Confessions of a Material Gurl・❥・

☆ EIGHTEEN ☆

Friday morning・❥・
9:05 am

"See I told you I would be on time." Blanche said, climbing into the backseat of an all black, tinted, and bulletproof SUV Tahoe. Power sat in the driver seat and Juice was in the passenger seat. The meeting this morning with their new connect was at 11am.
"I said 9am, not 9:05." Juice joked, in response turning around to look at her. Blanche playfully rolls her eyes him, ignoring his comment greeting her cousin as Juice stared her up and down, trying to control his manhood. Her skirt screamed fuck me and he had to admit her toned, bronzed legs looked amazing in the mini skirt but they were going to be in a room full of niggas they didn't know and Juice didn't want to have to beat a niggas ass for a slick ass comment directed towards her.
"What type of business attire is that, ma?" He questioned, pointing his finger up and down at her ensemble.
"What?" Blanche cluelessly asked, glancing down at her outfit. She had a three piece business suit on, but instead of your normal blouse and pants, she wore a crop top with a matching mini pleated skirt.
"I can almost see you ass, B." Juice said, rubbing his temple.
"Well then stop looking, nigga." She replied, unfazed by Juice's disliking of her outfit. At the end of the day, Blanche didn't get dressed for the opinions of others. What she wore was based strictly off of her own merit.
"How long is the drive?" She asked, changing the topic.
"About two hours." Power said, taking a hit from in his mouth, and pulling off.
"Well wake me up when we arrive." Blanche replied, leaning back in the seat, making herself comfortable and closing her eyes.
      Two hours later, they arrive at a shipping port in Long Beach located in a secluded area. Power pulls up to the gate, informing the guard of their arrival and soon they're buzzed through. Power pulls into the gate, finding a spot snd parking the truck. He hops out, securing his gun in his waist ban before opening the door for Blanche as Juice comes around to their side of the vehicle. Multiple men with AK-47s were placed around the facility as they walked towards the entrance of the building. Juice leads the way, with Blanche and Power following behind. One of the guards opens the door, leading them inside and upstairs to a large office.
"Mr. Bailey will be right with you." The guard told them, before stepping out of the room, and leaving the alone. No one speaks as they wait for the arrival of their mystery host.
        After ten minutes of anticipation, the door finally opens and in walks a guard with a figure following behind. The guard moves to the side and Blanche's heart instantly drops. Shit, she says to herself. He was the last person she was expecting to see today and last time they spoke he said he was still out of town. What he was doing here was beyond her, but she knew whatever the reason was, wouldn't end well for their whole situationship.
     Blanche quickly looked away, avoiding his desirous gaze. Grey, however, couldn't stop staring. The skirt she wore had him fantasizing about bending her ass over and having his way. Instantly his dick went hard. He hasn't seen her in over a week and didn't realize until now how much he missed her presence. He was confused though, to be seeing her here, as him mind tried to figure out what ties she had in this. He owed Talia's father a favor for him helping him out with some legal business and in return Grey agreed to help one of his business partners with cleaning money in the form of stocks and bonds. Little did Grey know that Talia's father's, business partner, was Blanche's father.
"My apologies for keep you waiting." Grey spoke first, taking a seat at the chair behind the desk. His eyes were still fixated on Blanche, which Juice noticed and visibly upset him. This is exactly what he was trying to avoid by having Blanche tag along.
"No apologies need. We appreciate for taking this meeting." Juice butted in and speaking up, taking Grey's attention off of Blanche.
"So I hear you interested in cleaning some bills?" Grey began, facing Juice and reading his unwelcoming vibe, "I take a 40% cut."
"20%" Blanche finally said, disagreeing with his percentage. She may have been alot of things, but dummy was she not.
"With what you'll make in interest, it will be triple that." Grey stated.
"But what you make from our cleaning fee, will be able to set up your children's, children's." She rebutted, Grey leaned back in his chair, massaging his goatee. Usually he would never go anywhere below a 30% cut, however for Blanche, he would do 20% and that was simply because Grey was interested in much more than just a business relationship. Everything he learned about her, made him want her more and no just in a sexual way. Looks caught his eye, but it was the mind that kept a nigga like Grey around.
"If I'm going to take a 20% drop in profits, then what's in it for me?" Grey flirts, enticingly staring at her. Her panties went wet with just one look as she shyly glances away.
Juice smacked his lips, "This nigga." He mumbled, tiring
"Do we have a problem?" Grey pressed and the tension in the room thickens as the two men glare each other down. Blanche places a hand on Juice's biceps, grabbing his attention away from Grey.
"Chill." She urged and Juice calmed down as he leaned back in his seat. Grey noticed the familiarity between them, wondering what the nature of their relationship was. It was obvious there was something more there. Power sits back snickering at the interaction between the three of them.
"Could we speak alone for a moment?" Blanche asked. The last thing she needed was something to blow up between Juice and Grey because they both wanted to power trip.
"Give us this room." Grey said nodding to his guards, and dismissing them. Power gets up, yet Juice doesn't move. He was unsure of leaving Blanche alone with stranger that was clearly after much more than a business partnership. Truthfully he didn't have faith in Blanche to not fall for it.
"B..." Juice said, resistive.
"It's fine." Blanche reassuringly told him.
"C'mon. She got it." Power said, tapping him on the shoulder. Juice gets up but not before shooting Grey another glare as he walks out the door. Blanche sighed in relief, leaning back in the chair, crossing her legs.
"I take it this is the family business you were referring to." Grey inquired coming around the desk. He sits on the edge directly in front of her.
"Yeah." She nervously fidgets. She couldn't help it. It was the effect he had on.
Grey chuckled, rubbing his chin hairs, "You're full of surprise ma,"
"I could definitely say the same. Thought you were still out of town?" She challenged back.
"Business called." Grey nonchalantly shrugs.
"Mmm." She mummers as he leans in, softly touching her knee. He lifts up her leg, lightly tracing the tips of his fingers down, relishing in the feel of her soft skin. Placing her heel on his desk, he gets a clear view of her lace thong.
"Damn ma." He lowly said, licking his lips. Grey, appreciated every one of her skimpy little outfits. The next man would have a problem with his woman dressing so revealing, Grey, on the other hand had no problem with it. Plus, he could definitely handle any nigga that tried to step.
"I think we're getting a bit off topic, don't we?" She fussed, putting her foot down. Blanche was trying to remain unfazed but Grey was making it hard.
"My bad ma, but I can't help it." He pulls her up from the chair, placing her between his legs.
"This tiny ass skirt you got on has my dick hard as a rock." Grey whispered, into her ear, pressing her against his hard dick. He lifts her skirt, rubbing her ass while grinding her hips in circular motions before slipping a finger between her lips, slowly tracing her clit. She shudders, tightly closing her eyes, unable to stop herself from relishing in his touch as he starts kissing her neck.
     Snapping back to reality, Blanche pushes herself away, fixing her skirt. "Grey, wait." She protest. As much as she wanted to let him way his way with her, she couldn't. At least not here. Blanche wasn't trying to do was get caught up, but Grey was making it very difficult to keep things professional.
"What's wrong?" He quizzed.
"We can't." She pleaded.
"Why not?" He cluelessly, questioned making Blanche rub her temple. Obviously, he didn't see the problem with this whole ordeal but she did. She'd been down this road before with and the past had already taught her business and pleasure did not mix. Shit, she was still facing the repercussions of her and Indie's relationship. It was the reason why they were looking for a new partnership now. Plus, she promised her father she would strictly keep things professional with anyone they worked with.
"I don't think this is going to work." Blanche softly said. "Business and pleasure don't mix. Trust me, I know."
Grey smacked his lips, not wanting to hear it, "I have no problems keeping things professional, ma." He declared, making her roll her eyes upwards.
"Bullshit, look at what you just tried to pull. Besides, when things don't work out, I don't need you trying to stalk me." Grey laughed, shaking his head, and holding his hands up in surrender.
"Look ma, I don't know what lame niggas you used to workin' with but that ain't me. My money comes first and no offense, but ain't no pussy worth me fucking that up for." Blanche's face turns into a scowl.
"However for you, a nigga may reconsider." He continues, "Which is why I'll accept the terms of a 20% fee." Blanche's stays silent, bitting the inside of her cheek, thinking things over.
"The only way this partnership can work, is if we can keep business and pleasure separate." She insisted.
"That's not a problem for me, ma. So do we have a deal?" Grey quizzed, holding out his hand. Blanche sighs, accepting his hand shake, hoping this new partnership wouldn't blow up in her face.

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         "What happened?" Power asked as Blanche walks over to where they stood by the truck.
"He agreed to the 20%." She simply said, opening the backseat passenger down.
"Yeah and what did you agree to for him to accept those terms?" Juice interrogates. Blanche halts in her steps, smacking her lips and shooting daggers at Juice. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"What you think? You can't keep sleeping with every nigga we do business with, B." He hostilely replied, pushing himself of the truck. Blanche continued glaring at Juice before replying "For your information, the sleeping together had already happened prior to this meeting. I had no idea he was who we were meeting."
"Well that says something doesn't it? You need to learn more about these niggas before sleeping with them." Juice maliciously responds.
"Aight, Juice chill," Power buts in, stopping him before Juice said something he couldn't take back. He was accustomed to their lovers spats and knew how vicious they both could get with each other.
"No, Power let him tell me how he really feels! It's no secret to why he's really upset." Blanche challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. To be honest, she was sick of Juice constantly being in his feelings over shit in the past. He was always lecturing her about keeping business and personal separate but always got in his feelings over the littlest things. She was so fucking over it.
"Man, fuck out here with that." Juice said, walking away.
"Yeah whatever, nigga. Just be happy me sleeping with niggas tends to work out in your favor." She bites back before climbing into the car and slamming the door.
"You know you fucked up right, my nigga?" Power tells Juice, putting the blunt he was smoking out.
"Man, I was just being honest."
"Yeah well, yo honesty is coming off more like jealously. You need to be honest with yourself and Blanche about your feelings." Powers told l Juice before making his way towards the truck and climbing in. Juice hated to be so harsh with Blanche but he didn't think it was a good look for her to be involved with every nigga they did business with. But deep down he knew the real problem was the unresolved feelings her harbored for her. Sometimes it was difficult to be around her and not think of the past. But Juice thought he had moved on, had a whole family and everything. Yet sometimes, he couldn't help himself from thinking of what could have been.