Page 8 of On Everything 2

Raymond and my mama met on the train during the time she hadn't dated a man for over a year.

Being in a relationship for most of my life, I saw many men come and go from my house, so much so that I was always shocked to see the same man stay through a complete rent cycle.

My mama didn't slow down completely until she was diagnosed with HIV two years ago and swore herself off men.

That was until she met Raymond, and he was so desperate to have a woman, he said he didn't care that she is positive.

They supposedly took precautions, and I know my mama is up to date on her preventative medication.

So, I didn't look at my mama any differently after learning of her sickness.

I just looked at her as a wakeup call for what's really floating around out there, and that's when I settled down with Ebony to try and not end up like her.

I love my mama, but she legit almost hoed herself to death. I can't do that too.

Within an instant, we went from a high rate of speed to a screeching halt in front of a black brick building to our left.

After leaning forward, I looked out the driver's window and saw that we were at Klub Raw.

One of the most popular urban strip clubs in New York.

This is where all the rich niggas and celebrities come to have a good time.

"Uh, why are we here?"

"I told you I needed to handle business. This is where I handle business."

Crew got out first and waited for me near the front license plate. Once I got out of the car and met him in front, he walked us into the building without saying a word to the security or clerk sitting at the front.

"Damn, I didn't know the strip club was open this early in the morning."

"This strip club doesn't close. Mutha fuckas want to freak at all times of the day, baby."

Inside right now was about ten people at tables separated throughout the building and a couple of strippers up on stage dancing slowly to POV by Dvsn.

I followed Crew all the way back to the private rooms, where he finally stopped and pulled one of the black velvet curtains back.

We walked in, and Crew sat down on one of the couches in the room and pulled a fat ass blunt out of his gym shorts and then lit it.

"Wait, so smoking weed at the strip club is handling business?"

"Listen, smoking weed is necessary with the business I do. It relaxes and slows my mind down."

I folded my arms.

"Is that some loud you smoking or mid?"

Crew stood up from the couch and walked straight into my personal space, blowing the smoke in my nostrils.

I could tell by the way my nostrils opened up that he was indeed puffing on rapper weed.

I held two fingers up to grab the blunt from him because I couldn't resist. I know getting blazed will make this food we are about to eat from Bama that much better.

"So why are we here again? I'm still confused. It's 11:00 am."

"We here because I wanted to do a test run on you. I think you may be mistaken about a lot of shit, and I just can't watch that happen to you. It's not going to take long."

"Mistaken about what Crew? Now I'm really confused?"

"Just relax, baby. Here, hit it again."

He held the blunt up to my lips, and I took it.

Even though I was getting high, my heart was racing because I wasn't sure of what was about to happen next.

I remember the first time I smoked weed; I was so high that I would scream every time I saw a reflection of myself.

I swore that I wouldn't do it again in my life, but I eventually fell under pressure again and again until I became accustomed to it.

It's insane that Red Ribbon Week used to be my favorite week at school, now I 'say yes' to drugs any time the question is asked.

Crew was way more relaxed, his eyes were low, and there was a hunger in them. He looked like he wanted to salivate the way he held his mouth slightly ajar. Crew had the smoothest pinkest lips I've seen on a man in a long time.

"So, you ready to know why I brought your sexy ass here?"

"Uh, I've been wanting to know that."

My words dragged just a bit because I was high as a giraffe pussy.

"If you agree to it, I want to test out my theory that your pussy could get eaten better by someone who is not your bitch."

"Oh, so you brought me all the way to the strip club to eat my pussy?"

He hit the blunt and gave it back to me just before the curtain was pulled back from the outside, and two girls walked into the private room.

"Nah, they will."

"Hey, baby."

They both greeted Crew with kisses on the cheek while he grabbed handfuls of each of their asses.

"This is Sprinkle, and this is Diamond." He pointed to each of them.

"And this is my friend P, and I brought her here to relax. Y'all think you can help her out?"

"Of course, we can, Daddy. She is fine."

The one named Sprinkle put her acrylic nail in her mouth as she scanned my entire body. They both walked up to me, and then Diamond grabbed my chin and pulled me closer to bite my bottom lip.

Crew sat back down on the couch and looked towards us as they rubbed all over my body, kissing on my neck and making it hard for me to even think about fighting them off. This shit honestly felt amazing.

Their soft lips on mine and their tongues sliding across my stomach and neck had my pussy thumping in an instant. In ways I never thought a bitch could. Was this shit really fucking happening right now?

I was sitting back on the chair opposite Crew, and they took off my shirt and my shorts, licking all over me, but still, somehow my eyes were stuck on Crew and watching him, enjoying watching me.

As he pulled his dick out, I felt a tongue slide across my clit, and my body jerked instantly.

"Shi shi shit."

I muttered, watching as Crew's dick grew even bigger within a few strokes of his hand. I kept thinking to myself, What the fuck am I doing here, yet I really wanted to be nowhere else.

The head felt amazing, and the brown skin girl Diamond was taking care of my nipples that were hard and standing like two chocolate Hershey's kisses.

"Fuck, ooouu, bitchhhhh."

I could no longer control myself once she started flicking her tongue and sucking on my clit so good, I felt like I was going to cum almost instantly.

"Fuck, oh my god, I'm coming."

My body jerked, and I thought I was coming hard until the brown-skinned girl bent down over my lap and started slurping my juices up with the other chick. I started to shake and vibrate, like a pager, from my toes to my chest.

"Oh, my God."

My head was leaned all the way back because every time I looked at their two heads between my thighs, I kept coming harder.

"Yo, Diamond, bring your ass here. Hurry up."

Crew called out, standing up from his seat and jacking his dick until he let out a loud growl and then shot hella nut into her mouth. I can admit, watching her greedily drink it all had me kind of jealous. I lowkey wanted to taste what he'd let out too.

Crew and I had now both come hard as fuck because of one another, and the crazy part is, we hadn't touched each other.

"Alright, you two can get back to work now. I got y'all on the way out."

"Okay, see you later, P, bye, daddy."

"Bye."

They both smiled, waving back at me before disappearing behind the curtains and a few seconds later, that post nut clarity started to kick in almost instantly. What the hell was I really doing here?

Grabbing my shorts off the ground, I quickly started to put them back on because they had no business off in the first place. I can't believe I just let two random bitches eat my pussy, though it was in fact the best sexual experience I've had in my life.

Once I was fully dressed, Crew walked up to me and placed one hand behind my back, looking me in the face.

"So, what did you think about that experience. You still ready to die on that hill?"

"What I think is that I need to stay far away from you before you get me in a lot of trouble at home."

"Why, baby, we didn't do nothing wrong. Just got a couple of nuts in before breakfast. It looked like you enjoyed it too. I know I damn sure did."

He grinned before turning to walk out of the room.

It was hard to keep up with him now, as my legs were still shaking.

I would never be with a fem bitch, but Diamond and Sparkle ate my pussy ten times better than Emoney ever has.

I can't tell Crew that, though. He doesn't seem like the type whose ego needs to be fed.

Crew and I rode back to Hov's place and walked into the penthouse, and I heard dishes hitting the countertop.

Crew led us back into the kitchen, and inside we found Ciara sitting on one of the barstools closest to Hov, who was at the end of the counter.

I can't lie; she looked good next to him. Royal, to be honest.

"Where have you been, best friend?"

"Uh, we just. We."

"Went to smoke."

Crew helped me out with an answer because I couldn't think of a lie quick enough.

I watched as Hov and Crew had an unspoken communication with each other between their eyes. Hov then chuckled to himself and shook his head, and I can tell that Hov knew exactly what Crew just did to me.

I can see now that Crew's ass is a different type of dangerous and someone who a girl like me has to stay away from. I've only been strong thus far because nothing interesting has happened to me, but now, Crew has my mind gone. Hopefully it returns soon.