All the King's Men ( An Urban Love Story )

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'Apart of me wants apart of you, baby. You started it now come and give me what I've been waiting on. '

Jamie Foxx's Freakin Me played through the halls as Jaden walked the handsome stranger, into one of the private rooms.

He made himself comfortable on the large two-person chair as she shut the door and began to dance sensually.

Even in the low lights, Jaden could see the lustful look in his brown eyes, and she liked it. It was stimulating.

He slowly inhaled as she straddled his lap taking in the smell of vanilla, but it didn't smell like the cheap bath and body works shit he'd know the bitches back in high school to wear. He laughed to himself at the thought.

Honey smelled delectable.

"What's your name?" He breathed out, trying not to sound desperate.

In a whisper, she replied, "Honey." Leaning back, she rolled her body, nearly exposing her supple breasts inches from his face. She turned around in his lap and laid her head back, leaning into his neck.

He smelled exceptionally good to her. She wouldn't deny him if he tried to touch her at that moment.

"What do people call you outside of these walls, Miss Honey?" He gently laid a large hand on her outer thigh and she sighed her satisfaction.

Jaden enjoyed the warmth coming from his body, "Why do you wanna know? I don't even know your name, birthday boy." still dancing on him.

He smiled at her sassy attitude, exposing the dimple in his cheek again. "My name is Desmond," he initiated. "How about you sit and talk to me." He patted the seat next to him on the couch.

Jaden stood from his lap and thought for a second before answering, "Okay, Desmond." She continued standing. "My name is Jaden,"

"Jaden, I like that." He licked his lips, "Can I get to know you, Jaden?" Desmond inquired.

"Why you wanna do that, Desmond?" She asked trying to uncover his intentions.

"Cause, I believe you're someone I would like to get to know, and by the way you look at me," he paused and watched her biting her bottom lip before returning his eyes to hers. "You gotta nigga feelin' like you might wanna know me too."

A blush crept up Jaden's cheeks. "You tryna fuck me, Desmond?" She questioned him boldly, shifting her stance with her hand on her hip. She was used to men coming onto her. She worked in a strip club, so it was expected.

Desmond leaned forward in his seat, "Trust me Jaden, I would love nothing more than to be able to explore every inch of this beautiful body of yours until you lose your voice screaming my name, but I feel like it's more to this than that," Desmond divulged.

Jaden instinctively felt hot from his confession and looked away from him. This man unnerved her.

He sat back to give her some space, "So can I get to know you outside of this fine place of business," he offered with a bit of sarcasm.

Jaden giggled a bit before responding, "Sure." She sat down next to him and adjusted her clothing. "So do you want to finish your dance? I feel bad that you paid all that money just to talk,"

"Don't feel bad, it's for you." He smiled.

"Alright." She muttered.

Jaden knew the money wouldn't go to her like the customers thought. The club took $25 from every $75 dance, so she'd be making $100 of the $150 Desmond paid.

"Here," Desmond stuck out his hand to give her the stack of bills from his change.

"What's this for?" She hesitated to the money.

"Your tip." He licked his full lips.

"You sure? You already tipped me earlier." She reminded him.

"Your time is valuable, boo. I was gon give it to you anyway,"

"Even if I said no?" She smiled, wanting to know.

"Yeah, but you didn't." He raised a brow and flashed his shining grill.

"Thank you, Desmond." She hugged him, appreciating the warmth of his body on her cold skin. Taking in the scent of his cologne, she realized she was too comfortable in his embrace.

"Nah, thank you, Jaden." He whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down to her middle.

Separating, the two exited the room and walked down the hall in awkward, yet comfortable silence.

Whew.

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