“Imagine how it would feel with your dick inside of me.” With my eyes still closed, I took a chance and placed my hand on his lap, reaching for his dick. Finding what I was looking for, I groaned at the feel of him. His dick was so long and thick that Ijust knew it would break me in half. “I want you to hurt me in the worst way.”
“Be careful what you ask for…” He pulled his fingers out of me, causing me to pop my eyes open and mug him. “Once I put this dick in your life, you’ll never be the same, baby. You wouldn’t be able to feel that lil’ fiancé of yours. That pussy would be tailor-made for me and me only.”
Watching me closely, he brought his fingers to his lips and cleaned off my juices as my breathing turned into pants from observing him. It was the first time he’d tasted me, and if he wanted it directly from the source, I was more than willing to make it happen. Once he was done, his eyes turned to slants as he angled his head and gaped at me. He didn’t say anything for a long time, and that shit bothered me.
“Jordan—”
“We’re here.” He looked over my body once more as the car came to a stop. “Come on, and let’s enjoy the night.”
Sighing, I fixed my bottoms and accepted his hand as he offered to help me out of the truck. Looking around, I couldn’t help but smile at the crowd that was waiting to get inside his club. I’ve been wanting to come back here since the first time I visited Milly Grove, and I was happy to see that business was still booming.
“I’m so proud of you, Jordan!” I practically bounced as he gripped my hand and led me to the entrance. “Is there a special guest in the house tonight?”
“You.” He turned and winked at me, causing me to drop my head and blush. “The crowd is like this all the time, to be honest. Honey is my baby, and I’m thankful for the success. Tonight, I wanted you to experience some shit you’ve never had before you go back home. I made sure the baddest women in my city were working the poles tonight.”
Dapping his bouncer up, he escorted me inside past security, and I was in awe at how different it looked since the last time I came. Somehow, the inside looked erotic, and you could feel the sexiness as soon as you walked in. Black marble floors greeted us under soft flashes of gold and purple lights that pulsed to the current beat of Rihanna’s “Pour It Up.” I hadn’t heard the song in a while and had forgotten how sexy it could be, especially in this environment. Each wall was painted black, with white, gold, and purple murals that replicated spots all over Milly Grove. I noticed the nod to honey as the columns throughout the space had a dripping illusion, as if the paint was melting off in the rich, yellow color.
The place was packed from wall to wall with beautiful black women and attractive black men. Everyone looked like a ripple of ocean waves as they either moved with the rhythm of Rihanna crooning or danced with one another as if they were fucking on the dance floor. The smell of expensive perfume and cologne engulfed me, and I had to stop myself from Googling how to capture a scent because I was intoxicated from the first sniff and knew I could bottle this shit up to sell.
I looked at the women working as they layered the club, some in gold-barred cages while others hung from ropes dangling from the columns. The crystal chandeliers hung from the high industrial-looking ceiling, casting a glow on the women below who wore white. I noticed the second floor didn’t look as congested as where we were currently standing, so I figured that was where the VIP sections were located. From here, I could see the white leather booths with gold stitching and trim. The tables held gold buckets that I assumed were filled with ice and complimentary alcohol. The sound of bottles popping from all over sounded like the Fourth of July, and my chest warmed with excitement. The energy was flirtatious, and the women and menwho walked past didn’t hide their want for either Skip, me, or us both.
“These women are fine as hell!” I shouted as I continued to take in the aura. Whether their bodies were paid for or not, they weren’t shit to play with. I turned to Jordan, whose eyes were trained on me. “They’re going to make a killing tonight off looks alone, huh?”
He shrugged before nodding toward the bar, taking my hand, and leading us over. I beamed at seeing Jerome, letting off a squeal.
“Hey, Rome! I’ve missed you!” I yelled over the music just as the DJ started spinning “Danger” by Mystikal.
Hurriedly serving his customer, he pushed the money into his coworker’s hands and ran around the corner to embrace me. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t appreciate it all. Shifting her eyes from me to where Jordan’s hand and mine connected, she frowned up her face, and I think I knew why.
“Noemi, my baby!” Jerome shrieked over the music as he squeezed me tightly. “It’s good to see you, girl.” Juggling my boobs in each hand, he whistled. “Still fine as hell too!”
“Aye, man!” Jordan snatched me back, causing us both to laugh. “Don’t get fucked up in here, nigga.”
“Still the nicest man I’ve ever met…” Rome rolled his eyes and brought them back to me. “How long are you in town for?”
“Excuse me!” the girl from behind the bar hollered over to us. “Jerome, I don’t pay you to fraternize with the patrons. Come do your job or clock the fuck out.”
Looking behind and to the side of him, he placed his hand on his slim hip and palmed his chest in confusion. “Who are you talking to, Miss Ma’am? Because it sure as hell ain’t me. Be so for real, you don’t pay me at all—Mr. Mills does. And last time I checked, I do get paid to fraternize with the patrons.” Rolling his eyes, he kissed my cheek after hugging me once more. “Let mego back over there before Skip’s mean ass fires me after I bust that bitch in the head with a Patron bottle.”
Watching him sashay behind the counter, he mugged who I assumed was the club manager. It didn’t take her long to sashay her way over to us. She was now standing with her arms crossed in front of Jordan and me, and I was on the same time as Jerome because who the fuck was she trying to check?
“Is there something I can help you with?” I didn’t wait for Jordan to ask. His facial expression wasn’t giving anything away, and it pissed me off that I could never read him. “I’m here for a good time, and I’d like to get my night started.”
“You come into my club and disrupt my crew.” She waved around us, and sure enough, some of the girls working were staring. “Who are you?”
Staring at her for a moment, I couldn’t help but laugh. I was bent over internally because if Jordan hadn’t addressed her by now, why should I? She was either someone he fucked or wouldn’t give the time or day to. While that made me feel a way, there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
“Who I am is the bitch you’re not but obviously wish you could be.” I could see the smoke seep through her ears at my words. She could try me if she wanted, but I would give her the ass-whooping of a lifetime in front of all these people. “Jordan…” I peered up at him, his eyes already on me. “You promised me a good time.”
He smirked before he kissed my temple. “Come on, girl… hope you got your ones ready.”
“Oh, I’m spending your money tonight!” I laughed as I looped my arm in his. Glancing back at the manager, I leaned closer and read her name tag. “Irene, is it?” I fake-pouted as I brought my eyes back to hers. “As the manager, it’s your job to ensure thateachpatron has the best experience possible when they set foot in this establishment. Unfortunately, I’m notfeeling the love at the moment. Make it up to me by sending the baddest female in the building to my section. And please… don’t make me wait, darling. I’d hate to have to speak to the owner.”
Giving her a wink, I held on to Skip as he led me to the second level of his club. Just as I’d assumed, the second floor was for his VIP customers. The booths and tables were spacious, and the lighting here was dim, adding to the privacy in each section. The color scheme worked well because the space felt bigger, even though it was sectioned off into multiple separate spaces for VIP patrons. It was probably the same square footage as the lower level, but it felt more vast. Whoever helped Jordan with the interior planning earned every dime he paid them.
Taking a seat on the cream sofa, I watched him as he went over to grab us some drinks from the single bar up here. “Are you staying up here with me?” I asked as he took a seat beside me. “I saw your brother come in as we were walking up. Plus, I figured you wanted to do damage control.” I giggled at my brashness with his manager.
Handing me the Tequila and Red Bull, he took a seat beside me on the plush couch. Taking a few sips of his drink, he draped his arm around me. “Wild is good. He does his own thing when he’s here.” He nodded toward the lower level, and I could see him entering his own section off to the side, which I hadn’t noticed before. “As far as damage control, this my shit. I don’t answer to a soul in this muthafucka, especially not to a bitch that don’t even know what my dick tastes like.”
