“I know, and thank you for the tips,” I said and ran my hand across his chest. “Do you want me to dance for you?”
“I wanna fuck you,” he demanded more than asked.
I was shocked, but at the same time, not at all surprised at his directness. “It’ll cost you,” I said.
“You ain’t said shit to me, mommy,” he said, sucking his grill. “Why don’t I double what you usually charge? I always gets what I want.”
I looked at him, studying him.
The One was fine as hell, but since I wasn’t plannin’ on fuckin’ him or anybody else in there, I decided to get ridiculous. “Two grand,” I said quickly; thinking that his reaction would be the same as everybody else’s. I thought that he would say I was crazy and have Bullet drag me outta there.
“Why don’t we make it three,” he said with ease.
My eyes lit up. He can’t be serious, I thought. He just couldn’t be. When he started ripping bills from the most massive wad of cash I’d ever seen, I knew The One was no joke. At that moment, I had to make a choice. Three grand just to fuck him? I thought about all the shit I talked to the other dancers about doin’ exactly what I was thinking about doing. I’d taken pride in the fact that I wasn’t that kind of woman. They were lettin’ those drunk-ass niggas have them cheap. I wasn’t goin’ out like that. I was a dancer; an entertainer, not a ho.
“So, what’s it gonna be, mommy?”
Three grand. I nodded my head slowly and began eating my words.
“Get your shit then, we outta here,” The One said and nodded at Bullet. He stood up and escorted me to the dressing room, and waited outside like a sentry while I got dressed. I thought I could still change my mind and tell Bullet to tell The One, thanks, but no thanks, Miss Kitty don’t roll like that, but then I took a swallow of Henny and knew that wasn’t gonna happen.
As I got ready to walk out, Creme burst through the door. “Where you goin’?” But before I could answer she said, “You ain’t slick, bitch. I saw Bullet’s big ass standing outside the door.” She leaned close to me and whispered, “You gonna fuck The One?”
“For three grand,” I whispered back.
Creme didn’t say a word. She just held up her hand for a high five and I was on my way.
We took his Hummer limo to his hotel, where he took me up to a plush suite. I swear I felt just like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
He ushered me into the room while he stood in the hallway talkin’ with Bullet and some of the other members of his entourage. I eased into the bedroom and prepared myself for his arrival.
Knowing how guys like to talk and brag about their conquests, I knew I’d have some time. I had never done anything like this before and I never thought that I would find myself in a situation like this. To this point, all of my sexual experiences have been with only three guys. Two of them, Edward and Thomas, were boyfriends, and this guy named Roy. I met him a couple of years ago and we’d been fuckin’ ever since. We don’t have a relationship; I mean we don’t go anywhere or do anything, he just comes by when I call him and he takes care of my needs. The whole idea of doing it for money was completely foreign to me, not to mention, something that I had promised myself that I would never do. But when he said he would pay me three thousand dollars just to have sex with him, I couldn’t refuse.
I was determined to make sure he knew that I’d definitely be worth his cash. I selected a little black lacy number and positioned myself on the bed, but I knew that I wouldn’t be there for long. The moment he walked through the bedroom door I was all over The One.
“Damn, girl, you vicious, huh?”
“You just don’t even understand just how vicious I am; but you will, I promise you that.” I had his clothes off in no time and was ready to rock his world.
The One lai
d out on the bed. “Come here,” he demanded and I quickly complied.
He was very well endowed, and I didn’t hesitate to climb on for the ride. I put my hands on his chest, grabbed hold of his dick, and slid down on him. “You like Miss Kitty?”
He was so deep inside me I swear he was poking my womb. The One was that and then some-massive, thick and long.
“Shit! Take this dick, bitch. You want it, take it,” he encouraged. And I was definitely trying to take it all. I leaned forward, placing my weight on my arms and pounded him. “That’s right, bitch! Throw the fat, juicy pussy, bitch!”
I wasn’t real happy about him callin’ me a bitch, but he was paying well for the privilege, so he could call me whatever he wanted to. I rotated my hips, grinding my pelvic area onto him until I was certain he couldn’t go any deeper. “Damn, bitch!” he yelled. “Get that dick!”
I leaned forward allowing my nipples to graze his face. He tried to shove both of them in his mouth. “Yeah, you know what I want. Do that shit.”
I pumped harder.
I could see “the look” come over his face. “Oh shit!” he cried out.
I pumped harder.