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Briya stormed out of my room, and I slammed and locked the door. Fuck her. She tried to gaslight me just like he did her, and I refused to fall for the bullshit. After a much-needed shower, I climbed under my covers, said my prayers, then slipped off to sleep.

It was Friday night at Lucid’s, and money moved all around me.

I was back in a different pair of my eight-inch pumps.

They were powder pink with a clear cover over my toes and clear strap around my ankle.

My pumps matched the long sleeve, pleated, super-mini dress I wore that revealed my ass cheeks and titties.

On weekends, I dressed as sexy as I could.

The sexier I looked, the more tips I earned.

I moved through the crowd, bypassing all the horny niggas, with a tray filled with drinks and food.

I’d worked here for four years, and I was a pro at this shit.

I made it to a booth filled with college guys.

They were regulars. I guess the girls on their campus didn’t pay them much attention.

I wouldn’t say they were nerds, but they definitely looked like the studious type instead of athletes.

“Alright, boys. I got a round of shots, five beer mugs, wings, fries, and the Lucid’s Titty special. Who’s the lucky guy?” I probed.

They all looked at one guy in Harry Potter glasses and a black denim jacket with a white shirt underneath. He had long individual braids and pretty brown eyes. The little cutie raised his hand.

“I just got accepted into law school, so my friends decided to treat me,” he confessed.

“Congratulations, handsome. Would you like your special now or later?” I quizzed, casually rubbing my fingers through his hair then down his neck. He shivered under my touch, and that pulled a smirk from me.

“Now!” a couple of his friends answered in unison for him.

I looked back at him. “What’s it going to be, honey?”

“N-Now,” he answered, stumbling over his reply.

“You got it, handsome.”

With haste, I snatched down the front of my dress.

My pierced nipples were covered by light-pink pasties.

I removed his glasses and set them down gently.

His horny crew looked on in excitement as I gripped his head and shimmied my breasts all over his face.

He pumped his fist in the air, and his friends cheered loudly.

I smeared my girls over every area of his face then released him.

His face was now covered in glitter from my body oil.

He and his friends continued to cheer as I fixed my clothing.

I looked up to see the lady cop in a booth two seats away from theirs.

She stared at me lustfully. When she noticed I looked at her, she quickly looked down at her menu. I turned back to the boys.

“Good luck in law school, handsome.”

I sauntered away with the tray as I heard them excitedly chatting about me.

It was funny how I had made their nights.

That little act had just earned me five hundred dollars.

Those little college boys must have had some bread.

I walked until I stopped in front of the pretty lady.

She looked to be about five nine with skin like cocoa that held a light sheen.

She had pretty, round brown eyes with full lips.

She wore a big bun on top of her head, and her physique was so toned that she looked athletic like a hooper.

Her wedding band was on her finger, so I coached my hormones to relax. The pretty lady cop was already taken.

“Good evening, beautiful. I’ll be your server for tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Hey, love, and yes. I’ll take a long island iced peach tea and spicy chicken alfredo with the house salad,” she answered.

I wrote it down on my pad then looked at her. She hadn’t taken her eyes off me since I walked up. I smirked. If she wasn’t married, I’d put this pussy all in her face tonight.

“What kind of dressing would you like?”

“Whichever vinaigrette dressing you like.”

She made me smile again. “My favorite is the raspberry vinaigrette.”

“Then I’ll have that,” she confirmed.

“Cool. Coming right up.” I winked at her then walked away.

I probably shouldn’t have flirted with her, but I couldn’t help it. She was just too damn pretty not to flirt with. I strolled to the bar and placed her food order in the kitchen. I turned to the bartender, Sam.

“Can I get a long island iced peach tea, please?”

“Coming right up, beautiful,” he responded.

I chuckled at him then waited as he made her drink.

My eyes danced over to the pretty lady cop.

She watched the game on the big screen while I watched her.

I chewed on the cap of my favorite pen. Everything about her seemed to fascinate me.

She gave me a dominant vibe, but she kept to herself.

I’d probably only know if I was close to her.

“Orders up, Dom.”

I snapped out of my perusal of her. “Thanks, Sam.”

I took her drink and grabbed a fresh basket of chips for her then headed to her table.

I didn’t know how she heard my heels in this loud ass place, but her head quickly swiveled in my direction.

There was a slight smirk on her glossed lips, and that made my heartbeat pick up. I wanted to taste her something bad.

“Here you go. I brought you some chips to snack on before your food is ready.”

“Thank you. That was thoughtful of you.”

I blushed, trying to hide my dimples, but it was no use.

“You’re welcome, pretty. Can I get you anything else?”

“Yes. What’s your name? You never told me,” she inquired.

“I didn’t? That was poor communication on my end. I usually start off with my name.” I didn’t forget. I just wanted her to ask me. “My apologies, pretty. They call me Dom. What about you?”

“My name is Laila Cones. What’s Dom short for?” she queried, munching on a chip.

“Dom is short for Domaneek Muse. It’s nice to meet you, Laila.”

“Likewise. Please sit and join me,” she offered.

“Okay.” I took the seat across from her. “Are you a detective?”

I dove right into my questioning her.

“I’m a SWAT agent. It’s a police officer with specialized training and skills that regular officers don’t have.”

“Oh, that’s cool. So, you all deal with serious shit like hostages and raids.”

“Precisely,” she asserted. “Tell me, Dom. What do you do outside of here?”

“When I’m not here, you can catch me at the farmer’s market selling my treats. I make dipped and customized treats that taste delicious,” I revealed.

“Like chocolate covered strawberries?”

“Yes, but a little more intricate than that.”

I went into detail how I crafted my sweets, and Laila was blown away. She asked question after question. I paused our conversation to pick up her food then returned.

“That sounds incredible. You are incredible. Artists are some of the most fascinating people in the world because of their imagination and creativity.”

“Thank you, Laila. I appreciate and receive that compliment. Tell me… Are you from Chicago or did you move here?” I trailed my long acrylic nails up her fingers, and she swallowed hard.

Laila looked at me with a smirk. “I’ve lived here my whole life. What about you?”

“The same. I have another question for you, and please don’t take any offense. I noticed that you’re married, but is it to a man or a woman?”

“No offense taken at all. I’m married to a man. He’s my high school sweetheart,” she expressed openly.

I nodded my understanding. “Does he know that you also like women?”

She looked away and out of the storefront window before she gazed back at me.

“Surtain, my husband, found out two years ago. I made a big mistake, and I’m still trying to earn his trust back. Is it that obvious that I’m attracted to women?”

“To a trained eye, yes. I’ve been an open bisexual since I was twenty, and I’m twenty-eight now.

My parents didn’t approve, so they kicked me out.

My parents are Southern Baptists, so you can imagine the shame I brought upon the family.

After that, though, I refused to live in the closet for anyone.

For you, it’s different. You’re married.

If your husband is still here with you after he found out the truth the hard way, then that means he still loves you.

The best thing to do is try to incorporate both of your preferences in your life.

That way, you don’t slip again, trying to hide that side of you. ”

Laila nodded and swallowed her food. “That’s some sound advice if I’ve ever heard it. Thank you, Dom. For real.”

“It was all my pleasure.” I stood to leave when she stopped me.

“What days are you at the farmer’s market?”

“Every Saturday and Sunday until closing time. Why do you ask?”

“My husband goes on the weekends when he’s not working at the hospital. I’ll send him your way. I love sweets.”

“Oh, please do. If he’s as beautiful as you, then I’ll throw in something extra for you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

She laced our fingers then exhaled. Laila went to speak, but I leaned toward her and placed my finger on her lips.

My lips landed on her ear, and I whispered, “Don’t mess up.

You’re stronger than that. When you think of a way to make him trust you again, then let me know.

Maybe all three of us can have some fun. ” I kissed her neck then strolled away.