𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐍 & 𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋

| 0014| 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ⁘ ฺ ⸝⸝⸝⸝

𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙣

The first show in California was a massive success. The arena was sold out, and so was the meet and greet afterward. Our tour makeup artist was superb. She was able to cover up the cuts that were healing on my face with foundation. I didn't like wearing makeup, but I couldn't front. My skin was looking flawless with it on. Stacy blended it so well that it looked like my actual skin complexion. I wore shades to cover my bloodshot red eyes, shielding the after effects of the blunt I smoked before the meet and greet.

"She looked so beautiful" My lovesick twin counterparts continued to stare at a four second clip of Giza. We were standing in front of the backdrop for the meet and greet. I couldn't get him to focus on things that mattered for five seconds. Yeah, Giza definitely had some good pussy. He was pussy whipped already. "I wasn't even there for her-"

I turned like the wind in his direction, yanking the phone from him. I was sick and tired of hearing about Giza. "You have your own shit going on. Day one of our sold out tour is over with and your name is the number one trending topic, but all you can think about is that bitch?" My face turned up. "Stop letting that average bitch take your shine. You can find another her in a club" I was putting on to boost his confidence. Truly, Giza had a one of kind face. I had never seen anything so beautiful in a strip club before. It didn't surprise me that a clothing brand saw that face and body, and wanted her to model for them. "Think about the girl who just tongued you down and groped you on stage. That's an easy fuck and you need some pussy right now"

"You know that wasn't a part of the performance" He whispered to me as the fans were being escorted through the door. They were instructed to form a neat line and wait their turn. "She really grabbed on my dick like that. I didn't know she was going to do that" Snickering while managing a grin for the fans, I replied through clenched teeth. "You gon' cry about it?" I shot a look his way then stepped up for the first photo with a fan. She wanted the basic hug from the back kind of picture.

Snaking both of my arms around her shoulders, my gaze met the camera. I flashed my version of a sweet smile, then kissed her temple. A few more were standard pictures and acceptance of gifts. Fans left me with drawings/paintings of myself, mugs, and even baked goods. They were generous.

Nearly halfway done, Dove entered the room wearing her own merchandise. Her meet and greet wrapped before ours, as expected. She came to watch the rest of ours. I gave a subtle smile to her as another girl approached me with determination in her gaze. She knew what she wanted from the start, explaining the risqué photo to me. My eyebrows shot up, mouth gaped open. I couldn't help but chuckle. Still, I shrugged and obliged her. The woman spent a thousand dollars for this picture. I understood her wanting to get her money's worth.

"Aight. I gotchu" Picking her up, I allowed her to wrap her arms around my neck. I held her up by her legs. Her center was pressed into my dick, which almost excited him. I hurried and took the picture before that could happen. Sitting her back down, I gave her a farewell kiss on the cheek and waved the next girl up.