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

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Knock knock

Jaden knocked on the door to the club.

The heavy door swung open and Ivan peered out, smiling widely, "Nice to see you, Honey. I thought you left for good." He let her inside.

Jaden grinned, "Not yet, Ivan." she told him, heading to the dressing room.

The usual glares and eye rolls came her way as Jaden made her way over to an empty booth. She'd seen Mina's car in the parking lot, but she wasn't in the locker room, which meant she was working the floor.

Jaden peeled off her jean shorts and T-shirt and put on her first outfit for the night. A pink mesh one-piece with a pink thong and metallic pasties over her nipples. She stepped into her clear platform heels and pulled her natural hair into a big bun on top of her head since she didn't feel like putting on a wig tonight.

Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she gathered up her things and threw her duffel bag inside her locker so she could hit the floor.

"Honey," Jaden looked over, hearing a woman call her name. It was Mina. They hadn't talked since that last conversation before Jaden went out of town.

"Hey." Jaden greeted her, cautiously.

Mina stepped closer leaning in, "Can we talk?"

"Sure," Jaden nodded.

"Come to the VIP walkway," Mina started walking.

Jaden followed and they stepped into the hallway together.

Mina cleared her throat before speaking, "Jae, I wanted to say sorry for the way I acted the other day." She started, "I don't know why I said some shit like that because I didn't mean it that way."

"It's alright, Mina," Jaden shrugged, "You my girl, I know you ain't mean no harm. It's big dick baller niggas in the club girl, let's go get you one."

They laughed together and hugged.

The evening felt off to Jaden. She didn't know what it was but she had a weird feeling being in the club. She brushed it off, assuming it was because she didn't want to be there anymore. Little did Desmond know, he put a battery in her back and motivated her. It had her thinking of alternatives, but at the same time, she had to prove a point. She needed to do it on her own, like she'd been doing, cause to her, as soon as she got too comfortable, the rug could and would be pulled from under her.

Jaden walked the club floor gaining attention from many of the patrons. After a few hours, she'd already made good money doing private dances and even had a few VIP dances lined up as she avoided getting on stage as much as possible.

"Honey," she heard her name called and turned around to see Jace.

Shit, she thought as she walked over to his table, "Hey," she looked around nervously.

Reading the expression on her face, he leaned in so no one could hear their conversation, "Don't trip, I'm not here to keep an eye on you or nothin like that. I told you I been comin here." He explained. "You only work the weekend?"

She relaxed and smiled at him, "Yeah, I like having my weekdays for school. Why come here when it's better clubs?" she laughed.

"The homies like this place." he shrugged and gestured to the guys behind him. Jaden recognized one of them because he'd bought a dance from her earlier in the night.

"Oh, alright. Let me know if y'all need anything," she told him before walking away to meet up with her VIP guests.

As Jaden finished with her second VIP customer, her manager Tommy, approached her in the hallway before she could make it back to the main floor.

"Why haven't you been on stage?" He demanded.

"I've been busy getting dances and VIPs," she explained.

"You know the rules, everyone goes on stage. You won't have to walk around to get your customers if you let them see you on the main stage, and then they can request you."

"But I'm doing fine—"

"You could be better." He spat. "Your up next so go get ready." He walked away.

I fucking hate him.

Moments later, Jaden was on the stage as MMG's Bag Of Money played.

'My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money
That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money'

Jaden shimmied to center stage and grabbed the pole to keep her balance while she bent over and let her ass clap to the song.

She climbed the pole and performed a few tricks trying to pass the time on the song.

After descending the pole, she crawled to the front of the stage while patrons threw money. She smiled a little thinking about when she'd first seen Desmond standing there. Little did she know, he was there, watching her, seated in the corner this time.

After Jace spotted her, he'd texted his brother. Not to be messy, but to check on him, since he knew he was home alone and knew how close Desmond and Jaden were becoming.

The couple had already talked about her returning to work, and as much as Desmond didn't want to feel like a weirdo showing up to his woman's job, he couldn't stop himself. Once he came inside, he found himself a seat with a beer and admired his prize from afar silently.

'She say she fuckin wit me the long way, she gon ride this dick I had a long day.'

Jaden laid flat on her stomach, lifting only her ass, and arching her back in a doggy-style position while making it clap as money fell around her on the stage. 

Desmond felt himself twitch in his jeans as he imagined her throwing that ass back on his dick. They hadn't done doggy-style, but he definitely put it on his to-do list now.

Her second song began to play, All the time by Jeremih.

Jaden stood with her back against the pole and untied the top of her outfit slithering out of it slowly to the song. Her heart-shaped pasties flickered in the club lights.

Rotating her hips she pulled the rest of the one-piece down her legs and stepped out of it.

'I— I— I could fuck you all the time'

Desmond walked close to the stage, and Jaden's eyes immediately met his. When their eyes locked, he froze. He wasn't sure if she'd be upset at him for coming to the club, but when Jaden smiled at him as she continued to dance he felt at ease.

Once he was in her presence, she relaxed. Her dancing became more fluid. She was dancing for him again.

Desmond dug into his pocket and pulled two hundred dollar bills out and placed them on the stage.

"P p p pussy for breakfast, that's how I start my day." Desmond rapped the lyrics looking her in the eyes with hooded eyes.

Jaden's face felt hot at what he was saying knowing Desmond meant it.

As the two shared a moment, they were unaware there was someone in the club watching the entire thing.

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