| Chapter Seven |
Jasmine
I drove to KOD In my silver CLS550 Benz and once i got inside i saw my new playthang, candy . she was in the locker room looking in the mirror putting on her makeup. she was a cutie pie with her satin lace flyaway babydoll. Her fat little camel toe was imprinted threw her matching satin panties. Just looking at her made me wet. " hey Candy ," i said as i walked up behind her. " Hey jasmine," she replied in a perky tone. " You getting ready to hit the stage?" " yeah, i hope i can make a lil extra money tonight," she confirmed as she finished applying her pink MAC lipstick.
" How come?" i asked. " i just got some bills i needa catch up on." " your boyfriend cant help you out?" " he tries," candy said, then turned around and stared at me. " But he's a college student too. He ain't crazy bout me working her either." " what's going on?" " he thinks im fucking every nigga in the club ." she shook her head at the recollection. " he's so stupid. this just a job." " i hear ya. men can be so damn insecure," i consigned and caressed her arm. i could tell she didn't mind touch. thats always a good sign " listen if you wanna make a lil extra cash i can hook u up."
" Really ?" " Yea i do a like private shows around town and i can take you with me. the money is good and the niggas are corporate types. Pushovers. Show 'em a lil ass, let 'em touch a titty and you'll get paid. If your up for it just let me know."
" Am i ? Hell yea! I'm trying to get this money. Good looking out Jasmine." she hugged me. " ya know at first i was a lil nervous here not knowing anybody but you really be looking out for me. Thank you." " It ain't nothing but a thang .
I'll let you know when my next gig is." " coo i Bettah go on stage now. talk to you later ." i watched as candy walked to the stage. Oh sweet candy , I'm gonna take real good care of you Alright. I turned looking in the mirror ad smiled. i walked to the side of the stage and watched candy on stage doing her thing on the pole. the way she did them splits, i couldn't wait to get in between them thighs. As i watched the show i saw a sexy chocolate sista walk up in the club. Seeing a chick in the club was nothing new. There some of y best tippers. she was rocking a V neck blue Versace blouse, seven jeans they looked like they were painted on that fat ass. and black Steve madden stilettos.
But this chick wasn't here for the show. She made her way to the stairs leading to Malachi's office. No way security was goin to let her up to Malachi's office no matter how good she looked. what the fuck ? they just let her go up. Thats not Malachi's wife ....... who is she ?
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