxious. Guy and his boys bought bottle after bottle of champagne, even though Guy drank nothing but Heineken.

Jamaine slid a twenty under the bottom of a stripper's shorts and tried to grab her vagina. That was their first warning from security. Any additional behavior that security or the club owners found unacceptable would get them ejected from the club.

“Fuck that. It's my fuckin’ birthday!” Jamaine repeated several times that night.

Guy called over a cute petite stripper wearing a SpongeBob bra-and-boy-shorts set that looked like it could fit a five-year-old. The bottom of her round breasts showed from under the small top, and her boy shorts covered only the top half of her ass cheeks.

Guy tapped her lightly and said, “Sweetheart, do you think you could take my boy up into the VIP? It's his birthday.”

She smiled and blew a big yellow bubble that popped. “That's seventy-five dollars for a lap dance,” she said, then chomped on the wad again, preparing to make another big bubble.

“Here's a hundred and fifty.” Guy winked, handing her the money.

The girl grabbed Jamaine by his arm and took him to an open section in the club that was filled with what looked like restaurant booths, but they were each enclosed with half doors. She swung open the door to one of the booths, sat Jamaine down, and began to ride him and whisper into his ear. His boys cheered him on from the sidelines. This was the first time Jamaine had closed his mouth for the entire night. He stared at her as she twisted and turned on his lap. All of her gyrating made him horny and nauseous
at once. He began to meet her movements with slight humping motions. The stripper could feel his penis stiffening up, and blew a bubble that popped in his face.

“Go ahead, birthday boy, you can dance with me. But don't touch me or my uncle will have to hurt you,” she said as she pointed to the three bouncers who stood outside the booth area.

Just then the MC's voice came over the speaker louder than life and drowned the music out.

“Make sure you have your paper ready, because we have a sweet treat coming onto the stage tonight,” the emcee said. “This is her farewell performance. Dig into your pockets and give a warm welcome and a warmer farewell to Entice.”

The regulars in the clubs banged their glasses and bottles against the bar with excitement. She walked slowly onto the stage and seductively surveyed her audience, searching for her victim. R. Kelly's “Seems Like You're Ready” began to pound through the loudspeakers, and everybody watched as she took the pole. She climbed it with ease, as if she were simply walking up a hill. Then Entice worked that pole like she was caught in the
Matrix.
All conversations stopped. The bartenders stopped making their drinks and watched in awe as she climbed up the pole and performed seductive acrobatics on it.

Her upper-body strength could be compared to that of a bodybuilder, but her body still remained as feminine as a ballerina's. She hung upside down and held on to the pole with her hands, letting her head dangle as she opened her legs wide into a split. She looked around the bar in this overturned position until she spotted him. She locked her legs around the pole, grabbed her breasts, and slowly sucked on her nipples. Then she flipped herself right side up, climbed to the top of the pole, and came down full speed, at what seemed like forty miles per hour, and landed in a split.

The entire club went into an uproar. A variety of bills from ones to hundreds were thrown at her upon completion of her dance. She walked and shoved the scattered bills into her copper pouch. She stopped in front of each person at the bar and let them stick their bill of choice into her top. Her last stop was in front of Guy and his crew. She whispered into the bartender's ear and had him help her up on the bar. She walked directly in front of Guy as the bartender used his forearm to shove all of the glasses to the side. He wiped the area clean where she stood and placed a fresh Heineken in front of Guy. She squatted in front of him, directly over his bottle, and looked into his eyes.

Damn, this bitch is fine. Why did she have to bring her fat ass in front of me?
he thought nervously. He reached for his drink, but before he could grab it, she quickly squatted farther down, onto the neck of his freshly opened bottle, letting it penetrate her. Security gathered around as she lay on her back and spread her legs in front of Guy's face. She clasped her hands behind her head and eased the Heineken bottle inside of her using nothing but her vaginal muscles. As it slid farther and farther in, the beer inside looked like it was being guzzled by her furry lips. The bottle went down until a quarter of an inch of it could be seen, and suddenly it slowly began to emerge from her insides and rolled down the bar.

She stood up and glided her hips and waistline like an Indian belly dancer. More money was thrown on the stage at her. Once the music stopped she lay back in her spot as Jamaine made his way to the bar. She spread-eagled, and the beer gushed out of her vagina like a waterfall and splattered all over Jamaine and his boys. Men clapped, yelled, and banged on the bar. Jamaine rubbed the vagina-tainted beer all over his face and licked his hands.

Guy was flabbergasted and aroused all at one time. The beer drops that splatted on his chin dripped onto the bar. He cleared
his throat and looked away from Entice as she dismounted the bar top, escorted by two big beefy bouncers, and walked all the way around it to collect money once again. Guy's boys yelled and gave one another pounds.

When she reached Guy and his crew she stopped and smiled. He automatically reached into his pocket, pulled out two fifties, and gave them to her.

“Hi,” she said. “I heard someone over here is having a birthday.”

Jamaine pushed Guy aside and stepped into her face. “That would be me,” he slurred.

“Happy birthday.” She smiled. Then she moved closer to Guy and whispered in his ear, “I'd rather celebrate with you. Come with me.”

“It's my boy's birthday,” Guy said. “Why don't you take him? My treat?”

“Let me find out, you pussy. What? Delilah got a Lojack on your dick? Go get your lap dance on,” Guy's boy Rome said.

“You gotta live, son; go do it,” his other boy Jay said.

“Fuck that! It's my birthday,” Jamaine said.

“Come on. It will only be a few minutes,” Entice said as she smiled shyly.

Reluctantly Guy got up and followed her. “Why me?” he said in her ear as she led them to the back of the club.

“Because you looked the least intrigued. Entice lives up to her name. You seem like a challenge.”

They went into a room. She closed the door and the music became muffled.

“What's your name?” she asked him.

“Guy.”

This is him,
she confirmed in her head.
He's cute. Seems decent enough. I can't imagine what Teesa has in store for him.

“Well, I'm Entice, of course. What's a guy like you doing in a
place like this, Guy?” she said as she rubbed the imprint his penis made in his jeans and stared into his eyes.

His voice cracked when he talked. He felt like a child on his first day of school. “It's my man's birthday,” he replied.

She got up, turned her back to him. Guy grabbed his penis through his pants and squeezed it tightly. Her ass was unreal. Her cheeks were as round as her breasts. Her big chocolate-covered apple gleamed at him. She stood against the wall and spread her arms and legs out like she was being frisked and began to let her cheeks flow. They rippled slowly, like waves in a calm river. As she rolled them, her peach scent floated into his nostrils and tickled his larynx. Guy fought the feeling, but couldn't help but put his hand into his pants and masturbate quick and hard. He called his wife's name softly.

“Stand up and put it on the crack of my ass,” Entice ordered him.

Without hesitation, Guy stood up and placed his rock-hard piece on the top of her ass crack. As soon as it touched her, she spread her ass cheeks open and let the bottom portion of his dick rest inside. She clinched her cheeks together, grabbed his hand, placed it onto her clitoris, and humped his fingers. She contracted her ass muscles each time she ran her clitoris over his hand. She called out his name in a faint whisper with each movement.

This shit shouldn't take long at all,
she thought.
I could probably be back to Merciless within the hour. I hope he's asleep. His dick is too big, and he can go all night.