Tasha
I poured edible massage oil all over his back and begin to work all the kinks. "You're really tense." I say as I work through the knots and hard spots. "Yeah I been stressed." He said turning over and pointing down at his member. I smirked and poured some more oil in my hands. "Is it because your wife is a stripper? That would bother me too. But I can't talk." I say about to rub him when he jumps up. "What the hell are you talking about? My wife ain't no damn stripper." Marcus sat up and swung his legs over the table. "Oh shit you ain't know. I thought you knew my bad." I say wiping my hands off, it's clear that he is about to leave. "How would you know?" He asked standing up. "Nawl man. I wouldn't have brought it up if I knew you ain't know." I say throwing on my robe and putting the oils back in my basket. "Tell me." He said grabbing my throat and squeezing right, cutting off my air supply. I struggled trying to get his hand from around my neck. "Okay." I managed to get out, he let me go and I coughed trying to catch my breath. This motherfucker is crazy! "Well?" He stood there and tapped his foot. "I saw her in there. On stage." "Where?" "Pink kitty in Oak Springs. Now get the hell out of my house." I said as he smirked and put the money on my dresser. I rubbed my neck as I slammed my door behind him. I ain't fucking with him no more. I get dressed because after that? I need a drink so I'm about to go to this bar. "Where you going?" I see Chelsea walking up as I'm walking to my car. "The bar." I say getting in my car. I was shocked to see her get in the passenger side but I didn't say anything. "How have you been?" She asked, as I drove. "Well I was just choked by Pastor Marcus Williams." I say nonchalantly as if my throat wasn't hurting. "Wait..What?" She turned around and touched my neck, making me flinch a little. "Tash your neck has bruises on it! Why'd he do that?" She asked. "Wait... is he one of your tricks?" I nodded as I turned on 33rd street. "And he supposed to be a man of God! That's not God like at all. I oughta beat the fuck out of his ass. But you know what? Word on the street is that he had a baby on First Lady anyway." Chelsea was filling me in on the gossip when we pulled up to the bar. "He a woman abusing cheating ass hoe. And his wife is a stripper. Nice couple." I say sarcastically making Chelsea stop. "Hold on. Raven is a stripper? How you know?" "I saw her myself. Homegirl got moves. Had me wanting to pull out the strap and climb on that stage." I say, Chelsea just laughed as we walked in and took a seat at the bar. "Can I get a gin and tonic?" I ask the bartender, he nodded and looked at Chelsea. "Sparkling water please." She said. "Do your parents know that you are around me?" I asked her. She shook her head and scanned the room. "I'm grown and I can make my decisions about who I want to hang with." She said making me laugh. "Yeah okay what brought about this revelation?" I asked taking a sip of my drink. "You. Actually Tasha you're my inspiration. You do whatever you want, no matter what anyone has to say about you." She said drinking her water. "Yeah but sometimes that shit hurt Chelsea. Like when you dissed me? That shit hurt for real." I said downing my drink and signaling for another one. "You driving back right?" She nodded so I took that as the okay to get completely wasted. I need to after the night I've had.
