Thugs Ain't For Me: Chapter II

3: Master D

*Tuesday*

Bella

I stood nervously in front of 'The Wet Blanket' in the downtown area of where I lived. I felt my throat dry up and my socks drenched with sweat inside my white Nike's. I wanted to make sure that this is what I wanted to do before I did it. I find enough courage to move toward the entrance. I now stood in the barely lit area, music blasting everywhere so loudly that I couldn't even think about what my next move was going to be. People moved swiftly passed me. I looked up this place online so I knew who I was looking for.

"Miss? Can you tell me where Deontae is?" I tapped the shoulder of one of the servers who was walking around giving out cocktails.

"I don't really know. He should be in his office." She disappears back into the crowd leaving me to find his office on my own. I walk around disoriented trying to find his office.

"Excuse me can you-"

"Sorry I'm busy." She flies past me and into a room. I'm starting to get frustrated at these people so I continue to look around myself. Finally I come to a door with a white and gold sign that said "Master D" my only thought at this time was that this is the man I was looking for. I knocked quietly.

"Come in." A coarse harsh voice came several seconds after I knocked. I closed my eyes and turned the knob casually so I wouldn't seem so nervous. "Who are you?" He asked directly when I walked in without even looking up from the phone in his hands.

"...My name is Bella, and I wanted to know." I cleared my throat, "If you are hiring?" I instantly felt ashamed when I asked.

He finally gave me the time of day and analyzed me. "Bella?" I nod. "Hm, well we are always hiring. This the first time you ever...."

"Yeah....it is." I looked away shyly.

"...Okay, well I don't fuck with amateurs." He shuts it down rapidly. "What are your talents?" I lower my head and he rose from behind his executive looking desk. "Please tell me that you didn't waltz your ass in my office and not have anything to offer me?" I get shaky again. But I needed to seem confident.

"What kind of talents you lookin' for?" I shifted my weight to my other leg.

"..How are you on a pole? If you know."

"I've never been on one before but I think I can handle it." He walks closer to me. He honestly wasn't a bad looking man. He stood 6 feet, dressed in a navy blue suit, dark, curly black waves, light brown eyes, thin lips that were defined by his goatee, and perfect white teeth.

"You think you can handle it? That's not what I asked you..." He continues to observe every inch of me. "How many kids do you have?" His question paralyzes me and I stand in front of him speechless for a second. "Don't look so surprised, those stretch marks didn't just....'appear'." I look down at my waist and pull my shirt down to try and cover the marks. "Are you self-conscious?" He smirks.

"Not at all, and I have two kids." I answer honestly. He's stunned by my answer.

"You're so young, two kids really? Is that why you wanna work here?" I nod. "Well now that there's kids involved I feel compelled to give you a job, what do you say we make a deal?" He relocates over to the front of his desk and leans against it, crossing his arms.

"Sure." I agree not having any clue what this deal could possibly be.

"Your eagerness is amazing....but let me see you become enthusiastic about showin' me how bad you really wanna work here." I was lost by his words but once he removed his suit jacket and signaled for me to take a seat I kinda knew where this was heading. His lengthy feet moved toward the chair and within seconds he stood posted right over me. I looked up into his eyes expressing I had no idea what was next. "Show me how bad you want this job." He pressed. It clicked in my head what that meant after about a minute of just silent stares. Did I want this job that bad? I asked myself but quickly after taking into account that nothing ass paycheck I get every two weeks, I answered my own question. My hands shook as I moved them upward to meet his zipper. You got this I think to myself. After his pants fell it revealed his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I inhaled a deep breath before peeling them off of his chiseled waist and down to his toned thighs. Once his briefs were down his dick sprung violently in my face. I latched on to it with my mouth. I licked, stroked, and played with it for about five minutes before he abruptly grabbed my arm, pulled me from the chair, and bent me over. Ripping my joggers from my body he aggressively tore off my Victoria Secret lace panties and shoved his wet, thick dick in my pulsing pussy. I release a violent moan from my mouth as it enters inside me. He starts rotating his hips and pounding so hard I thought I would collapse any moment. "Tell me how bad you want this job." He demanded. When I didn't respond he slammed in and out of me.