Warning: Mature audiences only.
"I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin...
"This absolutely cannot be happening to me right now?" I thought as I blankly stared at the wrong man.
"I guess we both done seen a ghost today, huh Shawty?" Trevon says as he rubs his hand through his beard.
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"Say something... say something... say something...," is all I could think, I was completely stuck in my tracks. I was not expecting to be in a room with the wrong person.
In my mind, I went over exactly what I remember Serenity saying before I left the dressing room, "... go to the second room in the private area," so why is it that I am not staring at Stormi, but instead his friend?
"So, what we finna do? Trevon asks curiously in his deep voice.
"Look, I ain't gone lie to you, you wasn't what I was expecting either, but you still fine as hell Shawty, and I still wanna chill with chu." Trevon says while licking his lips and rubbing his hands together.
"Come bring yo fine ass over her and sit on my lap," Trevon states while making himself more comfortable in his chair.
"Pretend... Pretend... Pretend," is all I could think as I hesitantly walked over to him.
Standing in front of him, he gently grabs my ass as I sit on his lap in a straddling position.
"Shit... why you acting so scared foe? I promise I won't bite or make you do nothing you don't want to do," Trevon says reassuringly.
"I think you are the one who's scared," I say playfully while making myself more comfortable on his lap.
"Ion know about all that shawty, by the way you "shyly" walked yo ass over here," Trevon states in an exaggerated tone.
"I ain't gone lie, but yo ass seem different ma. I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe because you new to dis shit, 'cause I ain't never seen you around here befoe, but something about cho ass don't seem like you belong in this type of business," Trevon states honestly.
"Is that so? I say while crossing my arms, "And you can make that assumption by our little five-second interaction?" I question.
"Look, from the time you walked up in this bitch, even though you was in the wrong room any other stripper would've been about they business trynna make some money. But you, you were hesitant, which makes me feel like this not really made foe you. So if dats the case, why you doing dis?" Trevon asks curiously.
"Are you Dr. Phil now? I thought I was supposed to be giving you a lap dance not entertaining a therapy session," I say playfully.
"Oh, you got jokes huh?" Trevon says finding my responses to his question to be amusing.
"Plenty of them," I say sarcastically.
"See, dis what I mean, you carrying a conversation with a nigga, instead of entertaining me with cho body, so obvious you trynna talk, so let's talk," Trevon states bluntly.
"Okay, about?" I say playing dumb.
"Yo fine ass. You ain't answer my question from earlier," Trevon says while running his finger through his dreads.
"What question did you ask me again?" I ask playfully.
"Why you here ma? Yo body language don't give that this is what you was destined to do." Travon states while looking me deep into my eyes, patiently waiting for my response.
"I assume you talk like this with all of the other strippers you encounter?" I state teasingly.
"You'd be surprised because you are actually the first one ever who've I just talked to period. Usually, the strippers I have encountered, do all the talking, but leaving it up to yo ass, we'd probably be sitting here forever staring at each other," Trevon says honestly.
"Well to answer your question, I don't think stripping is any woman's first choice," I say combatively.
"Why yo ass being all political and shit?" Trevon says as he pretends to mean mug me.
"What do you mean?" I say playing dumb.
"I asked yo ass a simple question, and now you trynna speak for "all" women. I wanna know why you is here right now, "attempting" to do this shit." Trevon says bluntly.
"Attempting?" I question as I playfully roll my eyes at his comment.
"Why else? because I need money, how else am I supposed to pay the bills?" I say looking at him dumbfounded.
"Ion believe you, there's a bunch of shit that yo ass look capable of that most other strippers wouldn't even come close to doing" Trevon states honestly.
"And you think you know all of my capabilities based on what? my appearance?" I question playfully skeptical.
"Nah ma, based on the way you act," Trevon says.
"And how do I act?" I ask playfully.
"Yo ass act "untouchable" as hell," Trevon says exaggeratedly.
"Untouchable how? You're touching me right now," I say sarcastically.
"Why you playing with me? you know what I mean ma." Trevon says.
"Fine, you want an honest answer, I'll give you an honest answer. I became a stripper to pay my way through college" I say with a pretend look of defeat on my face.
"Now was dat so hard to say ma? I knew yo ass looked smart. Whatchu trynna go to school foe?" Trevon asks curiously.
"Business. I will only be stripping until I have enough money saved up to pursue other things" I say nonchalantly.
"Dats what's up, I ain't even finna get into whatchu wanna do with cho degree because I know you finna give me the runaround. So, I'm gone stick to the simple questions, like what's your name?" Trevon asks curiously.
"Ooooo Mr. Detective wants to know my name," I say playfully.
"My name is Desire," I say teasingly.
"What cho real name, and not cho stripper name?" Trevon asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Briella," I say honestly.
"Briella huh? That fits yo pretty ass. How you come up with Desire to be yo stripper name?" Trevon asks curiously.
"Ooooo I love playing 101 questions," I state sarcastically. "Desire is my middle name. Briella Desire Williams is my full name Mr. Detective, and since we're on the topic of names, what's yours?" I ask curiously.
"Trevon, nice to meet you ma," Trevon says with a smile.
"Nice to meet-" Is all I can manage to say before the room starts to spin.
I begin to lose consciousness, and everything around me starts to blur. My heart feels like it's pounding out of my chest.
My breaths feel shallow and rapid as if I can't get enough air, no matter how hard I try.
I'm beyond confused as to what's happening to me.
"Aye yo ma!" "Ma!!" "Ma, can you hear me???" "Ma, are you okay???" Trevon asks in a panic as I become more and more unresponsive.
My head starts to feel light, and Trevon's voice starts to become very muffled.
My body starts to feel very sluggish and heavy.
As everything around me blurs, my heart continues to pound quickly. I can't catch my breath, and I feel like I'm suffocating. I try to focus on Trevon's voice, but it sounds far away.
I manage to mumble, "Serenity... pills..." before everything goes dark. I feel myself slipping away, my thoughts swirling with confusion and fear. What had Serenity given me? What was happening to me? These questions race through my mind as I surrender to unconsciousness.
