Page 30 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“You are that something live. I’ll be up in a sec.” With that, I hung up and went to toss my phone back in the car when I got another call. This time it was Cedees. Releasing a deep breath, I answered once more with, “What’s up?”
“Where you at?”
“The Elevator. What’s up?” I asked for the third damn time.
“Oh, nothing. I was bored and wanted to chill with the girls. Heidi is in town for another couple of weeks I believe so I wanted to make sure I got my time in before her and Bentley left.”
“Not tonight. Schedule us something for another day. I’m busy right now bestie. I’ll call you in the morning, aight?”
“Yeah, yeah whatever heffa.”
She hung up in my face and I had nothing to say about it. Tossing my phone to the passenger side, I shut the door and locked it. All I had on me was my wristband to enter the building. Strutting across the lot, I did the special knock on the door. When the slab was pulled back, I came eye to eye with my dawg. I saw him smile with his eyes before I heard the locks clink. The door opened and Reggie immediately threw his arms around me.
“Get off me, Reginald,” I said laughing, embracing him as well.
“What you on tonight? You look good,” he complimented.
“Thank you. I’m here to have fun and unwind. I’ve had a hell of a few weeks. Anything special poppin’ tonight?”
“She got some bullshit going on, on level two but you ain’t gon’ be interested. It’s a whole lot of dicks flying around,” he said with an expression of disgust.
Chuckling, I waved him off saying, “You right. I’m cool on that. I’ll see you in a few hours. Hold it down, aight?”
“I got you,” he commented extending his fist in my direction. We dapped up and I headed down the long hall to a set of steel doors.
The Elevator was a sex club that allowed you to come in, show yo’ muthafuckin’ ass, bust more than a few nuts, and still remain discreet. Nairobi made sure everybody that entered the building sign NDA’s. This place wasn’t thrown into casual conversation. If it was brought up, it was for a freaky ass reason.
Peeling open the steel doors, the wooden ones were next, before stepping onto the elevator platform. Closing the doors back, I pressed the number three on the wall panel. Level three was Freestyle Fantasy, so I could fulfill my night of adventure. I rode to my designated floor with one intention. Pulling open the doors once more, I was hit with a long dark hall. My pearly white grin was all that could be seen.
I walked until the music was heard. Placing my bracelet to the door, I was granted access within seconds. The door slid back, and purple strobe lights lit up the room. Stepping inside, I was greeted with nothing but soft music and moans.
Scanning the room, I noticed nothing out of the ordinary, so I scrolled over to the bar and grabbed a drink. Anytime I came out, I stuck with tequila. A bitch really ain’t need shit. The shrooms were beginning to kick in.
“Hey AK, where you been?” the bartender spoke.
“Girl, handling one too many crisis. I’ll have my usual.”
“Nah, you won’t. I got us a bottle baby. Come on,” Tejani said refusing to let me order.
“Raincheck that, Felisha,” I said slowly walking backwards. She nodded and I gave my attention to the lady of the hour.
I followed her across the floor feeling like I won the lottery until I spotted an annoyingly familiar face. Causing a scene wasn’t my style but enough was enough. Letting go of Tejani’s hand, I damn near stomped a whole in the marble floor trying to get to him. Didn’t really give a fuck that he already had a bitch between his legs topping him off either. Also, how the fuck did he beat me here and get in this muthafucka?
Once I was in ears reach, I went off. “Stalking leads to a fuckin’ prison sentence. Why the fuck you following me around, Ashaun? You ain’t got shit else better to do?”
“You are that something better to do. You want to sit on this muthafucka? She got it nice and wet for you,” he threw back.
“I don’t need a spit start for the wet shit I got love. This is a membership only venue, how you get in?” I asked with dipped brows.
“Money gon’ always grant a nigga access. Get you some,” he taunted placing his hand on the back of shawty head. For a split second, I let my anger get the best of me. Grabbing her by the hair, I yanked that ass back slinging her across the floor.
“You rude as fuck but so damn gorgeous at the same time. Have a seat.”
He gripped the base of his dick, slow stroked it, and my focus shifted by default. So fuckin’ cocky but he had every reason to be. I couldn’t lie, he had me at a standstill. Shocked? No. Intrigued? Most definitely. Dick didn’t excite me as much as pussy did, but Ashaun had a third leg that was staring back at me calling my name.
Evenly toned with veins that I knew would massage my pussy walls with each stroke. The girth of it would for sure stretch me out, and the length would touch things others couldn’t. The truth was, I was interested. However, that nigga would never know.
Shaking back, I tore into his arrogant ass. “Nigga, I promise I got too much money for it to ever run dry. Stop fuckin’ stalking me before I have yo’ ass locked the fuck up. This shit ain’t flattering.”
