Page 7 of Mister President

“Man, say,” David started, and I already knew he was about to be on some bullshit. “I need ’bout two of these bitches in a private room expeditiously. A nigga ain’t fucked in ’bout a week, and I got a lot of nut to put in they asses.”

All I could do was shake my head at his dumb ass because he was dead serious. That was his way of ensuring he didn’t get the wrong woman pregnant, and I was grateful for that. The last thing the world needed was a mini him running around. David was loyal to his family and friends, but he treated women like shit. For that reason, I kept him at a distance. That was also why I wasn’t as close to him and Malik as Neko was back in the day.

If a man didn’t treat his woman well and she had more to offer him than I did, I could only imagine how he’d betray me if given the chance.

Our appetizers hadn’t even arrived yet and strippers had already migrated to our section. I welcomed the entertainment since it was one of my favorite forms. Asses rippled and cash rained for about four songs before I felt a shift in the atmosphere. When the naked women that had been dancing forus parted like the Red Sea, I knew the reason before I saw it. Or should I say her…

5

Amanda

I wasout with my favorite cousin and best friend when Ronnie, one of the bartenders atThe Black Diamond, sent me a video of some dancers getting paid off my baby daddy. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but I didn’t like one of them hos, and I wasn’t about to let him help her pay her bills. She called herself The Beast because of her dancing skills; however, the name worked for her ugly ass face too. I’d give it to her, though; her body was bad as hell. That body was the reason a lot of niggas would get drunk until her face didn’t look like theirs.

Since my girls and I were just a block away, I decided to pull up on them. By the time we arrived, the girls were down to their skin, and their VIP section was covered in bills… none of which were less than a twenty. That was what I loved about Elias. When he came through, he made sure the girls left with more than enough.

At the sight of me, he grinned as his legs opened and closed. Lowering myself to his ear, I asked, “If you wanted a dance, why didn’t you call me?”

Elias’s hands slid up the back of my thighs up to my ass. “I was trying to give you a break.”

“C’mere,” I commanded, lifting him from his seat with a gentle tug on his hand.

“We wanna see too,” West said with a smile, and that was only to get under Elias’s skin. He’d always been respectful and never looked my way when I used to dance. David and a few more of their friends were a different story.

“You want to bless your boys with me?” I asked, gripping his hardened dick.

“Hell nah. You know I never liked to share.”

That was true. Though he respected who I was and what I did, Elias was possessive as hell when we were together. He let me dance and make my money, but if he ever felt like something more was going on, he gave me hell. My guilt used to make me try to find any way possible to shift the blame onto him, but Elias had every reason to believe I was up to no good while at work because, a lot of times, I was.

My smile was comfortable as I led him out of their section. The Beast glared at me so hard I felt her eyes on me, but when I looked in her direction, she turned away. It didn’t take long for me to secure a private room for us with the boss, and when we were finally alone, Elias pulled me into his arms.

“I missed you,” he said, lowering his hands to my ass.

“Did you miss me or my pussy?”

“Both.”

With a quiet chuckle, I gently pushed him away. Unlike the club, the private rooms were brightly lit and decorated like small sitting rooms. Each room had a pole and sofa that doubled as a bed. We used to have guards on both ends of the floor, but they were gone now, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It seemed like the boss was getting laxed and less concerned about the treatment of his girls behind closed doors. Aside from memaking seven figures, I also quit for my safety and health. Every time I came through these days, I was reminded that I made the right decision.

Though I loved stripping and dancing in general, nothing could make me come back to the club. Between my classes, online and in person, my dance team, and the workshops I did for women who wanted to learn from one of the best in Rose Valley Hills, that itch was scratched on the regular.

After sitting Elias down in the center of the cream sofa, I walked over to the entertainment section to cut on some music. There were several different kinds of playlists automatically cued on the Bluetooth speaker, courtesy of the DJ. I settled on the one labeled Old School Sexy, and the first song to play was “Inside My Love.” It wasn’t something I would have danced to at the club, but it was perfect for Elias.

I turned into a different version of myself when I danced for him. I didn’t want to just create a fantasy for him or empty his pockets; I wanted to satisfy him and leave him craving no one but me. A combination of pole and floorwork had his mouth slightly open as he sat on the edge of his seat watching me. A lot of dancers loved working the pole, but floorwork was my favorite. It allowed me to tease men more. It allowed me to pleasure myself more.

As I alternated between winding my hips, thrusting forward, and patting my pussy, I gripped my neck. My pussy was soaking wet at that point, and there was no doubt in my mind I could make Elias give me that dick if I wanted him to. Standing, I walked over and gave him a lap dance that ended with me completely naked and holding my ankles while he ate my pussy.

I would brag on Elias’s dick in a minute, but his mouth and fingers were divine too. He’d learned my body over the years and introduced me to parts of my pussy no other man had ever touched. Damn a G-spot. Elias pleasured my A-spot, U-spot,and O-spot too. That was why I didn’t give a damn what people thought about me still sleeping with my baby daddy. Shit, if he made them as wet as he made me and made them cum as many times as he’d made me, I was sure they’d still be fucking his fine ass too.

His hands kept my body bent as his tongue curled across my U-spot. It was just under my clit, and every time he applied pleasure there, I’d leak. My nectar literally dripped onto him as he moaned, and I panted. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I begged him to make me cum. Elias licked from my clit to my asshole before fucking me with his tongue and sucking my clit until I came twice. By then, my legs were too weak for me to maintain that position.

As I turned to face him, he sat back on the sofa as he wiped his saturated face.

“You gon’ have my baby?” he asked, voice low and husky.

As much as I wanted to, I shook my head. Mama’s words were still at the forefront of my mind, reminding me that this was all I was worth to him—pussy and my womb.

Elias chuckled with a shake of his head. “I ain’t fucking you then, but you can swallow my seeds since you’on want ’em in you.”

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