Ms. Carter

Chapter 11

{11:45PM, Saturday Night}

“I’m Aaliyah…or Lay, it’s nice to meet you…,” introducing myself wearily, I was wondering what this boy, or man, was harassing me about. I furrowed my brows at him, why the hell was he staring so damn hard, he never seen a stripper before or somethin’? I tuned him out a bit as he was fumbling to give me his name in return, I honestly didn’t care, I just needed to know if he wanted a dance or not.

“Look Honey, do you want a dance or not? I ain’t got all night, I got regular clients tonight, now what do you need?” I rolled my eyes impatiently, holding my hand on my hip waiting for his response. He finally managed to find is words, and brain I hope and gave me his name and his reason for approaching me, I was right he wanted a dance, but he looked way to nervous, like we was going on some type of date or something.

“Uh…um…hey, I’m Maurice and I was wondering if I could get a private dance? Please?” I raised my brows in surprise, taking the wad of cash from him and stuffing it in my bra, a please? Yeah this nigga was definitely a weirdo, but quite the gentlemen. Taking his soft hand, I led him to the back room specifically designed for private dances, from the amount of cash he handed me I was gonna be giving a long dance, and I planned on making his night worthwhile. Well for two reasons, for one this nigga had bank meaning if I put in work, I’d be able to make him a regular, and two, he was sorta cute. He was tall, at least 6’0’’ or so, light skin, skinny, hella tattoos, and my personal favorite, his freckles, I chuckled. A yellow nigga with freckles, he was adorable, but in a manly way, he was sexy, looking over his tall frame, and structured cheek bones I would’ve loved to have one night with him, unfortunately we had just met and I’m not one to fuck on the first night or at least within a thirty-minute radius.

I ran a hand through my hair, pushing him down on the plush couch, straddling his crotch, tenderly draping my arms around his neck I rocked my hips back and forth to the beat of the music, faintly playing through the speakers, I squinted subtly trying to figure out which song it was, I smiled in recognition, it was Body Party. I grinned, lowering myself onto his lap, grinding against him gently, leaning over and kissing on his neck softly, I smirked at the sound of his breathing becoming shorter and quicker, I whispered slyly, tugging at the color of his shirt a bit, “you nervous honey?” His jaw clenched, gulping before he answered, “just a little bit…” he chuckled tentatively and fidgeted in his seat, hesitantly placing his hands on my hips, guiding me against his crotch, I mouthed the words as our hips moved in sync with each other. I didn’t even realize that the song was up and that I should be done, but I ignored it and continued my dance, cupping his cheeks in my hands I bit down on my lip softly, looking down at him as he looked up and met my gaze, gripping my waist a little tighter, trailing his hands down to my ass, smacking it and grabbing it with a hint of dominance that I didn’t see in him before. I gasped slightly, eventually feeling him harden beneath me, his length extended down his thigh. I giggled a bit, twirling my hips around rhythmically, enjoying myself a little more than I should; I involuntarily leaned in, planting a kiss on his soft pinkish lips.

For a small moment I allowed myself to be pulled in, deepening the kiss for a couple seconds that seemed more like hours and pulled back, he looked up at me lazily as if he was day dreaming, and smiled some. “Thank you, for the dance, I’ll…see you around aight?”

Nodding in agreement, I smiled up at him as I slid off his lap, and he kissed my hand before handing me a small note with his number on it, how and when he wrote it down, I’ono, but I took it and held it to my chest, smiling and giggling like a school girl before I skipped off to finish the night with my final dance. For the rest of the night, my eyes followed him everywhere until he turned to give me a slight wave before leaving out the door, this night would only be the beginning of many more to come.

{2:50AM, Sunday Morning}

POV—Maurice

“I TOLD you that shit was gonna be live, didn’t I?! Yo, the amount of bitches I had the whole night was craaazy, can you believe it? And the asses on them were like…”

Attempting to tune Mike’s loud ass out, I cruised down the street, replaying the night in my mind over and over again. Aaliyah was really the only thing that stood out that whole night, she was gorgeous, had a little attitude on her though. But I think she warmed up to me by the end of the night, I’d definitely be going there more often, maybe get to know her a little more each night or something, I don’t know…I guess I just wanted to start having more fun, dating and shit. Yeah, school is important and all but so is fun, so a little bit at a time won’t hurt, I can’t be all work and no play.

Mike finally noticed that I wasn’t really responding to him so he glanced over at me with a goofy ass grin on his face. Taking my eyes off the road, I looked over at him for a second, furrowing my brows in slight annoyance, “what? What the hell you grinnin’ at me like that for?” He laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at me knowingly, he knew I hated when he did that shit. “Nothin’ man, the question is why you over there lookin’ like a little puppy with that goofy smile on your face.” I rolled my eyes, smacking my lips and ignoring his comment, I sped up, getting off the freeway, feeling his stare on me, he chuckled to himself and eventually shared his thoughts aloud, “you like her don’t you?” Taking a sharp turn, I refused to look at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about her, I don’t like Lay.”

“If you didn’t like her, how’d you know who I was talking about? Ahaaa, guilty ass…I take you to the strip club ONE night and you already sprung.” I huffed, rolling my eyes in annoyance, this nigga always talkin’ shit, sometimes I couldn’t stand his ass, solely because I knew he was right…I wasn’t sprung but I did have a little crush on her I guess, it would probably pass over night or something. She gave me a lapdance, and a little kiss, that was her job, right? Make niggas feel good, I wasn’t nothin’ special to her…at least I thought so…