Her Vice

(11): Problem

"You're something else, ya know?" I chuckled.
"I know! But what was your initial reaction when you opened it?"
"1) hoping it wasn't a bomb and 2) I taught you better than robbing banks," I could hear him smirk through the phone. "But i appreciate it, Trinity, really." I smiled softly.
"Just the simple things for baby daddy," I giggled. "But I'll talk to you later, maybe FaceTime before Sasha goes off to bed."
"Yup, love you." My heart began pounding and I slowly furrows my eyebrows. "That came off different then expected...love you, as in- ugh, you know." I chuckled.
"No need for apologies, I get it. Love you too," I smiled before hanging up and glancing up at my appearance in the mirror. Sighing and looking deep in my light eyes, "Trinity, oh love, where ya going?" I bit my glossed lips and just felt my face under my nails.
"Girl, why you over here looking suicidal?" Desiree joked, I turned to him and sighed. You'd never know that he was actually a man until he told you himself. He pulled off being a female beautifully, I supported his transition so much.
"Oh, I'm just real tired." I yawned and secured my wig upon my head.
"Know how that is, you just look like you haven't slept in 38 hours." He shook his head and plopped beside me, applying a cobalt lipstick to his plump lips.
"I truly haven't," I crossed my arms over my half naked body and put my head back.

My schedule just seemed seriously out of control lately. I was coming into work at eight working until three then sticking around doing side entertainment, sleeping the three hours I had chance, spending a few hours with Karim and doing it all over again.
"I bet. You work like a damn service dog," he chuckled to himself playing around with his makeup laid in front of him. "Where you going after this?"
"Home," I threw back the bit of Henny in my glass.
"No! I mean like as in life, girl." I stared blankly at him and shrugged.
"I don't know, what's better than this?" I jokingly stated.
"No seriously, like I know you got dreams and goals. Stripping can't be your career, right?"
"I don't know I just wanna live y'know. For myself, nobody else but me." I smiled softly. "Whatever that mean-"
"It's your go!" Vixen walked in topless, I sighed before adjusting my thong over my ass cheeks and walking through the beaded curtains. The LED lights and crowd of gentleman greeting me, "Welcome the ripe and tight Ms. Peach," I bit my lip while strutting down the polished runway. Flipping my hair and giving them the show they wanted, caressing myself teasingly. Rocking my hips to the beat as I threw my head back slowly, feeling multiple eyes glued on me as I did my magic on that platform.

Once I finished everything off I walked off the stage like it was nothing. If there was one benefit of stripping it was that you completely altered into a different ego. You were no longer you, you were this bad bitch who could do anything. A problem. "You honestly just slayed my fucking soul," Desiree held his chest, I smirked and winked.
"Know how that shit go." I shrugged and went to my locker, going through my side pocket and grabbing the bottle before popping one.
"Peach, they need you in room five." I glanced over my shoulder and grabbed my top before making my way there. Before passing Angela she looked a mess, her hair matted and sweat dripping from her tan skin. See I couldn't do that. It may sound hypocritical of me considering my background but it wasn't for me anymore. Especially if I had a choice.

Pushing the plum, velvet curtains open I glanced over the darkskin dread head sitting on the leather sofa with a sly smirk on his face. He was put together, not sloppy. His lean frame adorned in a causal white tee and Balmaim jeans with a matching denim jacket. His hair lined up and small specs framing his face, "Damn you badder up close." I placed a single finger in front of my lips, "Shh, I run shit." I closed the curtains behind me before sauntering towards him. Standing right in front of him, his eyes traveling from my brown legs to my slanted eyes. "Oh, is that right?" He chuckled deeply sending chills up my spine. I can't let every motherfucker make me feel like this. Just something enticing about his eyes that had me on edge.
Leaning forward so that my cleavage was dangling In front of his eager eyes, "You have a hard time listening." I arched an eyebrow and brought his far towards mine. Brushing my lips against his, breath fanning over my lips giving me a whiff of the Swisher Sweets and Hennessy.
"Guess you can teach me, huh?" I glanced down at his hand caressing my ass slowly.
"Seems like it," I winked and plopped onto his lap. Moving steadily and making sure his hands stayed to his sides.
"Shit, you make it so tempting," he let out a shaky sigh.
"Hm, that right?" I removed my top letting my breasts swing between us. Feeling his brick poke at me, swear he was on the verge of cumming. I moaned softly and threw my head back. That always seemed to do the job. "Fuck," I bit my lip and tweaked with my erect nipples. Pecking across his neck before sliding off his lap and grabbing my top.

As he stood and adjusted his hype ass he slid me his card, "You should call sometime." I nodded and watched him make his way out after a few glances at me. Picking up the stack that he left before looking over the card, he was a photographer.