“Detrick maybe all of this was a mistake. Did you hear how she talked to me?”
I sat down on the couch as the reality of me losing my baby set in. I had tried to do right by her and Leroi. But I had unfinished business with Detrick. I had tried to deny the way I felt for far too long, and even Ricky knew it when I was married to him. I slapped him at his daughters funeral not just because of the terrible father he had been to our daughter, but also because he came with such a tacky woman. I tried to pretend that I did not love him because we could have been really wish that I could have been with him because we could have been celebrating 22 years of marriage with him. Navette just never gave me a chance to understand and I could not believe that I did not slap her face for the way that she me. I talked to me.
“Nadine , we just got to give the girl time. I take the blame for most of it, cause she is really mad at me,” he said sitting next to me. I allowed him to wrap me in his arms, “Detrick if us being together is going to cause so many problems them maybe we should just let it go.
“Nay you left me once, and I took that out on my kids, I won’t give you up this easy. I had to watch you get married, and be happy with a man that was not me. Navette found her love, and we found ours so it looks to me like you have a choice to make.”
*************************************************************************************I ended up at the Hoasis which was a hood strip club deep in the West. It was a nice lil spot full of the hottest strippers from ATL, Ohio, and New York. I knew I shouldn’t be in a place like this, but fuck it. I walked into the side door which was for VIP access. My nigaa Biggs was the security guard for VIP, and the nigga was 7’2.
“Aye Biggs what yall got goin on tonight?”
“Shiiit we got Malibu, Toffee Brown, Cocoa Nuts, and Candy lickher from Detroit.”
“ Okay cool, Imma stick with my familiar .”
He made a call on his phone, and then checked me with the metal detector wand before letting me in. Of course it went off, but I padded his pockets a lil so he let me in. It was packed to be a weeknight, and I had to squeeze through to get to the bar.
“Aye Popcorn let me get a Malibu and pineapple,” I said to the sexy ass bartender. She was tall thick with waist length , long black hair that was hers. I still couldn’t tell what nationality that she was although I was leaning on Puerto Rican. It really didn’t matter cause she was sexy as fuck, and had dimple piercings. I turned my back on her as she made my drink and watched the girls on stage. Two rachet chicks taking turns spraying the crowd with water from their pussies. It wasn’t really my thing, but to each his own.
“Here you go baby,” Popcorn screamed over the music.
“How much I owe you baby?”
“Don’t trip it’s on me,” she said smiling that sexy as deep – dimpled smile.
I slid a twenty down her shirt careful to graze her nipple which made her smile then I walked around the deejay booth to the back. When I got through the glass doors to VIP I was me with much weed smoke, and there were naked girls everywhere. Some were sucking dick, some giving lap dances, and some just going at it with each other on the floor. I said a few hellos to some niggas I knew, but quickly stepped to the back of the room and through the curtains. I was never one to get down in public.
My dude Big Mike was on security so he let me with my strap with no problem, of course I looked out for his pockets. I sat down in the plush leather seat in complete darkness. I pulled out my phone and saw Navette had called, but I wasn’t really feeling her right now so I quickly put my shit on mute, and sparked a blunt while waiting for her to show up. I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out in anticipation. I knew I was fuckin up, but it had been a year of nagging, pettiness, and mood swings with Navette. Yeah I loved her, but she was starting to do too much, I had been trying to get her to take some time to just chill out, and hire someone to run the cleaners, but she wanted to have her hands in everything because she was educated, and felt like she knew business better than I did. I didn’t care about none of that because all I was trying to do was clean up money. Gray had given us over 4 mil and I had to account for that. Not to mention that since he had moved out West I was the nigga taking care of the shit here in Louisville. It had taken some convincing, but once I saw how quick the money came I couldn’t leave it alone. Navette would never understand so I left her out of the loop about it. If both dry cleaners failed then we would still be okay. In the meantime she was killin my nerves. She was trippin about shit in my phone that was nuthin I was trippin on her about niggas in her pho to only find out that they were trying to donate to the non-profit. I was not cheating on her, well not exactly. I had met Temptress at my bachelor’s party in Vegas. She was cool, very laid-back, and sexy. She was black and Japanese and was going to school to be a neurologist. Her mother was Japanese, and didn’t really dig her talking to black men even though her father was black. She was only attracted to niggas though so her mama put her out right after high school. She worked at a casino for a while cleaning to help pay for undergrad, but then she was asked to be a showgirl where she made plenty of bread only to find she never had time for school. Anyway, she started dancing so she could have the right balance of work, and school, and she gave me a private dance the night of my bachelor’s party. I remember feeling real guilty cause Navette was pregnant, and having a hard time, but she insisted I have a bachelors party. Temptress was about 6 foot, long hair she could sit on , and small light brown eyes. She looked just like the Pocahontas from the Disney movie, and she walked in on the Kut Klose joint I like. I will never forget the emerald green mask she had on , and the matching emerald green bikini top and skirt that barely covered her ass which was just the right size, not too big, or to little. She walked right up to me and turned around touching her toes as she bounced her ass to the beat. I sat staring as her bottoms disappeared between her plump pink pussy lips. I had been around strippers before, but she was different. She grinded on me, and she kissed my neck, but she never took her clothes off until we hit the master suite alone. Honestly, and truthfully I was so drunk that I don’t remember much after that. All I know is I woke up the next morning with her leg around my waist and her hair laying on my shoulder. I woke her up, and paid her, but she seemed sad when it was time to check out. I didn’t think I would ever see her again, but she had put my number in her phone. We had kept in touch, but I was surprised when she told me that she was moving to my city. I never meant to be nothing more than friends to her, but Navette was making it easy for me.
A single purple light flicked on, and I could hear her heels click as she walked into the room. She was dressed in a purple one piece that shined like diamonds, her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and she had on purple lipstick. Her shoes were clear, but the heel was directly down the middle like a pair of ice skates. She walked over to me, and sat down on my lap placing on of her covered breasts in my mouth. The hard, crunchy material was actually grape nerds. I sucked on her, and crunched the candy at the same time. My dick was hard as a presidential debate as she rubbed her wetness over it. I continued to licked the candy of her chest as she grinded on me, and then she jumped up as the lights turned to small multi colored circles, and Candy Rain started to play. Yeah she was about to rain all over me, and I was gon let her.
