Curved Edges ✔

(92) Feli's Foundation

♡ FELI

I stare into the flames of Donté's fireplace, thinking about my past and mentally throwing my demons into the fire. Donté gave me one of his shirts and a pair of his socks. I'm drowning in his shirt and his socks are way too big too but it feels comfy. Protective.

I sip the white wine he gave me and it's almost like he chose this wine to soothe me. I hear him come in and turn my head to look at him. He looks stressed. I thought he was just dropping the key off at Montell's. What could have possibly happened there?

"Donté? What's wrong?"

He sits down next to me and stares into the flames without saying a word. His jaw is clenched and his leg shakes. He's stressed alright. But I don't want to force him to talk. I hate it when people do that to me.

So I blurt out: "The man you escorted out of the club is my dad."

Donté's head turns my way and his jaw drops. His eyes bore into mine and I continue.

"He impregnated my mom because she had the most amazing curves and he was trying to pass on those genes. I got his though. Flat as a boy. He kept yelling at me how ugly I was and that I couldn't make him money with a body like that."

I shiver and Donté wraps his arm around me. He softly asks: "Why would you make him money with your body?"

I look up at him, "Cause he owned a brothel. And my mom was his most popular prostitute. He wanted to keep that legacy alive with the next generation."

He pulls me closer to him and whispers: "I'm sorry."

I sigh and let the warmth of his body and the heat from the flames warm my skin. I stare into the flames and he says hesitantly: "You look nothing like a boy anymore."

I chuckle a little and say: "Oh, I know. Money and hard work created this body."

His eyebrows raise a little when I say the word money. Oh well, might as well throw it all out there. I look down at my chest and sigh.

"Money bought me these tits. Money I earned by fucking a guy on camera. The kind of guy that fucks college girls and the only thing in the shot is his dick?"

I can tell he knows what I'm talking about and I continue: "It paid very well. And he really knew his way around the bedroom. I went back for a second time, with a friend of mine. Anyway, I used that money to get my tits done. And that's when I started to earn serious money with my body. Money for myself. Made with dancing, stripping and modeling."

I look into his eyes and there's no judgment in them what so ever.

"I workout and dance 20 hours a week on top of my work in the club. Now that I'm getting a tiny bit older I have to work harder to maintain my physique. And I'm determined to stay at the club for as long as I can. Best job I ever had and Madame Antoinette feels like a mom."

I lean back on my hands and stretch my legs out, wiggling my toes in the baggy socks on my feet. My mind drifts to the time I found out I was pregnant.

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I stare at the six pregnancy tests on the dirty sink. They all say the same thing. I've been with one man in the past few months. Once. And I don't even know his name. He's not from here. He invited me to his hotel room after he visited the club.

A fine, Asian piece of ass he was. And a decent sized dick too. And he could lick like...

Anyway, I guess I'm having a mixed-race baby.