Street Chronicles Girls in the Game (26 page)

Guy was in a trance. Everything about her enticed him. Her scent made him harder; her ass felt so warm, so soft and good. Not even a minute passed before Guy jumped back and splatted cum all over the wall. Ashamed, he placed his forehead against the wall and looked down at his penis, which was hardening again. She walked over to him and rubbed his back.

“Guy, I am retiring next week, and I want you to take me out. Do you think we could try this somewhere more intimate? There is something about you. I need more. You can choose the place.”

Guy looked up at her and couldn't look away. She was gorgeous, exotic, and built like a stallion. She looked like a black Hawaiian. He licked his lips and couldn't believe what he was about to fix his mouth to say.

“I can't. Sorry, but I'm married.”

“Well, think about it. That Heineken bottle and your penis are about the same size. I don't want a relationship. I just want to fuck you.” She went into her copper satin pouch and pulled out a card. “Call me, please. I really want you to be my last client.”

Guy went into his pocket, pulled out four damp hundred-dollar bills, and placed them in her hand.

“Next week. Wednesday. No fee. My last fuck in this game is on me. Clean yourself up, Guy. I'm headed home.”

She kissed him on the forehead and, with that, strolled out and had a security guard escort her to the back of the club, where she cleaned out her locker and bade her coworkers farewell. Once the bouncers seated her safely in her truck, she called Teesa, who was in bed next to a sleeping Trey. Her cell phone buzzed on his dresser. She scooped it up and glanced at the number before she answered.

“Hey,” Teesa said into the phone.

“Hey, T He's as good as mine. I hit him with the special, and he is open. I'll call you when he calls me.”

“Thanks, girl. I owe you one.” She quietly snapped the phone closed and laid it back down. She looked at Trey, who hadn't budged. She snuggled close to him and went back to sleep.

Entice snapped her phone closed, then drove off.

Guy was still back in the private room trying to gather his
thoughts. When he finally made his way back to the bar, his boys wanted to know what took place. Even strangers crowded around him.

“Duke,” Rome yelled beyond excited. “What the fuck happened back there, cuz-o?”

Guy didn't know where to begin, but he started nonetheless. “She stood against the wall like I was five-O and spread everything,” Guy reminisced. “She ain't have no clothes on.”

“She has the ass of life, son,” Jay added.

“Yo, shut the fuck up and let the nigga tell it. What happened next?” Jamaine demanded.

“Well, son, she stood against that wall and her ass cheeks looked like they were doing the snake. They weren't clappin'. They were like water in a wave pool. That was fuckin’ incredible, yo.” At this point in his recounting of events, he became embarrassed and changed his story. “Then she danced for me. I paid her and she left.”

“That's it? You ain't get your man buffed, nigga?”

“Nah,” Guy said.

His tale was interrupted by the club's emcee, who introduced the next dancer onstage. It was the stripper who wore the fitted SpongeBob underwear, who had given Jamaine his lap dance. As she stepped on the stage he started yelling loudly. He stepped up on his chair and walked on top of the bar in her direction. The club's bouncers thrashed him in the back of the legs and he fell down face-first on the bar and chipped his tooth. They dragged him out the front of the club and left him on the curb, bleeding and cursing. Guy and his boys followed behind, laughing hysterically. They'd all figured this was how the night was going to end, as intoxicated and obnoxious as he became. They all helped to scoop their boy up off the ground, and Jay drove him home.

Guy strolled in at two o'clock in the morning. Without fully undressing, he slid into the bed, grabbed his wife by the ass, and fucked the shit out of her.

Meanwhile, the person responsible for Guy's wanting his wife so badly, Entice, had tiptoed into Merciless's home about an hour earlier. She had showered without waking him, pulled on one of his T-shirts, and fell asleep. By two thirty he was on her back, making passionate love to her.

Entice faked her moans and gritted her teeth through her groans and overdid her orgasms, all three of them. She felt numbness as he pumped his narrow frame in and out of her. Could she withstand this to get out of the game? It wasn't just him who didn't arouse her; it was any man. She played her position until they both fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

Monday morning came quicker than Entice would have liked. She spent the entire weekend with Merc picking out furniture for their new home, and she escorted him to a concert he had in Massachusetts. The movers came and delivered most of her belongings to her new home. A second set of movers came and removed all of the furniture from her duplex, which she decided to donate to charity. She called her first client, Senator Darrel A. Binton.

“Hey, Darrel. Can you talk?” she said.

“Let me call you right back from my cell phone. We are still on for our two-o'clock, aren't we?” he asked.

“Yes, we are. As a matter of fact, we will speak then.”

“Very well.”

It was ten thirty in the morning. The senator usually liked for her to be there the night before, so no one could make a connection, but she was tied up with Merc. She arrived at the hotel at eleven fifteen a.m. She arranged for a wake-up call at one forty-five p.m. so she could be ready. Darrel was one of her favorites. He rarely wanted sex, wasn't married, and treated her like royalty. She had gone on countless vacations with him. She sighed as she remembered the vacation where Teesa threatened to leave her if she didn't allow her to come along. So while Darrel was out on business, Entice was spending time with Teesa. They went shopping at Entice's expense, and Teesa stayed in the same hotel. Several nights during their weeklong stay, after Entice would dance for Darrel and he would fall asleep, she went upstairs and made passionate love to Teesa.

After reminiscing for a while about her and Teesa, Entice fell asleep until she received her wake-up call. When the phone rang she got up and unlocked her side of the door. She and Darrel had connecting rooms, as they did every Monday afternoon. He was a $2,500 call, and was responsible for paying her tuition for the two years she had been dancing for him. She closed the curtains over the window, making sure they omitted all light. In the bathroom the light shone brightly as she rubbed herself down with a foamy soap and started a steaming hot bath. By the time she filled it to the top, she could hear the lock to the adjoining room click, and she shut the light in the bathroom off. No sooner had she done so than Darrel walked into the room.

“Entice, sweetie, I am here, and I purchased something really nice for you,” he said.

“I'm in the bathroom. Come in here, Darrel.”

When Darrel walked into the pitch-black bathroom he was in total shock. He dropped to the floor the jewelry box he carried in
his hands and ripped his baseball cap off of his head. Entice seemed to be standing in midair and was glowing bright green from hair to toe. She began to seductively slither from side to side, clasping her hands above her head and rolling her neck like an Indian princess. Darrel nearly tripped as he pulled his jeans off. He looked at her small waist and big thighs rolling around and around and began to lose control.

“Come here, Darrel,” she called softly.

He blindly felt his way around the bathroom and bumped into the sink. Using caution, she stepped down off of the bathtub and gave him a peck on the mouth. He gave her a strong embrace and she felt around for the glow-in-the-dark bubble bath on the sink. She poured some into her hands and jerked him off with it. He stood up and out in the darkness like Luke Skywalker's light saber. She led him out of the bathroom into the middle of the dark room, where he could see her fluorescent body and his glowing dick in the mirror, and she sucked him off.

She went with an extra vigor as her way of saying farewell, ignoring the awful soapy taste. He whimpered like a puppy and caressed and stroked her head as she worked. In no more than three minutes he was begging her to move so he could cum. Afterward he stretched her out on the bed and licked her soap-filled vagina until he made a few small suds.

Entice's body was filled with a sensual feeling that usually only a woman could give her. She was overwhelmed. From time to time good oral sex could take her there, no matter what the gender. She felt relieved after she quietly released onto his face.

Leading him back into the bathroom, she sat in the warm bathwater with him. He placed a flawless three-carat ring on her finger and called it a friendship ring.

“I just wanted you to know that I think you are special to me,” he said.

“Darrel,” Entice said sternly, “this is going to be the last time we see each other. I am not dancing anymore. This is our goodbye. I can't take this ring from you.”

Darrel's heart sank. He had made countless offers for her to stop dancing and let him take care of her, but she always refused.

“Entice, why? I mean, I have wanted you to leave that club for years now, but I didn't expect you to leave me as well. I know I pay to see you every week, but I thought we had something special. In my mind you don't perform for anyone else the way you do for me, and I know that holds some weight for you, too. I can tell by the way you look at me. The only reason I haven't tried to form some kind of commitment with you is because you won't allow it.”

Entice caressed him from behind and kissed his neck before responding.

“That would not be a good look for your career. Do you know what the press would do to you if they found out your wife was an ex-stripper? I will miss you, but all my numbers will be changed as of Wednesday. Please don't look for me. I want to start a new life, and I expect you to respect my decision.”

With that, she stepped out of the tub, dried off, and got dressed. The senator did the same. It was three fifteen in the afternoon, and he knew it would take him at least an hour to reach Connecticut from New Jersey.

“Entice, please keep the ring, and if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Entice watched him walk out of the door that led to his room in his fitted baseball hat, his white tee, and his Armani shades. If it weren't for how tightly his jeans fit, he would look straight out of the hood. He was never recognized when he came into New Jersey for their weekly encounters. She stared at the beautiful
Tiffany diamond that sat on her ring finger as the door slammed behind him. She felt good inside.

One down, two to go,
she thought.
I hope Joey's Italian-stallion ass will take it just as easy. I better get ready for school.

The next day Teesa was in a lower-Manhattan neighborhood commonly known as the Village. She entered a huge drugstore on Sixth Avenue and approached a salesclerk.

“Hi! Can you help me?” Teesa asked. “I'm going on vacation. I usually wax, but don't have the time. What brand of hair remover would you recommend? I want one that works fast.”

Without answering, the salesclerk walked past several aisles and handed her a tube of Nair. Teesa purchased ten tubes, then left the store. She looked at her watch. It was three forty-five p.m., so she slowed her pace as she made her way to West Fourth Street, where she stopped momentarily to watch a basketball tournament. After ten minutes she walked into one of the dorms at NYXJ. On the elevator she checked her watch and saw that it was four p.m. She'd made perfect time. She went straight to the fourth floor and tapped the first door to the left of the elevator.

“Who is it?” a female asked.

“Smurfette,” Teesa replied.

A young white girl with bleached-blond hair opened the door. “Come in,” she said.

Teesa stepped inside and looked around at all of the posters that covered the walls of the room. Although she considered herself a fan of all kinds of music, she didn't recognize any of the groups on the wall.

“Who sent you?” the girl asked Teesa.

“Bobby of Oh So Brooklyn Records.”

The girl smiled. “Tell Bob I said howdy. He used to be one of my regulars, but I haven't seen him in a gang of Sundays.” She handed Teesa a bag with six small round blue pills.

“Take one of these and you're good, one and a half and you're really good. That's three hundred.”

“Damn, why so much?” Teesa asked, twisting up her face.

“Because this Ecstasy is uncut. It's pure.”

Teesa stared at the tiny round blue pills in the bag and thought,
Uncut? This ain't no fuckin coke. Shit, she could tell my ass anything. I don't know shit about no fuckin X, and she probably knows that, too. Oh, well, I guess I have no choice.

L
ater that evening Guy stepped out of his bedroom with a small duffel bag and checked his watch. It was six fifteen p.m. He followed the soulful smell of his wife's cooking down into the kitchen, where she was standing in front of the stove.

“Lilac, I have some out-of-town business to take care of before we leave for our trip this weekend. I will be back tomorrow afternoon,” he said, scooping her hair out of the way and planting a kiss on her neck.

“Wednesday?” she questioned.

“Yep.”

“Try to be back as early as possible, because I want us to go pick up a few things for the trip before the mall closes tomorrow.”

“All right. I love you. I'm out.”

“Your ass ain't goin’ nowhere until you eat some of this food. It will be done in fifteen minutes.”

The couple ate and shared a warm embrace before Guy headed for the door.

“Remember, Guy, please be in here early, at least by three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.”

“Don't worry, Lilac, I will,” he said.

Three o'clock the next day came and passed and there was no sign of Guy. Delilah was furious.

I don't believe Guy,
she thought as she walked around the kitchen slamming pots and pans as she prepared their dinner.
I don't ask for much. He could have at least called to say he was going to be late.