Hundreds On Dat A$$

Chapter Two

Can we stay home tonight
Try something new tonight
'Cause you got me feelin' right
I'm 'bout to lose my mind
Hennessy look what you did to me

I ground and rolled my body around stage to one of my favorite songs. I gazed out into the crowd in search of Mr. Hundreds, but I guess it was one of his off weekends. I chuckled at that thought to myself and continued to dance.

My head keep on spinning
My legs keep on shaking
But my head keep on spinning
I'm outta' my mind
Lets keep on sipping
Let's make some babies and
Make it official
I feel you inside
No better feeling
I throw it back and
You catch my drifting

In my mind, I thought of us fucking to this song. It put me in an even sexier mood, causing me to excell my sexiness in my dance moves. My hips dipped a little more and my body swayed more gracefully as my neck rolled around. I caught myself as a moan began to slip between my lips. My eyes popped open in realization of what was happening. When I looked around I was still on stage and the stares were intense.

The song finished up and I scurried to collect up my earnings and exited the stage in quick motions. I made my way to my station and sat down, throwing my head in my hands.

Damn, I barely even know the nigga and he got me lusting over him. Shit, I need to get myself together.

I finished off my bottle of vodka and began to get myself together to go home.

"Caramel, E Man want chu' in his in his office." Robert announced to me.

"Ard, tell em give me a minute." I responded.

"Ard ma." He said and left out to I guess go let Eric know I was coming.

"Prolly just want another dick suck." I heard this stripper called Foxy mumble.

"Bitch fuck you say? Whatever the fuck I do is nun of ya damn concern. I'm grown and you damn sho ain't my momma to be worried about my actions." I said back.

She looked up and smirked at me.

"You didn't deny the shit so it just be true." she said apparently humored. Time to shut her shit down. She obviously need her feelings hurt. She prolly like Eric.

"First and for most I don't get on my knees for nobody that aint my man unlike some of y'all bitches. Like I said before what I do is nun of your concern, but since you seem so interested when I go in his office he eats my pussy and he does it well. What you really need to be worried about is finding some new dance moves and throw away those whack ass dances you be doing and while you at it go get that fucking coochie checked cause you smelling a little fishy to me boo. Next time you think you wanna mumble some shit bout me, be ready to throw some hands cause I ain't wit all the arguing shit." With that said I made my way to Eric's office.

When I walked in I slammed the door behind me and I could tell he knew something was wrong.

"Fuck wrong witchu? Slamming fucking doors and shit." he said with his eyebrows raised.

"Shut the fuck up, I'll slam it the fuck again and you better get them fucking hoes in check if you don't want they faces to get fucked up. Especially that hoe Foxy imma fuck her up Eric I ain't playin" I said clearly pissed. He smirked at me and walked up to me.

"You always were sexy when you were mad." he said while squeezing on my ass and kissing on my neck.

"Part of the reason I enjoyed pissing you off when we were together." he added and continued to assault my neck with his mouth.

"What was the other reasons" I asked while looking up. Apart from his facial features, Eric's height had made him even more sexier. I love tall men.

"I always knew that you were horny when your mad." he replied while lifting me up against the wall and onto his shoulders, my pussy in his face. He hiked my skirt up and ripped my panties that I stupidly wore off and dug in.

"Uhhhh" I moaned as he flicked his tongue against my clit "You gonna buy me some new ones." I moaned out as he continued to eat me.

He shoved his tongue deeper into my hole, sucking and licking all of the dripping juices. Him slurping turned me on even more as we heard a knock on the door. He paused for a few seconds and then continued to eat. I guess this pussy was more important. I pulled my lip in my mouth as I heard the door open. I opened my eyes to see a shocked Foxy standing there looking up at me on Eric's shoulders up against the wall. I smirked as I began to moan louder just to make a show. I rubbed on his head as he feasted on my pussy ignoring who ever walked in.

Her face began to turn red as a furious look took over it. It was now my turn to smirk at her. " I- I'll j-just come back later" she studdered.

"Yea you do that." he hummed sending vibrations against me causing me to come that instant.

"Fuuucckkk" I groaned out my eyes shut tight.

When I opened them back, she was no longer standing at the door and it was now shut. Eric slurped up the last of my juices and stood me back up on my now wobbly legs. He chuckled when he noticed how unstable I was.

"You good ma?" he smirked with an eyebrow raised.

"Shut up nigga I should be asking you that so you won't be at my door at 3 in the morning no more. How I taste?" I asked as I fixed my skirt from being pushed up under my titties.

"The best as always." he replied causing me to smile and wink at him.

"I know you happy she walked in on us." he said while sitting in his chair.

"Quite frankly I don't give a fuck, you just better watch her cause she gonna try to kill me after seeing her boyfriend eating my pussy imma have to murk her." I said half joking, but mostly serious.

"Shut that boyfriend shit up. I would never wife that hoe even if my life depended on it. She just give good head." he smirked.

"Yea I bet. You know she got a crush on you though." I said while grabbing my bag up.

"Well she better get rid of her crush cause my eyes are already on someone else." he said while looking me up and down referring that that someone else was me.

"Well that someone else likes faithful niggas so when you figure out how to be that then holla at me." I said as I dismissed myself from his office after giving him a stern look.

It's evident that I still got salty feelings about our old relationship. But I refuse to sit around while my nigga around town with other bitches when he should be at home cuddled with me. I will not be played. Best and believe he got that ass beat, along with the bitches who knew he was mine.

I maneuvered my way down the highway towards home, stopping by little Cesar's and getting a meat lovers pizza with a Hawaiian Punch drink and some cheesy bread and continued on my way home. When I got in the house, I threw my keys in the basket by the door and took my food to the kitchen, sitting to eat. After eating half of the pizza and three sticks of cheesy bread, I put my left overs up and took my greedy ass to go shower. After I washed up and followed my normal routine of counting my money and putting it away, I jumped in bed and rested my eyes but I was still confused...

Why was my mind still focused on him?