Wifey: Part 2

“Two-five-two?” Black Justice commented, referring to the area code of Jasmine’s number.

Jasmine froze because she didn’t have a ready-made excuse as to why the number was out of state. In fact, that was the first time it had dawned on her that she should have known the number.

“Yeah.” Jasmine nonchalantly locked in Black Justice’s number.

“Oh, that’s that North Carolina area code, right?”

Jasmine’s heart began to race. She didn’t know what to say because she had no idea if it was in fact a North Carolina area code. She just smiled and nodded.

Jasmine and Simone both ended up having a great time at the strip club. Simone had managed to hook up with Ish, and Jasmine had made the initial inroads into Black Justice.

Jasmine was able to exhale later that night. She knew the “confidential informant gods” were on her side because, as luck would have it, the 2-5-2 area code was, in fact, a North Carolina area code.

Twenty-Three

The following afternoon, Black Justice found himself waking up next to a stripper named Bella, who had recently relocated from Miami. Although Bella had a small frame, she had a huge ass, which was what had attracted Black Justice to her. In spite of Bella’s ass, Black Justice found himself unable to get his mind off Jasmine. He got out of the bed and walked over to the vertical mirror on the back of his bedroom door.

“We would have some cute kids,” Bella said as she partially sat up in the bed with her elbow on her pillow and the palm of her hand supporting her head.

Black Justice walked into the bathroom and put water in his hands and then ran it back and forth through his hair, causing it to curl. He then went back into the bedroom and looked at himself again in the mirror.

“Yeah, we would have some fly-ass seeds,” he replied.

Bella got out of the bed, walked up to him, and rubbed on his dick.

“I’m good, ma.”

“You good?” Bella smiled as she continued to rub on his dick.

Bella was always trying to use her position as a stripper to land a baller like Black Justice, and now that she had one in front of her, she felt like she had to impress him with her sex skills as much as she could. She had already let Black Justice fuck her when they’d come home from the club, but she wanted to exhaust him with her pussy.

“I said I was good.” Black Justice pushed Bella away. It wasn’t a hard push, but it got her attention. “I’m going to the barbershop, and then I got some moves to make.”

“Oh, okay.”

There was a moment of awkward silence as Black Jus looked through his phone.

“So can I chill here until you get back?”

Black Jus didn’t say anything as he put on his watch and chain and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Bella wanted to jump in the shower, but she decided against it. She just threw on the same pair of thongs and the same bra that she’d had on the previous night, and she started to get dressed.

“I got another shorty coming through in about a hour or two; otherwise, I would let you chill with me until I get back.”

Bella felt like shit after that comment, but she was sort of used to being treated like a whore. She tried to play things off like it didn’t affect her. “So you a pretty boy playa? Playa, playa, playa,” she chuckled and said.

Black Justice smiled as he looked into his mirror again. Then he put on some cologne before quickly getting dressed.

“I just do my thing. You feel me?”

Bella nodded as she put on her stilettos. Then she grabbed her bag, walked up to Black Jus, and kissed him on the lips. “Call me if you ever need me.”

“No doubt.” Black Justice reached into the pocket of the jeans he’d worn the night before and pulled out a wad of cash. After peeling off three hundred dollars, he threw the jeans to the ground and handed Bella the cash.

“Thank you, sweetie.” Bella gave Black Jus another kiss.

“Yo, how these kicks look with these jeans?”