Talk Dirty

Chapter 3- Falling.

Ashley.

An ambrosial scent accumulated through the air, as sleep crept into the inner corners of my eyes. The smell explained why Rayan wasn't in bed and I felt my mouth line curve into a smile. I struggled out of the sheets (I guess he brought me up here, cause all I remember was squirming around and moaning on the couch) and ran across the bathroom, wrapping a soft towel around my nude body. I brushed my teeth with what I thought was a spare toothbrush, washed my face and fixed my messy hair. 

Breakfast was delicious as I expected and all Ray and I had done during the time was kiss and talk about me being in the drug industry  before I left off to do some business. 

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I came to a hault at the traffic lights, licking the tips of my fingers and rolling up a blunt. I lit the blunt, inhaling the 'stress reliever' and exhaling it out of the window, which cause a strong stench to fill the tepid air. 

When I arrived at the str1p club 5 minutes late, I scurried to my Boss' office. My boss sat in his chair, one leg crossing the other and the blinds closed.

"Sorry Rak-"

[Yes Ashley's boss is Rakim Mayers AKA A$AP ROCKY]

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want you to call me that?" Rakim snarled.

"I got stuck in traffic and-"

"Y'know you're lucky that your ass is so fine and that I love you? Otherwise, you would've been fired already." He grinned, flaunting off his gold grills and licking lips. I just rolled my eyes.

"Rak- Rocky, you know that I don't love anybody. I can't. And I think that we should call this 'fling' that we have, off." I said, agitated. Yea, I admit, Rakim or should I say Rocky, was handsome and probably was the most handsome man I'd ever see besides Ray. He was slightly older than Rayan and I, as he was 25 and we were 22. Of course, we had a thing going for each other and he was a regular client. He was kinda my manager/partner too, and I used to want to be his wife, the one he loved but since I been in the game, love just wasn't the answer for me.

"You know you can't call this off, and you do love me. I can tell by the way you look at me, the way you call my name when we're making love." Rakim insited. He had a point.

"There's a difference between making love and having s*x Rakim. What we do is s*x! S-*-X, which is what I do with every other client who I don't give a fuck about." At this point, he rubbed his temples indicating that he was upset.

"I give you all the money you need, I love you and you don't appreciate shit." He growled; I saw the rage in his eyes.

"I do. Just not the way you want me to." 

Suddenly, Rakim smashed his lips onto mine. I tried to snatch away however my guts told me otherwise. I swirled my tongue around between the walls of his mouth giving him a seductive look- I guess that was the look that indicated I loved him.

"That look.." He whispered, sucking on my neck and giving me hickeys. I wrestled his suit jacket off as my head sunk into his neck. He pushed me up, french kissing me and pulling my spaghetti top off. I had no bra...Rakim gasped, carressing my boobs whilst biting on my nipples. He bent his head lower and slid my bootyshort's and panties off, rubbing my thighs. I unbuttoned his shirt and tugged on his boxers which, his hard member was poking out off. He threw off his church shoes and lord, my p*ssy grew instanstly wet as I stared at his manhood. My mouth creaked open, I was speechless. 

"You ready baby?" I nodded, and he twisted his fingers inside of me. Going deeper and deeper. I moaned and he grins, his smooth lips kissing my stomach. I squirted all over his finger and he licked it all off, slipping his finger out of me. Then he inserts his tongue, flickering it everywhere and sucking all my juices up. I got up and grabbed his manhood, shoving it in my mouth. Rakim pulled my head back, causing me to deepthroat and all his medicine shot up in my mouth. I nearly gagged but instead, I sucked him off.  His dick slid into me and we made love..

After 15 minutes, we both reached our climax. His cum shot up inside me and once again, I broke another rule of prostitution. I'd raw s*x...

"Shit Rakim, I need to get ready!" I jumped off off him and flung my clothes on, grabbing my bag and rushing into the dressing room. I greeted all the strippers.  

"Hey C!" I hugged my friend Chrystal, who had started stripping the same time I did and was now my best friend.

Chrystal was from trinidad with long hair that she'd recently died blonde. She had perfect shaped lips, full boobs and was considered thick because of her huge ass that I so badly admired.  Chrystal was a lesbian and I knew, she had some type of feeling for me but I wasn't lesbian. I'd have strongs feelings for her however, I didn't want to become a lesbian. I didn't want to have feelings for the opposite gender, let alone my own gender.

"Hey gorgeous! How you been?" Chrystal cheesed, slipping on a pair of sheer black tights and a corset.

"Y'know, the usual. Rayan's birthday was yesterday and he wanted me to come over and you know what that led to... Other than that, I've been okay. But chu' know there's this new dude called Perez at the den and he tried to get it!" I rolled my eyes, watching her brows arch. I giggled.

"Whore!" C said playfully. I could tell she was trying to be happy for me.

"..Yeh, you don't even know!" I laughed, hugging her. Her flowery scent travelled through my nose causing me to smile widely. I took in her beautiful aroma and let go of her; she was just glowing.

I forced a smile and slipped off my clothes, dressing in a flirtacious pink Victoria's Secret lingerie set, ripped tights and tiedye shorts. I could feel Chrystal eye-f*cking me as I placed large hoops into my ears and a scafold earring into my scafold piercings. My diamante belly piercings was already in. I slid into some red hot heels and sat at my beauty desk, applying tonnes of makeup to my face. Soon after I heard my name being called...

I walked onto the stage, flaunting my immaculate body and shaking my a*s. I hung onto the pole, and slid down in falling into a front split on the hard ground. Within an instant, many hundred dollar bills were piling onto the stage. Pour It Up- Rihanna, played in the background. I jumped back on the pole which caused 20s, 50s, 100s even 500 dollar bills to the stage. I swung around and jumped off, twerking and booty popping in the audience's faces and of course they started tapping my a*s. Whistles and cheers fluttered in the air as I flung my bra to the side,  pouring baby oil down my body and carressed my tits. The song came to an end and I shook my ass goodbye. I grabbed all the money, and ran into the dressing room only to be welcomed by a chorus of applause. 

I changed back into my non-stripp*r sophisticated look began counting my money. All the dumb fucks throwing stacks at me when they could be getting a new house or feed they kids, were stupid as fuck but hey aslong I was getting my money everything was gucci.

"50..100..750..1000..3575..8,9,10.." I mumbled, licking my fingers and feeling what I yearned for, sliding across them. In total I made $15,100 to the exact, wow.

And that was me, Ashley Valentine. Hustling and being stuck in the midst of love; a love triangle. A love triangle between Rayan, Chrystal and Rakim...

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