“Take the dance, nigga. Your uptight ass needs to unwind,” Dominic ordered.
I had taken the upper hand in the car, but he was clearly back in charge in here. Hell, Frost King had come and dapped him upon entering. Frost owned several clubs, bars, and businesses, including the one we were at.
“Cool,” I replied to the dancer.
She smiled and grabbed my shoulder as she pressed her other hand into my chest. I allowed her to push me back into the oversized leather club chair as we made eye contact. There was something mysterious and soulful in her eyes, almost as if she were hypnotizing me. She turned her back to me and began gyrating and grinding against me.
I loved my girl, but I was like every other nigga when pussy was spread wide open in his face. I was always cool as shit, though, and it didn’t faze me. But a nigga’s dick was hard, and I could only pray that my girl was in the mood to fuck tonight. Lately, she hadn’t been much in the mood to do anything.
She was married to her job, and while I initially had plans on proposing to her, that idea had taken a backseat. She was seldom home, never had time to pay me attention, and was short with me. The late nights, the private phone calls, and the missed calls from me made me believe that she was cheating. But that didn’t mean that I intended to do the same.
“Nigga, relax. You act like you’re irritated as shit,” Dominic stated, chuckling.
I turned back to the stripper as she dragged her fingers up the backs of her thighs, parted her ass cheeks, and shook harder. Let my ass find out that Kennedi was cheating on me, and I had been passing up pussy.
I tipped her generously when she left and resumed watching the dancers onstage. After half an hour, the liquor was running through me, and I had to piss. I excused myself from Dominic.
When I stepped out of the restroom, the stripper was standing with her back pressed against the wall and her hands behind her back. She smiled at me. She now wore a jogging suit and had a large bag on her arm.
“Hey, beautiful. Everything good?”
“Yes, I heard your friend telling you to relax a lot. You never did, but I have just the remedy to make that happen for you.”
“I’m not into drugs.”
“I’ve got something better than that.”
“I don’t plan on cheating on my woman. I may be here tonight, but this is all about business.”
“I’m sure it is, and I’m not here to judge you. I just wanted to hand you this.”
She pulled her hands from behind her back and handed me a fuchsia envelope. There was a black and hot pink mask embossed in the middle of the envelope. I opened it and pulled out a card made from linen paper.
If you wanta little mystique in your life, step into a world of sensual intrigue.
Pearls & Lace Annual Masquerade Ball
Saturday, October 4th, 7 PM
Roosevelt Promenade
2137 Paladian Way
The ticket is good for one admission.
To claim your ticket and codename, visit: www.pearlsandlaceball.org
“What’s this about?”
“It’s something designed to help you relax from your stressful job. You’ll engage with other like-minded professionals.”
I thought about the issues that I was having at home, the stress of my job, and I nodded. “I’ll see.”
“Go online, check us out, and if you like what you see, I’ll see you there.” She winked at me and sashayed off.
I dragged my hand down my face. It was time for me to go home. It had been a long day.
Chapter 4
