Page 14 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
Stepping into my personal space, she pressed her body into mine making sure her lips were positioned by my ear. “It was too late for you the moment you followed me blindly. Now, you want what you came for or not? I don’t have all night.”
She stepped back and into the room. I couldn’t lie. I did follow her blindly and now it was either do or don’t. Turning that corner, I realized she’d dragged me to her office. Walking deeper into it, I took my time taking it in. I was shocked to see she had a pole and stage in this muthafucka, too. One too many thoughts came to mind with her as the entertainment.
“How you paying?”
“Direct wire.”
She looked over at me and said, “Excuse me?”
There was one velvet seat in front of the stage. Because I had yet to take a seat, I did so there. I was curious to see what came next. “Direct wire. Do you not understand how that works?”
“Having an intellectual disability is unfortunate. Too bad I don’t have one. Me saying excuse me is me asking you what the fuck you think this is.”
Smiling hard, I answered with my back to her saying, “A business transaction. I don’t see the problem.”
Her heels clicked against the marble floor alerting me that she was closing the short distance between us. When she finally came to stand in front of me, the spotlight that beamed from the ceiling dawned in on her. I quickly realized they were motion censored, and she was in view.
“When you stepped foot in my club, yo’ intentions were to throw a bag on a hoe downstairs. You saw me and suddenly changed yo’ mind. Understandable. What sparked yo’ curiosity was my stage, right? So, when you say direct wire, you expect me to strip and show you all a bitch cool tricks. Trust me, I can make you blow more than a petty ass hunnid bands baby boy. I’m just that good. However, I’m uninterested. You have two options. You can take yo’ disrespectful ass back downstairs and be thoroughly entertained by one of my girls or leave my establishment altogether. Choose.”
I sat there roaming her body from head to toe and back again. My gaze fixated on the catlike eyes she possessed. I had to give it to her. Most women that wore blush, overdid it. However, she applied just the right amount to her almond brown skin. With her nails and toe tips being as bright as the pink wig on her head, I gathered that pink was a color she favored.
“Damn bubble gum in a dish. You gon’ do me like that?” I asked in a joking manner.
She released a hearty laugh before stepping between my legs. She leaned over, and I noticed the grill she had in her mouth. She wasn’t shit like I expected a boss to be. I wasn’t gon’ hold you. I wanted shawty. I didn’t give a fuck what I had to do to get her either.
“A hunnid bands won’t even let you smell my farts nigga. Once again, it’s one of my girls or the door,” she spoke slowly maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Reaching up, I grabbed her by the neck gently and backed her pretty ass up to the glass window behind her. She smelled damned good, and I’d bet that lil’ gas she passed smelled even better.
“How much then?” I questioned.
“W-What? How much for what?”
“To smell it. I want to smell that, yo’ morning breath, and whatever else you got to offer.”
“That is so fuckin’ disgusting. What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked pushing me away from her.
She slid out the way and quickly put distance between us. I figured that was coming. She challenged me like I wasn’t a nasty nigga. Lil’ did she know, I could enjoy whatever she threw my way, except that shit that fucked with my health. A nigga wasn’t that fuckin’ nasty.
“Look, you got this pole in here for a reason. I’m just trying to see if the owner can work the room like the bitches she puton the floor. Is that too much to ask? I’m willing to wire you whatever you ask for.” I had money to blow so why the fuck not.
“What’s yo’ name?” she asked.
“Ashaun and yours?”
Nodding, she said, “That’s really cute and you are too. Too bad yo’ rude ass won’t ever get to see it. I want you to get the fuck out, Ashaun. I’m not gon’ ask you again. Choose and do it quickly, Ashaun.”
I was a nigga that took risk. Many referred to me as a hoe and truthfully speaking, I was. I was so goddamn easy for a pretty ass chocolate bitch it wasn’t even funny. The way she was handling me, had my dick hard. I was so used to pussy being thrown at me; it turned me on when a woman knew her values.
“You know my name, but you’ve yet to offer yours. At least give me that before you throw me out on my ass.”
She looked me dead in the eyes, and I felt my walls crumble. Damn she had a nigga by the balls. I wanted her fine ass and this lil’ exchange ain’t do shit but put her on a nigga radar. I came for entertainment, and I’d be damned if she ain’t show a nigga a good time. I was accepting this challenge with a smile.
“Akira.”
I took subtle steps backward toward the door. A nigga wasn’t quite ready to take my eyes off her. She was beautiful, petite, but curvy at the same time. Every decline I received today ain’t do shit but make me want to try harder. Arion wasted no time locking down what he felt was for him, no matter how drunk he was. I knew my brother and that wasn’t impulsive. I guess I could follow suit and lock one down, too.
“I’ll see you soon beautiful. Oh, and I would ask for you to send the baddest to me but apparently, I ain’t got enough to smell her farts. Give me second best,” I said winking at her.
