Hundreds On Dat A$$

Chapter Five

I voiced my thoughts.

"You can never just stay away can you?" I asked him with a slight smirk on my face.

He looked me in my face.

"I guess I can't, but you know exactly why too." He accused.

"What ever do you mean sir?" I questioned him playing dumb. I knew exactly what he meant. He was referring to me playing games with him and teasing him.

" All of the playing around and teasing you be doing to me." He confirmed as he took a few steps closer to me.

" Don't go and make yourself feel special. That's my job, I'm a stripper, what else do you expect from me?" I questioned him with a raise of my right eyebrow and my arms crossed over my chest as I shifted my weight onto my left leg from my right.

He gripped his chin hairs and stared at me as he thought to himself about what he wanted to say next. His intense stare made me feel uncomfortable and intimidated. I begin to shift again and I think he noticed my body language because it was then his turn to smirk.

"Why you be doing that?" He questioned me as the right side of his mouth curved into a grin.

"Why I be doing what?" I questioned him, confused as to what he was referring to.

"Why every time I be staring at you or look at you a certain way, you be squeezing your thighs and shifting and shit?" He cleared up.

Oh shit... I didn't know he noticed me squeezing my thighs. I can't let this man know that every time he smirks, smiles, shit even breathe in my direction that it makes me wet.

" Why you be looking at me in certain ways?" I tested back.

"Don't change the subject I asked my question first." He pressed

"Okay and I asked my question second. That doesn't change the fact that there are still two questions unanswered regardless of the times they were asked." I defended.

He chuckled and shook his head in a no direction.

"You got a smart ass mouth little girl." He said.

"I got a smart ass brain too and I am a grown ass woman, who does grown woman things, has a grown woman house and drives a grown woman car that your standing next to." I rambled as I put my things in the back seat of my car and made my way to the drivers side.

He moved over and blocked the door of my car.

I looked up at his tall frame and rolled my eyes

" Is there something you need?" I asked him smartly.

" Your cellphone number would do." He said.

I scoffed.

" And for what reasons would you need my cellphone number?" I questioned him, curious as to the real reason why he asked for my number.

He chuckled yet again. This nigga got one more time to laugh and witness this waterfall first hand.

" Why else does one need a phone number, to contact you duh. Send you a few dick picks and what not." He added.

I bust out laughing cause he had to be joking. He began laughing along with me.

"Nah, but for real, you should put your number in my phone." He grabbed at my arm, holding one of my hands into his.

I smirked up at him.

"And what do I get out of it?" I questioned him.

He pulled me closer to him so that our fronts were connected. I could actually feel his belt buckle graze against my belly button. He wrapped his arms around me and gently gripped my waist.