Take Money Mistress (15 page)

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She has forgiven me. I love her and I want to make her my wife. Please, say you won’t have a problem with Jr. being a part of it.”

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No, that’s not a problem.”

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You are welcome to come. He’s your son too.”

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No, I’ll be fine with seeing the pictures.” Alexandria felt sick to her stomach and Timmy could see it on her face.

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Are you okay?”

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Yes. I just remembered that I used to think it would me and you forever. But, I know my part now. It was hard to see back then.” Alexandria fought back a tear.

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You know I never gave you any hopes of anything more. I can’t say that I wish it never happened because I love my son more than the air I breathe, but I wish we had a relationship and not just sex. I shouldn’t have encouraged that behavior and I’m sorry for my part that I played.”

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You don’t have to apologize. I’m the girl that gets what she wants. I wanted you, so I’m all good.” Alexandria finally smiled.

Timmy shook his head as he quickly thought back to how good sex was with Alexandria. He was happy that his son returned just in time because reminiscing like that could only lead to trouble.

Alexandria sat on her couch wondering why she still had feelings for Timmy. They resurfaced when he said he was getting married. She wondered if it was love or just the fact that everybody around her was in love. Timmy was back with Megan and getting married, she hardly spent time with Liz and Sofia anymore because they both were with their dudes all the time.

At that moment, she really missed Curtis. She felt a tear come to her eye as she thought about how he would never let her strip for money. Whatever she needed, he provided. She walked over to her bar and poured a drink. She drank the whole shot down in one gulp. It burnt when it went down, so she made a funny face. Alexandria felt alone and was scared that she would never love somebody like she loved Curtis.

It was hard to find a man that had bank like Curtis and once you were used to having it all, it was hard lowering your standards and settling for a man with hardly any bank. Money wasn’t everything, but Alexandria felt it was a damn good start at getting everything she wanted. So, a man that couldn’t provide for her wasn’t on her level and got no play.

Chapter Nineteen

Alexandria was happy about the party that night. She couldn’t wait to see how much she would make. Juicy told her that the party was for some hustlers she knew from NYC, but they sold their shit locally. They sounded like they had money to blow, so Alexandria had dollar signs in her eyes as she thought about how much they would tip.

She wore a white lace bra that you could see her nipples through with a white lace thong that tied on her hips. She had on six inch white high heels. Over it, she wore a Dolce & Gabbana white dress. She put her engagement ring on with a silver necklace. She sprayed
Heat
by Beyoncé all over her body and looked in the mirror to confirm that she looked good.

A few minutes after combing through her long, blonde hair, Juicy called to let her know she was outside. She wore her hair curly and it was full of body as it bounced.

Juicy unlocked her door to let Alexandria in. “You look good, bitch!” She smiled with an approving stare.

“As do you!” Alexandria giggled.

Juicy wore a brown tube dress, gold jewelry, and gold heels. She had Victoria’s Secret body spray on and she knew the hustlers at the party would go crazy over it. The party was about forty-five minutes away. Terrell, the host, also the head nigga in charge, lived in PG County.

While pulling up to the house, Alexandria already knew they had money to blow. The house was big and all the cars lined up in front of the house were top dollar ones.

“We’re about to make this money, bitch!” Juicy told Alexandria.

“Yes, we are!”

They stepped out of the car looking sexy. Alexandria had a Louis Vuitton duffle bag to put her clothes in and had a few things to go along with her outfit.

“Put my purse in there, please.” Juicy put her keys in her purse and handed it to Alexandria.

“I got you.” Alexandria put her purse in her duffle bag.

Juicy led them to the door and when she rung the door bell, Terrell greeted her. “Juicy! What’s up, shorty? You’re looking good.”

“Thank you, yo. This shit is fat.” She was talking about his house. “This is my girl, Lexxxie.”

“Hi, shorty. You sexy, yo. Get y’all fine asses in here,” Terrell said while looking them both up and down like he wanted to fuck.

Terrell met Juicy when he first came to Maryland about five years prior at the club where she danced before Tasty Ladies. He liked her style, so every time he had a party with strippers he hit her up.

“Where can we get dressed?”

“Follow me.” Terrell led them to his bedroom and left them alone to get dressed.

“You got music to dance to or you gon’ dance to what I got?” Alexandria asked.

“I’ll dance to what you got.”

“Cool.” Alexandria pulled a CD with a mixture of songs on it from her duffle bag.

Once Juicy got out of her dress, she wore a black and red titty out babydoll lingerie that had red leather that fastened over her nipples, her thong was black and had a red strap of leather that fastened over her pussy lips with a zipper. She wore red high heels to set it off.

Once they walked downstairs, Juicy called out to Terrell. She gave him the CD and when she heard
Drop It Like It’s Hot
by Snoop Dogg echo throughout the house, Alexandria walked in the living room where all the hustlers were.

She walked over to Terrell and dropped down to the floor and as she came up, she grinded her ass on his dick. It quickly grew hard, and she turned toward him and jumped in his arms. She took her bra off and let it hit the floor while bouncing her titties in his face. Terrell buried his face in her titties. She jump down and moved her hips from side to side while keeping up with the beat. He had a handful of hundred dollar bills and made them rain over Alexandria. She picked up the money and put it into her garter as she moved on to the next nigga. There were eight of them and they all were eager to feel on some ass and titties. The next nigga had twenties and fifties. She didn’t mind, money was money. She bent over and made her ass clap. He grabbed a handful of her ass and almost busted a nut in his pants from how soft and round it was.

By the time the third song played, she was on to the third nigga and as the next song started, Juicy came out. They all went crazy and all dicks were hard just from the sight of her body and outfit. She started with Terrell, being that he had the most bank. She grinded her body on him and slid down to the floor. She laid on her back as she spread her legs wide. Everybody in the room gathered around, including Alexandria. Juicy slid her finger down to her pussy and played with herself, and money fell all around her like rain. Alexandria helped Juicy to her feet and they both danced together. They were bouncing titties and ass dropping for an hour.

After they danced, they went back to Terrell’s room to get dressed. Juicy went into the bathroom to clean up, especially since she had her fingers in her pussy. Before freshening up and getting dressed, Alexandria counted her money and had a little over fifteen hundred. She smiled wide. Then, she hit the jackpot because she tripped and kicked the bottom drawer next to Terrell’s bed. When she looked down at the nightstand, she realized there was money sticking out the top of the drawer. She opened it and money was stuffed inside of the drawer along with a gun and drugs.

Terrell didn’t have time to put everything in his safe because when he was counting it, he heard Juicy at the door. He finished counting it and stuck it in the bottom drawer.

Alexandria fingered through the money and took a fistful of hundreds. She figured as sloppy as it was in the drawer, Terrell probably didn’t count it and wouldn’t know it was missing.

After everybody left the party, Terrell was drunk, high, and horny. His wife was gone to her sister’s house for the weekend, so he figured he might as well lay it down since he was tired and she wasn’t there to fuck him. He decided to put his money and drugs into the safe before he fell asleep. Once in his room, he pulled everything out of the bottom of his nightstand. He put the drugs into a pile, and then counted through the money.

Terrell’s body turned hot when anger took over him. He stood to his feet and scratched his temple. He counted the money once more and was off by seventy-one hundred dollars. He walked over to his dresser and looked at a piece of paper that he scribbled the total on just to be sure he wasn’t tripping. He counted the money once again and subtracted what he had in his hand from what he had on the paper, and was sure of how much that was missing.

“What the fuck?” he screamed out. He paced back and forth. “I know that bitch Juicy ain’t fucking around with my money. As much money I spend to see that ass get naked, how could she steal from me? She must have lost her fucking mind!”

Terrell walked over to his phone and when he called Juicy, she was knocked out. He called her twice more and she quickly answered the phone and went into the bathroom so that she didn’t wake her husband. Not looking at the caller ID because she figured the caller was family with an emergency, she answered in a panic.

“Hello.”

“Juicy, this Terrell.”

“Okay.” She paused a second.
What the fuck is this nigga blowing up my phone for
? she thought. “What’s going on?”

“
Bitch!” Terrell yelled into the phone. “Are you fucking with my money? You know I will fuck you up!”

Juicy looked at the phone with wide eyes. She put it back up to her ear, and said, “Nigga, what the fuck I look like? You already know I get paid. I don’t need your fucking money.”

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Don’t fucking play with me. Money is money and you can always use more. Either you got it, or that bitch you brought here got it. Either way, somebody better come up with my shit by tomorrow or it won’t be fucking pretty.”

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Look, Terrell, I’ll ask Lexxxie about it in the morning, but she making good money too. I don’t see her doing shit like that.”

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Get me my money tomorrow!”

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I got…” Before she could finish what she was saying, Terrell hung up in her ear.

For a moment, she feared what Terrell would do because he had go hard connections all over. He had niggas that would fuck up a bitch within the blink of an eye. Juicy was so pissed off that she almost called Alexandria right away. She couldn’t believe she had a bitch like her around her daughter and in her house. She thought if a bitch would go as far as stealing from somebody, she was a grimy ass bitch. Juicy was so heated that when she went back to bed, she couldn’t get back to sleep. She had one thing on her mind and that was finding out what the fuck went down with Terrell’s money.

Chapter Twenty

The following morning, Juicy was at Alexandria’s front door bright and early. She knocked at the door four times before Alexandria got out of her comfortable bed to see who was there. When she looked out of the peephole, she was taken aback because Juicy didn’t call to say she would stop by.

She opened the door, and said, “What’s up? Is everything alright?”

Juicy slapped Alexandria with full force and raised her voice. “I’m gon’ ask you one fucking time, did you take Terrell’s money?”

Alexandria hesitated. Juicy already knew the answer from the expression on her face. Alexandria didn’t bother to swing back because she knew she was wrong for fucking around with Terrell’s money. “Look, I took it, but I’m a single mother. I gotta look out for me and my son. It’s dirty money, anyway. He can make that shit back with no problem.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you hear what you are saying? Money is money. It doesn’t matter if it was earned easily or not, you still work hard for your shit to let a smut bitch like you take it.”

“Damn, you act like it was your money. If you gon’ talk to me like that, you can get the fuck out!” Alexandria matched her tone.

“Terrell wants that shit back today, so if you don’t give it to me right now, I will fuck you up! I’ll be damned if I pay that nigga a dime outta my money.”

“I’m not giving you shit. I need that money!”

“If you don’t give me the money, I’m gon’ send Terrell right to your fucking door to handle your ass!”

“Fuck you and Terrell. I ain’t scared of him!”

Juicy walked toward the door to let herself out and Alexandria walked behind her to lock the door. After opening the door, Juicy turned toward Alexandria and looked her up and down. She punched her in the face and Alexandria tried to swing back that time, but her son stood behind her screaming.

“Mommy, are you okay?” he cried out because he was scared.

Alexandria tended to her son while letting that shit slide. She was steaming hot and wanted to fuck Juicy up for hitting her twice. “Mommy’s okay, honey.” She rushed over to him and picked him up into a hug.