"Give it to me!" She yelled, "I'm so fucking wet! Give it to me now!"
She could scream all she wanted. I was keeping the umbrella.
Gracie in the mm
August
I pulled Spiryt's hips closer to mines as she grinded heavily on me. Even drunk, lil mama can dance.
She started slowing down when hotline bling came on, and stumbled her way off the dance floor.
I followed her and pulled her towards me, kissing her neck and squeezing her ass.
She moaned and pushed her pelvic into mines.
"I want another drink." She said, fiddling with the collar on my shirt, trying to lead me over to the bar again.
I smiled and continued rubbing and squeezing her ass. "Or we can go home... and continue there."
She smiled, her eyes dropping slowly, and nodded.
I scanned the club for Chris and saw him basically dry humping with some dark skinned girl on the couches, by the VIP booth, and Grace, going out the back door with the bartender.
I pulled Spiryt out of the club and towards the car.
"August..." she whispered as I started the car.
"Hmm?"
"I'm wet."
Spiryt
When I finally able to pry my eyes open, I realized I wasn't in my full sized bed, but a larger one, doused with white sheets and large, fluffy pillows.
"What the hell..." I muttered, but instantly regretted it as my head started pounding.
I sat up slowly, only to notice that I wasn't wearing a top, just my bra and my pants.
I looked around, and there was no one else, but the pile of black person beside me.
I poked the persons back and they groaned. I did it a couple of more times before they sat up and glared at me.
"Spiryt, what do you want?"
I gasped when I realized it was August.
"Uh, did we...?" I pointed between the two us and he let out a sexy sleep induced chuckle.
Cue waterfall.
"Nah, you fell asleep."
I scratched my eyebrow in embarrassment. "Sorry bout that."
"Yea, you're a light weight."
"A light weight couldn't handle nine blowjobs!"
He rolled his eyes.
"Well, I'm finna leave. Thanks for inviting us last night." I started to slide out the bed but he grabbed my arm.
"Come. Stay longer. Plus, you owe me, for falling asleep on me."
"I don't have a toothbrush."
When he jumped out if the bed, the sweatpants that he was wearing, were dangling off of his hips, showing his delicious looking V-line.
I couldn't help but bite my lip and August pulled up his pants. "Like what you see, ma?"
"Yup."
Chuckling, he went into the bathroom and came out with his toothbrush in his mouth and handed me a a folded towel and rag with a new toothbrush on top.
"Hm." I took it from his and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
After I got out the shower, I realized I had no other clothes.
So I opened the curtain to call August when I saw a pile of clothes on the counter.
After drying up, I took a look at the clothes. Boxer briefs, a large white tee and sweatpants.
They were all too big, but they were comfortable.
When I left the bathroom, my clothes were folded on the foot of the bed and made my way out of the room.
I went down some steps and was greeted with the site of August, taking bacon out of the fridge.
"Hungry?" He asked.
I pursed my lips and nodded. "I usually eat... fruit for breakfast..." I lied, resting a hand on my stomach for a quick second.
"With an ass like that? Stop lying." He chuckled.
Rolling my eyes, I sat down and watched him continue cooking. "So, what's up with your friend Grace?"
I frowned. "What about her?"
"She kinda... loose."
"Don't talk about my friend like you know her. If that's all, I should go." I mumbled, standing up.
Ok, Grace is the promiscuous type, but that's none of his business as long he's not fucking her.
His arm latched onto my wrist and he pulled me into a hug. "Nah, I'm sorry, ma. I ain't mean to hurt ya feelings."
"Mm, ok. But hurry up and cook. I have work in a few."
He gave me a dimpled smile, which I couldn't help but return as I sat back in my seat.
"So. Tell me about yourself." August said.
"Ain't much to tell."
He chuckled, placing a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me.
"I'll see about that." He came close to my face and smiled, hard.
****
After breakfast at August's, he gave me a lift home, to get ready for work.
When I arrived at my door, there was a piece of paper taped to it.
Pulling it off, I started to read it, praying to god that it wasn't an eviction notice.
Luckily, it wasn't.
I'm behind on rent, and they want it by the end of the month.
No more holding out for me, I guess.
I decided on black pair of yoga pants and yellow t-shirt that had the word 'Slay' in bold print on the chest.
I pulled my hair into a messy bun after checking myself in the mirror.
After sliding on some slippers, I grabbed my purse along with my keys and was out the door, and soon on my way to the nail salon, Crystal Nails.
Once inside, I was greeted with the strong smell of acetone and acrylic powder.
I clocked in and sat at my table, saying a brief hello to the customers waiting, and telling them that I'll take who's next.
"Oh, I am!" A tall chocolate skinned girl with 2 long cane rows, came and sat at my table.
"So, what am I doing for you?" I asked.
She smiled and took out her phone, showing me a picture of acrylic claws with chevron stripes.
"Just like this, but in red please."
I turned on my lamp and got out my powder and acetone. "Ok, hand please."
She handed them to me and I picked up a nail file, and started shortening her nails.
"You are so pretty." She whispered.
I paused and looked up at her. "Uh... thanks... but I don't swing that way." I muttered and got back to filing.
"Oh! I didn't mean it like that. You're just really cute, you know."
"Well, thanks."
I took a pick and started to push her cuticles back, and she hissed.
"Ouch." She flinched.
"Sorry love, beauty is pain." I chuckled.
Nodding, she looked down at her phone as I continued what I was doing.
By the time I was finished with her nails, she was sat at the dryer, while I started someone else's nails.
The doors of the salon opened and I looked up, surprised to see two police officers walk in.
Since my desk was closest to the door, they walked up to me and I stood up, wiping my hands on my black apron. "Uh, can I help you officers?"
The taller of the two, showed me his badge and I nodded. "Do you know Felix Layman?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yes. He's the owner of the shop." I answered. "Is there a problem?" I ask.
"Is he here?"
Hesitantly, I nodded and pointed to his office behind the pedicure station.
"Thank you for your time."
The officers went back into his office and I sat down, continuing the woman's nails.
Not long after, Mr. Layman was being escorted out of the office with cuffs on his wrist by the shorter cop while the taller one stepped in front of us all.
"Ladies, this is nothing to fret over. Finish your current projects and please close up the shop."
"Wait a minute, why?"
"Mr. Layman is under the custody of the police department and the shop will be given to the bank to pay off his debt."
"Hold up! You're arresting him over debt? This is our job!" I interrupted.
"He's being arrested for the rape and murder of 18 year Elizabeth Akles." He retorted.
I paused and stared in shock. "Are you serious?" I muttered.
"As a heart attack. The human resource department will be contacting you all in order to help you all get settled into another job." He announces.
A red head, named Inka, around the back clears her throat. "What about our pay for this week?"
"That will be handled. Please, we would like this transition to be as simple as possible."
I nodded and went over to the chocolate skinned woman who was looking down at her nails, obviously not phased by anything around her. "Miss, time to go." I said.
"Since this place is closing, do you think I could get your number?" She asks.
Raising my eyebrows I frown at her. "I told you. I'm—"
"Straight! I know. The way you did my nails are perfect. I would love if I could come back to you. I'll even pay you."
When the realization hit me, I nodded and wrote my name on a the back of a company card.
"Spiryt. That's nice." She said with a smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Fiona."
I smiled tightly, trying not to let out a giggle.
Shrek head ass.
As she left the building, others were escorted while us, the ex employees, started packing our stations into boxes.
I went over to the rack and popped a couple of nail polishes in my box, even though they weren't mine.
They were cute. Sue me.
Once everyone was finished, we left the store and handed our keys to the officer.
"Thank you ladies."
I let out a shuddering breath, closing my eyes, trying to fight tears.
How was I supposed to pay rent now?
I went to my car and placed my things in the passenger seat.
What am I gonna do?
August
"Ugh... h-harder—!"
"F-fuck!"
I ground my hips harder into the red bone on her knees in front of me, while she screamed out another orgasm.
When I came into the condom, I pulled out and tied the condom, throwing it into the rusty trashcan.
"That was nice." She panted.
I nodded, pulling up my pants, opening the back door of the car and stepping out.
Having sex in the back of a girl's car that I'm supposedly 'fixing' wasn't new.
There were girls that'd show up with a brand new car, just to fuck.
That's fine with me.
"So, is my car fixed, daddy?"
"Mhm." I nodded, going over to the garage desk, to check for my later appointments.
"Well, I guess I'll be on my way then." She muttered awkwardly.
I hit the garage door button, and watched the large door open up for her to drive her car out.
My eyes trailed over to my phone that was resting in front of me.
I then remembered this morning when I drove Spiryt home.
****
"If I don't get so wasted next time—"
I chuckled and cut her off. "So there'll be a next time when I can bring you home, yeah?" I slid my hand over her thigh, feeling the shiver that ran through her body.
She smiled. "I was playing."
****
She hasn't called me since we've exchanged numbers, and I'm getting kinda irritated.
I'm ready to smash so I can drop this bitch.
Deciding to drop my pride for a few seconds, I picked up the phone and shot her text.
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Me.
Sorry for the late ass update.
Im hoe.
I know.
I've started school this week, so there hasn't been any time for me to update and I hope you liked this (filler)chapter, things will start to et more interesting soon.
Thanks😘