queenofthexo I don't do dedications much, but this one is for you love. Valerie in the MM.
Valerie:
A club? That place has been foreign to me ever since I left Canada. Working in the strip club you expect the strippers to get hooked either onto alcohol or drugs. You would expect me to get hooked onto it. But I haven't. I've been clean ever since. The only drug I've touched was a blunt. The only alcohol I've drunk was wine. No coke. No x pills. No vodka. I haven't gone out dancing. I haven't been with a guy ever since ... him. The thought of him brought myself to an uneasy feeling. I shook it off and slipped on my dress and my shoes. I went back to the room and grabbed my makeup. I did a smokey eye and put on some red lipstick. I left my hair in its normal straight style. I grabbed my clutch, and went downstairs to meet Jacques.
"You ready?" I asked while walking down the stairs. He looked my way, and smirked at me. He nodded and he went outside. I followed him out and closed the door behind me. The warm air brushed across my cheeks. Jacques opened the limo door for me, and I got in and moved over to the left side. He went in afterwards and closed the door. I wondered who exactly was Jacques. A condo. A limo and a limo driver. Going to strip clubs and giving money like nothing. He sounded like someone with money. Maybe someone with a business. Maybe an artist.
"Whatchu thinking about ma?"
I looked at him, and tried to smile like nothing was wrong, but I was nervous. It felt weird to be nervous. I didn't care about anything lately and didn't care to feel. But to feel an emotion that has been foreign to me, that has been surpressed? It's like trying to write when you haven't written for awhile. You feel numb, and you feel stupid.
"What club we going to?"
"Zanzibar."
I nodded and continued to look at the city lights. We were now in Santa Monica. A fee minutes later we were in front of the club. The line was down the block. We got out the limo, and Jacques went straight to the bouncer. I quickly followed behind. The girls on line were all cheesy, fixing their hair and lifting up their dresses just a bit so their thighs could be shown, and pulling them down so their cleavage could show.
"Travis who's the lady?"
"A good friend of mine Matt. You letting us in?"
Matt nodded, but I was confused as to why he called Jacques Travis and not ... Well not Jacques. We got into the club and was immediately admitted to the V.I.P. section. I sat down in the booth, hookah on the table along with champagne and vodka. The sight of it made my hands shake and I felt sweat forming on my forehead.
"Yo there's something wrong Val? You look sick."
I gulped and the need to scratch myself was increasing.
"Jacques or Travis or whoever the fuck you are ... I've had some problems before and these problems got me into some deep shit. I've been clean for some time and I haven't been anywhere near anything that reminds me of something that happened a few months ago. But just seeing it, makes me remember how great it felt to numb all the pain and forget everything and everyone. That's why I look so disgusting to guys. Collarbones showing, barely any meat. I've been on so much shit, just to find love but that didn't work too well for me. Man it didn't. Now I'm here stripping and living in a condo that I don't even know the owner of. I don't wanna go back to being a mess, a worthless ... A lonely star."
My hands were shaking, and I didn't notice Jacques was next to me, holding me in his arms until I calmed down and felt my blood pressure go down. I looked at him, and he shook his head.
"Val you not worthless. And you not disgusting. I don't know how your life was before this and I don't plan on knowing until you're willing to tell me. I ain't gonna force ya. But lemme tell you something. Don't be ashamed of what you doing. You just trying to make a living and ain't nothing wrong with that. If that's ya profession, then be a professional in it."
I don't know what was about him, but his voice soothed me. Made me feel something. My eyes stared into his. His long fingers grazed my small lips, soon after his tongue traced them as well. I took in a breath, the smell of his cologne lingered around him as well as the smell of kush. He got up and held his hand out.
"Care to dance?"
I nodded and took his hand, where he led me to the dance floor. I didn't know what song was playing, but I swayed to the beat. He was behind me, our bodies touching. He tapped my shoulder, handing me a well rolled blunt. I took it from his fingers into line, and took a smoke, the blunt between my red lips and some lipstick coming off onto it. I immediately felt relaxed, my body loosening up. I took three more long smokes and I was on cloud nine. The high was inching closer, the peak was wasn't reached as of yet, but I knew it was all I was feeling. It felt good ... It felt amazing to be relaxed and let current troubles dance around in the air just waiting to enter my mind again.
We stopped dancing, and I found myself on Jacques' lap, a two lines of coke before me. I sniffed it up in just a few seconds. I laid on the booth, waiting for the burning sensation to pass. When it finally did, I smiled. I haven't felt this feeling of freedom, of being relaxed in so long, it almost felt foreign to me. But something like this would always be familiar. Jacques was busy mixing up some alcohol with some Adderalls and poured it into a shot. He offered it to me and I took it down with no ease, while he did the same. This was definitely gonna be my rough week.
Jacques pulled me to his face, and roughly started to kiss me. I felt my sex pulsating for him, while his hands rubbed all over my body, gripping onto my breasts. I don't know how long we were going at it, but I couldn't hold the feeling of wanting him anymore.
"Let's ... Let's go back to your place baby." I told him. He nodded and we made it out the club and back to the limo. The driver drove, while we were practically ripping off our clothes. My dress was now around my waist, while his shirt was on the other side of the limo seat. He sucked and nibbled on my breasts, the feeling being intensified because of all the drugs in my system. He left bites all around them, while rubbing my clit which was begging for attention. The driver honked meaning we made it to the condo.
Travis picked me up bridal style, and ran inside the house and going up to his bedroom, throwing me on the bed. His clothes were off in a blink of eye and my dress and undergarments were thrown across the room. He wasted no time going down on me, licking and sucking on my pussy and my pussy lips like it was the last supper. I arched my back when I felt his long finger enter me and pump in and out of me vigorously. I couldn't help but grip onto the sheets, and moan like there was no tomorrow. He soon entered two, and I felt my pussy grip onto his fingers.
"Damn baby girl you so tight. When the last time someone treated you like this?"
I didn't dare answer the question, and I focused on Jacques and not on him. Soon enough, I felt myself about to cum, when he pulled out his fingers and quickly replaced it with his dick. My mouth formed into a large O, his dick being thick and big. I tried to run from it, but he held me down, and at first slowly started going in, but quickly gaining speed with each moan that escaped my mouth. Beads of sweat was forming on our foreheads, and I felt myself losing control of my legs which were beginning to shale uncontrollably.
"Ahhh SHIT Jacques ... Fuck hit that spot right there."
He made me turn around, so we were in doggy position. He grabbed my arms, pulling them behind me, and fucked me senselessly, hitting my G-Spot. I was at a lost of words and all I could was scream his name while tears rolled down my cheeks. Shit was feeling good. I felt my self tighten and the mountain that I was riding up and up, I was almost at the peak of it.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Jacques immediately pulled out, and rubbed on my clit while fingering me, and I squirted on his navy blue bed sheets. It felt so good, to release all that, and I laid down breathlessly on the bed. I saw from the corner of my eye, Jacques stroking his dick. Its veins were popping out and if I saw the size of before all I thing, I would've backed down. I'm happy I didn't.
I got up and started to suck on it, the urge was killing for me to taste it. He grunted, and I deepthroated him, reaching all the way to his ballsack. I rubbed it, and spit on the tip of his dick. He was close, and without warned cummed in my mouth, some of it dripping off the edge of my lips. I swallowed, the sweet and salty taste on my taste buds.
We both laid down next to each other trying to catch our breaths.
I knew he was something I wasn't letting go of.
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Alright guys so I was actually debating on whether to write a sex scene since I was type rusty on it. But we're talking about a Weeknd fan-fiction. How can I not?
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