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Sue’s Rendezvous in Mount Vernon was the strip club to frequent if you were a drug dealer in the tri-state area. They gathered there to talk business, floss their money and ice, and, if they got lucky, take a dancer home for the night.

I gazed at the stripper’s long thick legs as she worked the pole. This bitch is off the hook, I thought, staring at her gyrating, muscular ass. The stripper named Anais made it no secret that she was feeling me. She licked her lips and played with her nipples while staring coquettishly into my transfixed eyes.

Anais leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Love your Dolce dress, bella.”

As she leaned back, she tenderly ran her finger down my exposed cleavage. I shivered, the little hairs on my arms stood on end and my pussy became moist. I felt the E and Grey Goose coursing through my veins. The bass of the house music thumped to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I could feel Anais’s touch down to my toes long after she had moved away to work the group of ballers sitting to my left. She glanced back every now and then to lock eyes with me and throw me a kiss to let me know she was coming for me. I sat there biting my lip in lustful anticipation, discreetly rubbing my hard nipples on the cold, dewy glass of vodka and cranberry in my hand.

I felt Fabian’s hands move up my thigh. “You look devastating in that dress, ma. You see, your papí takes care of you.”

I stared at myself in the mirror opposite me. The dress clung to my perky breasts exposing my lush cleavage and rippled midsection all the way down to my navel. It hugged my small waist and full hips stopping mid thigh to show off my well-developed thigh muscles. I wore strappy Manolo Blahnik stilettos on my French manicured feet. I felt like a diva in the dress and knew I shined. I turned heads the minute I stepped into the joint and relished in the attention, but as soon as Fabian saw that all eyes were on us, he gruffly grabbed my waist and led me around like I was his trophy. I felt like a prize dog on a leash at the Westminster Kennel Club show.

I grazed my fingertips up my defined arm and looked at my man. He wasn’t the best looking man in the world with his thick as bottle bottom glasses and forty pound overweight frame but I loved him and loved the affection he lavished on me when he was mellow, E’ed out and not wrapped up in his feelings. I smiled and kissed his lips. Despite his chubbiness, Fabian made sure he looked dapper wherever he went.

“You look so lindo.” I’d picked out his outfit; a black Gucci cotton silk blend mustique line pinstripe suit complimented by a white Gucci silk button up, diamond butterfly cufflinks and Gucci wingtips.

Fabian saw that I was admiring him and took advantage of the moment. “So that’s the one, ma?” he asked innocently. “She the one we taking home tonight?”

I felt my body tense up momentarily, heat filling my chest cavity. My nostrils flared as I stared at him in disbelief but I quickly calmed myself down and let the soothing effects of the drugs take over. It’s all good for tonight, I thought. I’m in the mood to feel the warmth of a woman’s touch. I looked over at Anais who turned to simper seductively at me. I felt chills run down my neck to the small of my back as I watched the exotic dancer play with her clit through her flimsy g-string. Anais spread her legs and threw her head back in ecstasy, making my mouth and pussy water.

Fabian grabbed my chin roughly and turned my face to his. “What up, ma? It’s like you like her more than you like me. What the fuck is up with that?”

I ran my fingers through Fabian’s curls and let my index finger trickle down the back of his ear. I knew that drove him crazy and would calm him instantly. The last thing I needed was for this nigga to cause a scene.

“Cójelo suave, papí. It’s for you, pa. All for you. I’m just working her to get her to come home with us. I got you, baby.” I teasingly rubbed my hand on his hardening penis and softly traced his ample lips with the tip of my tongue.

Yeah right, I thought simultaneously. I want that bitch for me but if I have to do her while I do you, so be it. I couldn’t have this nigga fuck it up for me.

I struggled with the ecstasy’s tendency to make me emotional. For a moment I thought about the ménage trios we’d had in the past. My heart hurt and I had to blink repeatedly to fight the tears. I just couldn’t believe the things I’d done to hold on to this man. He was not even close to being a GQ nigga and though he spoiled me with expensive gifts of clothing and jewels, what I really wanted he’d never given me - his heart and fidelity. Yet I’d done things for him and put up with shit that I’d always swore I never would for any man.

I can’t think about that right now, I thought. If I get stuck on that shit, this E will fuck my head up and I’ll be crying and moping for the rest of the night. ¡Que se jóda! Fuck it! What’s done is done, I scolded myself. I gulped down a shot of Hennessy and let the warmth fill my chest and alter my mood.

Just then Anais walked over with what looked like hundreds of dollar bills hanging from her G-string and spread out at her feet. I grabbed a wad of dollar bills out of Fabian’s hand, looked at Anais and demanded mischievously, “Work for me baby.” I stood up, winked at Fabian, and began to shower Anais with dollars as the stripper danced for me.

It was obvious Anais had been doing this for a while. She was truly a professional. She took her time with every motion and every change of position. She bent down in front of me and swayed her body in rhythm to the music, mouthing the words to Amber’s “Sexual” as she traced my torso with her fingertips.

“Don’t you know that when you touch me baby that it’s torture/ Rub up against me, I get chills all down my spine/ When you talk to me, it’s painful/ You don’t know what you do to this heart of mine.”

Anais left one hand delicately resting on my ass while her other hand roamed her own body. She began outlining the contours of her sharp-featured, stunning face, then moved down her slender neck to her ample breasts. She brought her nipple to her mouth and giggled as she licked and bit it, all the while watching me entranced.

I bit my lower lip hungrily as I watched her work me. It was like no one else was in the room but the two of us. The fact of the matter was that just about all the guys on our side of the club were fighting for a view of the lesbian show. A number of the guys began to throw five, ten and twenty dollar bills hoping to goad us to go even further in our performance. At that moment, Anais leaned over and lightly wiped the sweat off my brow. She then put her mouth to mine.

I closed my eyes and felt the heat of passion send shivers surging through my body. Our tongues wrapped around one another the way I imagined our bodies would later.

“Can I have some of that?” Fabian asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. He rammed his face right in between ours, forcing the kiss to end prematurely, and grabbed my waist brusquely. I winced and stared at him with disgust but swiftly wiped the look from my face, giggling at him in an effort to hide my anxiety. I knew he’d make me regret the show I’d just put on. I hoped I could win him over and make him forget by giving him a threesome later on.

That’s when I realized the ruckus that Anais and my display had caused. I saw bills thrown all over the stage - at least three times more than were there before we started. I laughed heartily and looked at Anais who was pointing at my feet. I looked down and all I could see were the bills on top of bills, so much so that I couldn’t even see my sandals. The crowd didn’t just tip Anais. They had thrown bills at me too.

“Encore, Encore!” they yelled as they grinned perversely at one another.

I looked at Fabian and saw the glint of jealousy in his eyes. I sat on his lap and kissed him. He bit my lip cruelly. “I told you this was for you, papí. ¡Suavé!” I said apprehensively, wincing at the metallic taste of blood seeping from the fresh cut on my top lip.

“I’m sorry, mami,” he responded half-heartedly. “It’s the alcohol. You know Crystal makes me bruto. Did I hurt you, ma?” He smoothed the back of his hand across my cheek bone repentantly. I knew better though. It wasn’t the alcohol or the E. It was his possessiveness getting the best of him.

I’ll make it up to him in a couple of hours, I thought. He’ll forget all about this when Anais and I are sucking cum out his dick.