〰 Take a redhead that uses her assets to get her way in business, a curly nanny who believes in true love, a dark-haired, drop-dead gorgeous stripper and you've got a curved t(h)reat.
Then add a nerdy personal trainer, a tall, dark and handsome bo...
I walk into the empty club with Montell and follow him to his mother's office. The club is closed on Sundays but I like to use that time to come up with some new cocktails or rearrange things behind the bar to make it more efficient. Things I don't get around to do when the place is packed.
I wait at the door while Montell opens the safe in Mrs. Antoine's office. My eyes wander around the office and land on two large framed pictures on the wall behind the desk. The left one shows a close-up of a garter belt and a stocking around a curvy thigh. My eyes move to the picture next to it. It's a close-up of a cocktail waitress' cleavage.
A very familiar cleavage, I have no doubt who's it is.
And neither does my dick. I adjust him in my pants and hear Montell chuckle.
He says: "Yeah, my mom took those pictures. She claims Ama's body is made for that outfit. And she says Ama is the only one she could be gay for."
"Yeah, her body is perfect for it."
Montell pulls the money bags out of the safe and closes it again. I give him a nod and we make our way down, straight into his car and to the bank.
Ever since that night he was held at gunpoint in front of the bank, I've been accompanying him on his deposit trips. There are always weirdo's out there who are willing to kill a man for a bit of cash. And Montell is the kind of guy that chooses fight instead of flight. Which he did the first time. He punched the robber's lights out.
But his mom wants to make sure he comes back alive. So she asked me to join him and made Montell believe it was his idea. Yeah, she's smooth like that. She does it to all of us. But it's done with a good heart behind it.
Montell deposits the money, while I cover his back.
We get back into his car and make our way back to the club.
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♡ FELI
I love the quiet of Sunday nights at the club and using this time to test out new routines. I come up with everything in the dance studio close to my house but the stage is short and narrow here, so I need to test my moves before doing them when the club is open.
My shirt comes off as I run through the routine in my head. Cycling shorts, sports bra and heels is my outfit of choice when I practice.
I'm slowly walking down the narrow stage, counting my steps as I go.
I make a handstand against the pole and wrap my legs around it. Shit, I'm having trouble pulling my upper body up to wrap my hands around the pole. I slowly spread my legs, sliding down the pole and doing the splits as I reach the floor.
This move requires the right amount of momentum. Too much and I hit the pole. Hard. Not enough and I won't be able to grip the upper half of the pole with my hands after I've wrapped my legs around it. Okay, here we go. I get up and walk back to the start of the stage. I take a deep breath and focus.
I start running and make the handstand, slam my back against the pole, wrap my legs around it and try to pull myself up to grip the pole with my hands but fail. I swear and slide down to the floor, rubbing my back as I sit up.
Montell and Donté walk in and run over to me with worried looks on their faces.
I chuckle, "I'm alright boys. Just trying a new routine. You know I like a challenge."
Montell says: "And so does Ama apparently." He nudges Donté who smirks a little.
I need to call Ama later. I have to know more about that. She better kiss and tell.
I look at the pole from below and turn my face to Montell. "Montell? Do we still have some of that reflective tape?"
He nods and leans over the bar to grab a roll, tossing it at me.
I catch it and think for a second. Yeah, that could work.
I rip a piece of tape off and stick it to my bra. I make a handstand and wrap my legs around the pole, grabbing the tape and sticking it down on the floor, next to my left hand. Now let's pray I can actually see it when I come running down the stage. If so, I can turn it into a back-flip and that will give me more than enough momentum to grip the pole with my hands.
I count my steps from the mark to the beginning of the stage. I close my eyes and envision it all, taking in a deep, slow breath.
My feet start running and I see the tape shimmer in the stage lights.
I do a back-flip, my legs wrapping around the pole, swinging my upper body up, grabbing the pole and sliding down as I spread my legs slowly, landing in the splits.
Yes! That went pretty smoothly.
I hear Donté and Montell clap and I smile at them.
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♡ MONTELL
I don't really want to waste my time here when I know Mona is at my place, packing my things up. She told me she didn't mind, but I don't want her to do all the work. Besides I want to be with her.
Yeah, I'm that pathetic.
Donté pokes me in the ribs, "You know I can close up, right? Especially now that there's no money left to steal."
We laugh and I hand him the key.
"Thanks man. Drop it off at my place when you're done. I'm packing my things with Mona in there. I'm moving into her place."
I grin like an idiot and Donté chuckles.
He says: "Will do bro. You go see your woman. And congrats on moving in together."
I wave at Feli and run out, on my way to the woman that holds all of my heart.
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A little bit of a filler, leading up to drama. So get ready. ;) Tried to get it up before midnight. Failed, 00:07 right now.
I doubt I need to say I'm going straight to bed. But yes, going straight to bed. Come snuggle me please. ;)
