Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 5

The place we choose was a few blocks up from the club, we didn't have any cars and didn't think today would be the time to roam the great city of New York in search of a quick breakfast so Uncle Bobby's sounded ok.

"Damn I wish I had a car this place's food is so damn tiring." Sheena complains.

"Hey its better than McDonalds twenty-four seven." I laugh at the though of eating McDonald's all day everyday. I remember my freshman year of high school when we had to watch this documented study on a guy who actually did. He like gained 25 pounds and according to his girlfriend was a dead man walking in bed.

"Girl if we ate McDonalds everyday we literally couldn't be strippers."

I laughed again and took a sip of my coffee.

"So like what's the deal with Steve, word at the club is he's been pumping a lot of girls out."

I almost choke on my food at surprised by her statement. "What are you taking about?" I cough as I take a sip of orange juice.

"Just like I said, a bunch of the girls have been talking saying that Steve's been making them fuck this same group of guys. It's been going on for weeks now. Says the moneys to good to pass up."

My heart drops, weeks? this has been going on for weeks? Sheenas face is twisted and her eyes squint at me. "As a matter of a fact where have you been these last few nights? Crystal are you fucking these men?" she prods loudly.

I look over at the women in the booth beside us, she gives me a dirty look. "Can you not be so loud," I whisper. "No im not fucking any men." I half lie. I had only been fucking one man and whose to say he's a part of this thing. Sheena did say this had started weeks ago.

The expression on Sheenas face tell me she doesn't believe me. "I swear al I do is private dance and it's only for one dude. The same dude. He just got money." I shrug.

"I don't believe you." she rolls her eyes at me. "Come on what about Alona? If you get caught up in this mess on a Prostitution charge there is no way CPS will let you even look at her."

"I am not a prostitute." I snap at her. "And I will get Alona back, you'll see." I slap one of my new crisp twenties on the table and get up to leave.

          Tonight Chresanto decided he didn't even want me to dance as soon as I stepped in the back room he pulled me onto his lap pushed my panties to the side and pushed a condom onto himself then himself into me.

I moan and roll my head back. "Damn, I bet you were waiting for me all day weren't you?" I bite my bottom lip and continue to rock myself back and forth on him taking in every inch. He smirks and presses down on my hips bringing me as far down as possible. "Maybe." he finally answers.

I grab the back of his head and pull his lips to my neck. He grazes his tongue over the evidences of the last few nights and sucks on the tender spots. After creating new marks on my skin he lowers his lips down to my breasts and began to fondle with my nipples.

His lips wrapped around my nipple, his cheeks hollowing, and all breath leaving my body. The rough sucking felt so good and I couldn't help but gasp and arch my back in his hands.

He continued to kiss across my chest to the other breast, murmuring dirty words about how my skin tasted sweet. His tongue lapped around my now hardened nipple, before surrounding it with wet the warmth from his textured tongue and suction from his lips.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum."

I hadn't even realized I was still sitting on Chresanto's hardened member and pivoting my hips until I felt a that certain sensation that sent rippled chills throughout my body.

Chresanto stopped sucking and kneading my breasts and started to pick up the speed. "Hope you didn't forget we were fucking." He jokes as if he just read my mind.

I clamp myself down on him making him moan and wince in a mix of pain and pleasure at my sudden shift in tightness. "Ohh." He smirks. I rest my hands on his muscular chest and let them snake behind his neck. Finally I reach my peak and empty myself onto him. "Damn." I look down to see the his condom is now soaked in my cum and filled with his. "That looks hot." I comment.

The smirk on his face that seemed to be missing last night was back and he sighed loudly while resting his head on the back of the couch. I climb off his lap and sat on my legs leaning on the head of the couch to the side.

"Now thats some real top dollar pussy." he smiled. I giggled and shoved him playfully. "Round 2?" His suggestion gave me butterflies and got me excited. Two orgasms in one night, his amazingly playful mood, plus three thousand five hundred sounded perfect.

I get on the floor and on the ground between his legs before sliding the condom from his dick and placing it to the side. I slowly started to stroke him locking eyes with his and began to kiss his member. From the head down the shaft and to his balls. Before getting the chance to fill my mouth with him I hear the doorbell ring.

Chresanto's entire demeanor changed in that split second. He went from being seductive and playful to clenching his jaw and displaying the same black stare he had last night. "Stay here and don't say a word. Got it?" He warned.

"What wrong?"

"Nothing just sit your ass in this room and don't come out. I don't need anyone seeing you."

Slightly hurt by his words I say silent and watch with confusion as he quickly puts on his joggers and storms out of the room.

"Asshole." I mumble.

I sit in the room in silence for a while before grabbing my purse from the ground and pulling out my favorite nerve reducer. I poured some of the contents out onto the back of my hand and brought it to my nose to inhale.

A large crash followed by the sound of an angry man yelling made me jump and spill my drug all over the floor and couch. "What the fuck man!"

I swear to God im going to give him a piece of my mind. First he demands me to stay put and now he made me drop my fucking shit? Fuck staying in this room. I pick up the blanket tossed over the side of the couch and wrap it around me before storming toward the sound.

To my surprise I meet eyes with an older woman who looks to be in her late fiftys trying to comfort an obviously distraught Chres. She had his eyes, was that his mother? Her eyes were filled with tears and she looked at Chres very much worried.

I felt the need to question the two but I don't have any business doing that. I've known Chres for 3 days.. nights technically and all I know about him is he seems to have a lot of money, a temper and like sex. Taking the first move the woman cups my hands in hers and gives me a solemn and hopeful look. "You must be Vannessa? Chres has told me so much about you." she turns to gaze at him again then turns back to me. "It's his father." she gazed at him one last time before letting go of my hands and bending down to give her son a his on the forehead. "I have to go." she wipes her eyes a steps out of the apartment closing the door behind her.

Confused I look to Chresanto, with his face is in his hands. I felt the strong urge to leave too but I also knew that would be shitty..