Page 2 of When You Dance
“Boy, I doubt it. She’s a stripper, but sis is about her bag. That’s it. She don’t give a fuck about these niggas. She loves to dance and show off her body. She’s erotic, mysterious, and sexy, but hands off. If she ever does a private dance, I’ll be speechless for my entire shift. Here you go, baby,” she said as she slid my drink to me with a wink.
She was cute. I gave her a slight smile. “Thanks, baby.”
I vibed to “Let Me See It” by UGK as I drank my Crown Black. She slid me a card and said, “I do private parties if you’re ever in need of a bartender.”
I nodded as I picked up the card and stared at it. “Thank you… Leilani… wit’ yo’ fine ass.”
She blushed and went to her next customer. I flirted often, but I didn’t sell any falsehoods. If I called a woman fine or beautiful, then that was the truth. Staring at her name on the card for a moment, I slid it in my pocket. She was fine as hell, but I couldn’t stop my mind from going back to Obsession. I didn’t know how I was going to get her attention, but every weekend, I planned to be here for her show. She was their premier dancer, but I was going to show her that I was her premier fan. I wasn’t sure how I would do that without looking like a whole ass stalker, but I’d figure that shit out.
CHAPTER1
JAMEL
FIVE MONTHS LATER…
“Oh fuck! Dick me down, baby. Shit!”
I was dripping with sweat, putting work in. I had one of her legs over my shoulder as I straddled her other, beating that pussy like I knew she needed me to. My nut was chasing my ass down though. “Fuck! I’m about to nut.”
“Me too! Shit!” she screamed.
I released in the latex and closed my eyes. This shit had to stop. I pulled out of her as I said, “This has to be the last time, YoYo. This will hurt my mama if she ever found out.”
“I know. I’m sorry I’ve been hounding you about this. I wish that first time would have never happened. Then I wouldn’t know how strong that dick game is. Shit!”
I rolled my eyes at her theatrics as I chuckled. It had been nearly ten months since the last time we fucked, but I knew this had to be it. Yolanda was my mama’s best friend, and this shit just wasn’t right. DJ had warned me, and I chose to take heed to that warning. Plus, Obsession had me in a chokehold. I had been going to the club nearly every weekend, showing my face in time for her dance, then leaving. A nigga was pathetic. I still didn’t know whatherface even looked like.
I dropped the condom in my trash can, then pulled on my drawers and sweats to walk Yolanda out. When we got to the door, she turned to me and kissed me softly on the lips. “It was good while it lasted. I hope you find something meaningful in life that you can’t let go of. You deserve that.”
“So do you. I heard you got Vozz’s brother’s number.”
“Yeah. We’ve only talked once, so we’ll see how this goes.”
I nodded and smiled slightly. She lowered her head and was about to leave, but I pulled her back to me and gave her my tongue. I didn’t kiss often, but that drunken night of passion had me showing her my vulnerable side more than I liked. She grabbed ahold of my beard as she obliged me then suddenly dropped to her knees and pulled my dick from my pants and sucked that shit up for what would be the last time.
I cupped her cheeks and watched her work my shit out. She was so damn good at sucking dick. I began feeding her my shit, letting it have a boxing match with that lil dangly thing at the back of her throat. Listening to her gag and produce all the saliva I liked had my dick on the verge of exploding. “YoYo… damn, girl. I’m about to bust.”
That only made her apply more suction, urging me to release my offspring down her throat. I closed my eyes and released every drop to her. She let my dick slip from her lips, then stood. “Mel…”
She closed her eyes and slid her hands up my chest then around my body, hugging me. “I’m gonna miss this, but I have to go.”
“I know. See you around.”
She winked at me then walked out of the door while I stood there with my pants around my ankles. I quickly pulled them up and headed back to my bedroom to take a shower. I could hear my phone ringing in the distance. It was already nine. I needed to be carrying my ass to bed. I had to wake up at three to be to work on time, especially since I had to drive to Katy. When I got to it and saw Arrow’s number, I frowned. He never called this late.
“What’s up, dude?”
“You ain’t gon’ believe this shit.”
“What?”
“I just saw my sister walking and holding hands with another nigga, leaving the movie theater.”
“Well, sheisgoing through a divorce, right?”
“They’re separated. I don’t know if they’ve even filed for a divorce. That ain’t the point though. The point is that the nigga she with is our boy.”
“Who?”
