𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽
| 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐈𝐋 |
➪ 𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙰'𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴
𝟷𝟶:𝟻𝟶𝙰𝙼
I walked into Booka's room after I just got out the shower, he was sitting in his chair while playing the game with the headset on. I went into the dresser and pulled out some clothes for me.
He glanced up at me then back at the game, "Tryna go by that club I told you bout?" He started the conversation. "Nah I actually, have to help Leon move." I dropped my towel, and put my panties on.
I grabbed my towel and put it on the door, then went to his dresser for my baby oil and deodorant. "I might just go to the club by myself, just tell me who to talk to." I let him know.
He glanced at me then looked away, "Ight." I lathered myself in baby oil, followed by my deodorant. Before i went into the closet for an outfit.
"Her name is Keima, she's a friend of a friend. Owns the club, she usually has a bob in her hair," Booka told me. "Okay," Once I got dressed I did my hair and makeup.
"Kennedy," I heard Booka call out, as I reentered his bedroom. "Hmm?" I was in the midst of opening my, lipgloss tube to apply to my lips. "Can I get a kiss?" I smiled a bit, "Yea." I walked over to him, in the chair and leaned down to kiss him.
He gently pulled me close to him, I swung my leg over and sat on his lap. So now I'm straddling his waist. Booka moved his hands, down to my waist before cupping my ass through my pants.
His hand began, to graze my pussy from the outside. Just his touch, was turning me on. And I knew, I needed to stop before I don't even make it out the house.
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I pulled away from the kiss, before pecking his lips twice. "I gotta go, before I don't even leave." I let him know, which makes him pout. "I'm serious, I got stuff to do today. We can finish what, we started later." I assure him, before pulling him in close for another kiss then pulled away.
"Have a good day," I got off his lap, and fixed myself. "I will, you too." He made sure to slap, my ass as I'm making my way out his room.
I applied my lipgloss, as I'm making my way downstairs. I grabbed my keys, off the table before shortly leaving after.
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"Are things getting serious between y'all?" A'Lani asked me, as I rolled my eyes. "Nah." I responded as I put the last brown box in the uhaul truck.
"Really? Y'all be fucking, and he coming to watch you dance almost every night. Y'all sleep in the same bed together." I shrugged my shoulders. "We don't do relationships," the last thing, I need in my complicated life is a boyfriend.
"Kennedy you like him," I just mean mugged her, "I don't actually." She just stale faced me, "Whatever Ken," we finished putting the boxes in the truck.
Leon was able to get a small apartment near his job, so we moved him out that hotel and into the apartment. He was able to go to his parents house for the rest of his belongings.
After that we went to the club Booka suggested.
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I walked in and looked around for the woman, "Looking for someone?" I turned to see the woman he was talking about.
"Yes, you actually. I'm Kennedy a friend of Booka," A'Lani looked at me. "Oh really? You work at Illusions right? He told me about you," I got nervous. Damnear sweating bullets. But I remained calm.
"Good things I hope?" She nodded her head yes, with a soft smile. "Show me what you got, and I'll hire you on the spot." I nodded my head and followed her to the stage.
I took my shoes off and approached the stage, I wrapped my hand around the pole before doing my usual tricks.
To my second to last trick I did something different, she seemed impressed. Then I finished, I got off the stage and approached her.
"You did great," she started, but I could feel her about to stop herself. "Buttt?"
"There's no open spots, at least not now." I mentally rolled my eyes, why the fuck did I just basically embarrass myself for her to not even hire me?
I was irritated, real bad. "When?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Probably in the next month,"
"Thank you though," I faked a smile, and began to walk away. "Wait Kennedy," I stopped in my track, and turned around. "Let's exchange numbers, I'll call when I have a spot for you," we exchanged numbers then I left.
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𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐀
𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙰𝟼𝟶𝟶
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➪ 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴
𝟷𝟷:𝟷𝟾𝙿𝙼
The front door opened, as Kennedy came inside the house. Just by her body language, and small look on her face. She was annoyed.
"How'd it go?" I asked her, as I sat in the living room with Durk and Von. Kennedy looked at me then the guys, before looking back at me. Now with a mean mug, on her face.
"There were no spots open Booka," I looked at her weird. "She told me today that she had a spot, a couple of em." She shook her head no. "I would have to wait a month, to hear back." I sucked my teeth and pulled out my phone.
"Nah it's fine, I'm going to bed." She said before heading upstairs. Once we heard, my bedroom door close, Von then turned to me.
"Not you fucking on Keima and Kennedy. That's why she didn't get the job, you was being messy and got ya bitches meeting up and shit,"
Durk shook his head, in disappointment. "You could of had her talk to someone else, Keima ain't even the owner like that." I sucked my teeth. "What do I do?"
"For one, stop fucking Keima and talk to her bout giving Kennedy that job. She's pissed about it, because she probably felt like you lied to her." Von advised me. "Okay. I'll call her," I said with my phone, still in my hand.
"Nah, it's almost after hours. That's I'm tryna fuck hours. Call her in the morning." Durk stopped me. "Ight."
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Authors Note
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