{Chapter 13...Meet Diggy}

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Not Good Enough Part 2: Enough Yet? ~A Diggy Simmons Love Story~

{Chapter 13...Meet Diggy}

I sat there while she danced in my lap. This gets more and more exciting each time it happens. Almost every sixteen year guy probably dreams of being in a strip club for their birthday. This isn't the first time I've been here, but this is the best. And the girls here are...wow!

Then she stopped and looked me dead in the eyes with a smirk on her face. Her more mature and sexual facial expressions were more intimating than my excited, but also anxious, sixteen year old ones. Then her hands reached for mine. She used her hands to guide mine in touching her body. I could feel myself becoming aroused. "Customers aren't supposed to touch employees here, but you're too sexy not to make an acceptation." I bit my lip. "Oh really? I appreciate it." She smiled then got in to a straddle position on my lap. "What your name, honey?" she asked.

"Diggy."

"Cute, how old are you..Diggy?" I thought about what my response should be. If I told her that I was sixteen then our little session would be cut short. I was about to open my mouth, but she guided my hands to her chest. I gently squeezed then and heard her giggle. "You still there, baby?" I was knocked out of my train of thought and back in to reality.

"I'm eighteen."

She nodded then smiled. Suddenly, she pushed my hands away and stood back on her feet. Slowly, she reached for her bathing suit top and took it off.

"I can make you feel really good, no charge."
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"That was great, baby." she said then started to put her clothes back on. I sat up on the couch and just thought about what I did.

Did that just happen?

Did I just lose my virginity to stripper?

I got up then put my clothes back on. She walked back out in to the main room of the building. About a minuet later I came out too. I looked around for Devin and saw him sitting on a couch with a cigar in his mouth. I walked over to him and took a seat on the couch next to him.

"You were in there a while Dig." he said, after blowing smoke.

I had a little smirk on my face. I honestly couldn't stop blushing. "Well...you know how I do." I said in a cocky tone. He chuckled. "No, you didn't." he playfully argued.

"Yes, I did."

He laughed then out the cigar out. "How much extra did it cost you?" he asked. "Zero dollars and zero cents, ladies love me." he shook his head in disbelief. Then his phone started to vibrate on the table. It was a text. "Come on, we have to go."

He was about to get up and walk away, but I stopped him. "Wait, thanks for celebrating my birthday like this." he smiled at me. "That's what friends do."

(30 Minuets Later)

I was in the passenger seat while Devin drove. "Where are we going?" I asked. "A motel, I need your help to handle something." my eyes stared at the side of his face. I'm not sure I wanted to help Devin handle something in a motel...

He looked over at me and noticed I was staring. I guess he also noticed my discomfort. "No! Not that! Chill man!"

I turned to the front, a little more relieved than I was before he assure me I had nothing to worry about. "There's this guy who's been stealing from me, and some of the boys say they saw him go in to a room there." I nodded. "So, what do you need me for?"

I knew Devin pretty well. He could take down anyone without a second thought. He's capable of going in and handling business by himself.

"Just for backup." he replied.

Then the car stopped in a parking lot. I looked at the motel then back at Devin. He reached in to the glove compartment and pulled out two glocks. One for me and one for himself, I'm assuming. "Here,"

This wasn't the first time I've handled things like this with a gun. But I've never actually had to seriously harm someone. I guess I use it as a scare tactic so Devin could get what he wants. "Let's go."

We got out of the car and walked over to the stairs. I followed Devin to the top level of the motel and then stopped at room 12. "Keep time, if I'm not back in two minuets then burst in the door." I nodded. Devin cocked his gun the knocked on the door. I stood to the side so I wasn't in sight. The door opened slowly and Devin rushed in, while closing the door behind him.

I stood on the other side of the door and began to count. This was a high pressure situation. I needed to take a breath and get myself together. On the inside I was praying Devin would handle this by himself.

1 minuet.

I took a step back and exhaled. Time was running short and there was no sign Devin was done. I really didn't want to have to do this. If I had a choice I would have left and ran back to Queens. But if I did that Devin would have all of his staff to come find me. And the end result of that wouldn't be pretty.

2 minuets.

I groaned then sighed. The glock was in my right pocket. I pulled it out then reached for the knob. Devin left the door unlocked so I wouldn't have to ram it down. I twisted the knob, and out of nowhere comes Devin. I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God." I mumbled then walked inside the motel room.

I looked down and saw a man with a bullet hole in his stomach. I started to become nervous. You never get used to seeing dead people.

Devin put his hand on my shoulder. "Let's go."

We were heading out, but suddenly a hole appeared in the door. We shot around and saw the dead man standing with a gun in one hand and the other putting pressure on his wound. "Oh shit." Devin said, pulling out his gun. He shot it at him, but then realized there weren't any bullets left.

Another shot was fired but missed both of us. Devin ducked behind a counter while I stood there. I froze and watched him point the gun at me. He shot again, but I dodged it. Then I pointed the gun at him and fired. The man fell to the ground. I went over and snatched the gun from his hand. Then I reached for his neck and tried to find a pulse, but I couldn't. He was dead...and I killed him.

"Diggy, you good man?"

I turned my head and saw him staring at me. I sighed then shook my head. "No, he's gone."
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