Page 45 of When You Dance
“What consequences will Tip and Dalonna suffer?”
“Well, they just exacted warrants for them. We were able to get phone records, including calls and text messages which incriminate them. They’ve been plotting since you turned twenty-five. It wasn’t until Dalonna came up with bringing Jeremiah into the equation that they got something together. He didn’t follow the plans, though, which was why they flipped on him. He was supposed to kill you with that gun. They weren’t counting on him doing what he did first. Thank God he did, or you wouldn’t be here. By the time Jeff saw the monitor, it would have been too late.”
The tears fell down my cheeks as I thought about how God had spared me. I put my phone on the bed and wrapped my arms around Jamel. Officer Ross continued. “We’ll call you back once we have them in custody, sweetheart.”
“Thank you.”
Jamel ended the call then wrapped his arms around me. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you, baby, had that happened. Real shit. I’m falling for you, Sandrene.”
I sat up and stared at him. He looked away then lowered his head. When his eyes met mine again, he said, “I’m a fucking liar. I love you, girl. I fell in love with you, and that’s why I couldn’t give up on you. I had to know what it felt like to hold you in my arms, kiss your beautiful lips, feel your insides, and see the pleasure on your gorgeous face when I did. You don’t have to reciprocate that love right now, but I wanted you to know just how strongly I felt for you.”
He kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and laid against him again. He was in love with me. I’d never had a man to even insinuate that he loved me. I knew he cared for me. I could feel it. As I thought about that first lap dance with him, I remembered just how intense it was. Before I knew it, I was sobbing against him. He hugged me tighter and asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”
He was kissing my head repeatedly as I purged. My father’s other family hated me and had been torturing me since elementary school simply because he seemed to love me more. While I thought that would have made me feel better about my father, it didn’t. He put all that money aside for me, and it had been drawing interest for the past twelve years. What about my mama? She didn’t deserve his love and devotion?
Jamel’s admission only took my emotions over the top. When I pulled myself together, I sat up to gaze into his expressive eyes. “I care for you so much, Jamel. I’m sorry for crying like this. Just… after everything I heard, my emotions are going haywire. Your admission is mind blowing. I didn’t expect this.”
“I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you.”
“You never have to apologize about expressing your love for me. It’s always welcomed.”
I wiped my face then kissed his lips. Once again, I laid against him, thinking about everything the officer had said. I assumed they would tell me where the money was. The last known address for me was no longer where I was living. I was more than sure correspondence was sent to where we were living before my dad died. My mother died when I was twenty-five, and apparently, she knew nothing about that. If she did, she hadn’t told me for whatever reason. The forwarding for our new address had long expired by the time I turned twenty-five, nearly ten years later.
Tip had a successful business. She was willing to kill me for my money… money my father left for me. That was the most hurting part about all of this. I thought she had been looking out for me and actually cared for me. It probably worked in her favor that I didn’t want anyone to know who I was. There was no way I would have worked there had I known who she was or had I recognized Dalonna. Club Onyx had only opened about eleven years ago. That was probably what she did with the money my father left them.
I couldn’t understand why he would leave us to struggle when he had all that money. My mother and I shouldn’t have had to struggle the way we did. I just wanted to scream out my frustrations. I felt like that would probably make me feel better. I would do that as soon as Jamel left for work in the morning. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind, but I couldn’t leave him hanging. He was looking forward to my performance tonight.
Dance was my stress reliever, and I would have to allow it to serve that purpose tonight while entertaining my man. I sat up and gave him a slight smile as he caressed my cheek with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful, Sandrene Samira Jallow,” he said in a low voice. “Everything about you is what I’ve desired for a while. Maybe that was why I fucked around. I hadn’t found anything worth clinging to… worth cherishing. You are worth every second I spend catering to you. I know this has dampened your mood. If you want, we can just chill out, order in for dinner, and watch a couple of movies on Netflix.”
“Netflix and chill over the performance of your lifetime? No, sir. I can’t let that keep me from showing my gratitude to you. Had it not been for you, I would have been sitting in my apartment alone, afraid, and wondering what I would do next. You’ve been there for me since I got fired from my full-time position, begging to be a part of my life.”
“I’on know about begging, baby, but I was persistent.”
I giggled then bit my bottom lip. I stood and said, “Okay. Whatever. The only movie I’m worried about is the one we’re going to make tonight. Now get out so I can moisturize my skin.”
“Naw. Let me do that. Let me put baby oil all over you like in the pornos since we’re making a movie. You just get your routine together and your sexy ass outfit.”
He smacked my ass then stood from the bed and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he set the baby oil on the nightstand. I couldn’t help but chuckle as he left the room. He was so serious though. I looked at the yellow lingerie set. Jamel seemed to love seeing yellow against my dark skin. It was really beautiful if I had to admit it myself.
The piece I brought to his house, the bra-like top, left the nipples exposed, so I pulled my nipple clamps from the bag. Those things were something else. The minute I put them on, I would be at the verge of orgasming. After putting on the bottoms, I attached the garter straps to the bands around my legs. Making my way to the bathroom, I cleaned my face then applied light makeup and pulled my hair from the bun it was in, leaving it tousled. I thought it would add to my sex appeal this way.
Grabbing my gold heels from the bag, I slid them on, put on the nipple clamps, and waited for Jamel to return. Starting music on my phone to help my mood, I lay in bed with my feet flat and my legs spread. When he knocked on the door, I changed the music to “Bandz A Make Her Dance” by Juicy J and lifted my hips from the bed as the door cracked open. When he peeked his head inside, I began rolling them, giving him the view of me he loved.
He stepped all the way inside, with money in his hand and a fucking bucket and mop. When he started throwing money at me, I smiled and sat up in the bed then let out a chuckle. Jamel licked his lips at the sight before him when I stood. His eyes zeroed in on my nipple clamps. “Shit. I’ma have to get a stripper pole installed in here,” he said as he scanned my body.
I smiled at him then went to my phone to change the song as he set the bucket on the floor, propped the mop handle against the wall, and sat in a chair in the corner. When “WAP” started, I immediately ran to him, standing in the chair and straddling him, putting my pussy right in his face. I started grinding against his lips as Cardi said,Put this pussy right in your nose, swipe your nose like a credit card.
Of course, when she got to the part about parking his big mack truck, I bounced on his erection. I stood and left the chair then began shaking my ass for him. I bent over and gave him all the action he could handle… way more twerking than what I did at the club. When I felt him behind me, he was holding the bottle of baby oil in his hand, and his phone was propped up on the table like he was recording us. As long as this was for our viewing pleasure only, I didn’t care.
He started squirting the oil on me as I twerked then said, “Fuck!”
Setting it down, he began rubbing it in my skin, down my legs, and back up to my ass and back. I turned to him, and he kissed my lips, giving me his tongue. He oiled my stomach and brushed his hands against my nipple clamps, causing me to cum on myself. Pulling away from him, I yelled, “Oh shit! Mel!”
His eyes lowered to slits as he slid his hand between my legs and patted my pussy, making her excrete even more. I pushed him to the chair where he pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts. When he grabbed a condom from the table and strapped up, I gave him a slight smile. He again licked his lips and said, “I can’t wait to hear that macaroni in a pot, wet ass pussy.”
I closed my eyes and continued dancing, caressing and fondling myself in the process. I took my top off then slid to the floor in a side split, bouncing and stimulating my clit even more. Turning to face him in a front split, I began grinding my hips on the floor as I brought my hand to my pussy and slid a finger inside it. Jamel couldn’t take that type of teasing. He stood from his chair and yanked me from the floor.
The way he picked me up, pulled my panties to the side, and slid his dick in me, had me cumming immediately. “Jamel!”
