Page 1 of When You Dance
PROLOGUE
JAMEL
Iwalked into Club Onyx and was in my element. Ass was shaking and pussy was popping. I had a stack, ready to blow. Arrow nodded repeatedly as he said, “Hell yeah. We in this thing tonight.”
I had to agree. Everybody seemed to be in a zone. The vibe was chill and sexy as fuck. It was different tonight. They weren’t on no Uncle Luke, “Pop that Pussy” shit. The music was screwed slightly, making it a little slower than normal. I finally recognized it as “Oochie Wally” by Nas and the Bravehearts. Lap dances were happening all over the place. Shiiiid, it was one step away from being a damn orgy in this muthafucka.
Niggas were sucking titties, and bitches were bumping pussies. My shit was getting hard just watching. When we finally found seats, we chilled out and watched the action for a minute. After a waitress came and got our drink orders, a woman approached Arrow. “Damn, you sexy, daddy. You want a lap dance, baby?”
He licked his lips as he stared at her for a moment. “Naw, I’ma pass, lil mama, but my boy may want one.”
He knew my type… or what was typically my type. She was slender and had modest curves. She was cute in the face too. He liked them a lot thicker, maybe twice this woman’s size or more. She looked over at me and smiled. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a second choice, but I looked her from head to toe and back up then licked my lips. Her nipples seemed to harden even more under my intense gaze.
“What’s up, sexy? You want a dance?”
I gave her a head nod as I bit my bottom lip. She smiled slightly, then turned her back to me as the song changed to “Dance On Me” by GoldLink. She started rolling her hips and twerking her ass as I watched. She glanced at me as she bent over, giving me a view of her fat pussy. That shit was glistening, and I couldn’t help but grab my dick. He was getting excited for nothing. I liked being teased, but that only prepared me for the main event. Somebody would be coming to my place between tonight and tomorrow.
She turned back to me and immediately straddled me, grinding her pussy on me like she was trying to reach her orgasm. “You can touch me, baby. I don’t mind.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I immediately brought my hands to her ass and gripped it. Her nipples were right in my face, but I wasn’t trying to suck on that shit. Another nigga’s dried up saliva could have been on that shit. She brought her hand to my neck then slid it up to my beard. I quickly grabbed her by the wrist. I didn’t let all these random hoes play in my beard, fucking my shit up. She had to really be special for me to let shit like that ride.
She gave me a slight smile and only grinded harder. I was done. She was sexy, but her skills weren’t that great. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a bill, a hundred to be exact. “A’ight, lil mama. ’Preciate you, baby.”
She smiled big and took my money. I downed my drink as Arrow stared at me. When I looked at him, he said, “A hundred dollars?”
“Yeah, so she would get the fuck on. My expectations were too high.”
“I hope y’all enjoying Sultry Saturday in Club Onyx! We have a treat for y’all right now. All lap dances are going on pause. I need y’all to turn your muthafucking attention to this stage for Obsession!”
The announcer had cleared everybody out of the damn room. I was ready, too, because this dancer had to be A-1 for her to have a spot like this. When Tank’s “When You Dance” started to play and she slithered to the stage, I was immediately mesmerized. Her dark skin, clothed in yellow lingerie and gold heels had me fiending for something I’d never had. “Shit,” Arrow mumbled.
I couldn’t even find my damn voice. The way she glided on the stage and around that pole had niggas standing to their feet, throwing bands on the stage. What I found intriguing was the masquerade mask she wore. I couldn’t see her face, but her long, waist-length soft locs, perfect titties and ass, and pouty lips had me scooting to the edge of my seat.
After coming out of her heels, she did fucking acrobatics on that damn pole, then fell to the floor in a split. When she lifted her bottom like she was about to do a handstand, giving us all the view we really wanted, I nearly came on myself. She went on her toes like a ballerina as she began utilizing the entire stage. I was surprised she took off her heels. That was usually the one thing theydidn’ttake off. She seemed so unlike the other women.Classy.No one was allowed to get too close unless she beckoned them to her.
Her hands caressed her body, and her eyes closed for a moment, symbolizing that she was enjoying her body as much as we were. As she slid the lingerie off, I nearly drooled over her perfect nipples… her entire body was perfect. The flower tattoos at her pelvis and down her left leg only added to her sex appeal.
I grabbed my dick as it throbbed. I felt like I was about to blast off in my pants, especially when she slid her hand to her pussy and then brought it to her mouth. When the song ended and she finished her routine, the club went up in applause. The money flying to the stage was ridiculous. I swallowed hard as I walked closer and threw the entire band on stage. Yeah. A thousand dollars. When I did, we somehow made eye contact. I couldn’t look away until she did.
She gave me a soft smile and picked it up, her eyes on mine. It was something slightly familiar about her, but I didn’t dwell too much on that since she wore a mask, concealing her identity. When she looked away and left the stage, I couldn’t help but hold my position until she was out of sight.
As I made my way back to my seat, I knew I would be coming here as often as possible to see her dance. “Nigga, you good? You gave her the whole band!”
“I’m good. I can go home now. I don’t know who the fuck she is, but ain’t nobody gon’ outdo her in my eyes.”
“You leaving for real?” Arrow asked.
“After I have another drink.”
“Damn. A’ight. Well, I’ma hang around for a minute. What if she comes out to do lap dances or something? What about seeing if you can get a private dance?”
“She wouldn’t let anyone get close to the stage. You actually think she’s gonna be walking around here giving lap dances? I doubt that shit very seriously, but I’ll ask.”
I went to the bar to get another drink and took my chances asking the bartender. After giving her my drink order, I asked, “Is Obsession giving private dances?”
She chuckled and said, “Naw. Obsession don’t do private dances or mingle amongst the commoners.” She chuckled again. “She only dances on Friday and Saturday nights. As much as she makes, that’s the only nights she ever has to work.”
I turned my back to her, glancing around the club, wondering if I could get a way in. “What about private parties away from the club?”
