The Stripper Chronicles 2: Indiscretions (Excerpt )

Chapter 3

Friday was finally here. Through the week, I been planning my wedding and taking care of my business at work. I decided to have the wedding at The Rose Garden and to Mom's dismay Dad's Justice of The Peace friend will officiate. My reception was to be held at The Morgan Center. It was a place to hold large gatherings. I decided to do lunch with my wing girls Erica and Janice. Misha was at The caters and Regina was at her job. Lisa said she was coming tonight and bringing two other women.
Erica and Janice got into it because:
"I don't want to hear no DJ Imp....some Lesbian chick!" argued Janice. "I want DJ Wiz, he doesn't play all that depressing stuff. I wanna jam.!"
"Imp is great, Holly recommended her." cried Erica.
"Always agreeing with Snow Bunny." scoffed Janice rolling her eyes.
" I heard Imp's music when you and Holly conned me into that club." I said. "Too kiddish...these people don't wanna hear Future and all these rappers...they old school." I interject.
"Well, I am Misha got the music for tonight and I know it's gonna be good."
Jason texted me saying he had to work again tonight. He worked late the weekend. Monday and Tuesday night he had to an seminar. Wednesday he stayed up on the laptop all night. Thursday we had The Living Dead sex and he past out. He cancelled lunch with me on Tuesday. When I tried to communicate with him it was always him cutting me short or
"Connie, I have a lot on my plate..."
I keep myself amused by letting my mind wonder to that stranger at the gas station. I wank away on my vibrator some nights.
I now found myself with Erica, Lisa, and Janice waiting on Misha and Regina. Lisa brought her other friends which were older women. The finger food Misha had catered wasn't really hitting on anything. But the alcohol was great.
Anaisha was ready to start. Lisa brought two older ladies, one named Miss June and the other Mrs. Foster.
"We heard that they had Scrippers..." said one to the other.
"It would make up for this nasty food."said the other.
" Where Misha at....shit I want to see the swing-a-lung..." lamented Janice. "Shit..I hope it's better then this food." She threw the little half eaten sandwich back in her plate.
"Well, Ladies in a few, I have another engagement. So I am getting started." Anaisha was getting impatient, so I nod for her to go on.
She pressed her phone and Salt-n-Pepa"s 'Let's Talk About Sex' played. The ladies moved to the music.
"Who's the Bride?" Anaisha asked. Everyone point to me. I raised my hand hesitatingly.
"Well, Bitch, I am going to teach you how to get your freak on and be that ratchet ass Porn Bitch your man will love..." she continued.
Lisa was looking uncomfortable.
Anaisha must have caught her expression.
"White Girl...you got a problem?" she asked, giving her a look.
"Well...the language...." Lisa stammered.
" That's the problem right there. We are all grown ass Bitches in this room. Y'all are so busy trying to be proper and ya man is out fucking hoes." Lisa gasped. This made everyone's head snapped at attention.
"I bet your husband right now letting some bitch deep throat his dick cause you so high and mighty, you won't even get on your knees."
The older women agreed.
"Damn right....half of these muthas can't even get it up!" Said one of them.
"And half of em get their nut and then their done." said the other.
Anaisha smirked her approval.
"That's what I am saying. That's the problem with us women. Ma didn't want to teach us about the power of the pussy. This shit between our thighs can build and break. We are taught to let the man be the head or we got to keep him happy so he won't cheat or leave us. But all you in here got businesses and great jobs and you did it for yourself. Why not instead of thinking about him and pleasing a man. Let's fuck because we like it. Cause hell I like some big dick muthafucker to pound the shit out of my pussy doggystyle." The women were all agreeing with nods and " Hmmmm."
"And damn the perfect body. Toni Morrison has a few lines in her book about loving every part of yourself. Maya Angelou has this poem...'Phenomenal Woman' where she talks about the sway of her hips. We all are blessed with something. Don't sale yourself short." All the women even Lisa clapped.
The doorbell rang.
Misha and Regina were standing with three men behind them.
" What took y'all so long...." I said to them. I offered all to come in.
"Girl, I had to pick up your Gurl.." said Misha. Regina apologized and said she had an meeting at the College.
Misha stood back to introduce the men. They were so built and tall and.....
There he was standing here. Oh my Lord, the Chocolate blue -eyed god. He smiled and showed his....fangs. What's his name?
"And this is Relic..." Misha introduced. Regina looked like she was getting acquainted with the younger one.
" Ma'am....we would like to change." said he one named Python.
I looked at him in a daze. Misha laughed.
"Girl, you got plenty of rooms in this big ol house. Guys I got your music..."
I showed them to guess room. It was a bathroom in there. They thanked me but Relic gave me an handshake and in this booming voice with a smile he said , "Thank you, my Lady."
I left them to get ready. I couldn't believe a man would make me tingle.