She Knows
Featuring Kyrie Irving
Inspired by: She Knows ~ Neyo feat. Juicy J
"Don't even think about it." Celtics forward Marcus Smart said as he sent a warning look to his friend and point guard Kyrie Irving. Kyrie turned to him and watched him with a smirk.
"Why not?" He challenged him. Marcus let out a small chuckle as he shook his head.
"My dude, that woman is problems and problems alone. You always end up in some deep shit when you end up with someone like her." Marcus said. Kyrie nodded his head as he let out a small hum.
"Don't bother with that salty ass nigga." Jaylen said as he stood up between Marcus and Kyrie. "He just mad that she turned him down. He thought she was easy pussy that's why."
Kyrie let out a small laugh as Marcus sucked her teeth. "Jaylen you acting like she hasn't been with the whole of Boston."
Jaylen shook his head as Kyrie watched him with wide eyes, before looking at the woman who sauntered in the crowd.
"No. You acting like it isn't her profession to give half of these fools lap dances. All she got to do is shake her ass and these niggas be thirsty to pay her for me. She knows what she wants Marcus and it's obviously not you." Marcus rolled his eyes and left, leaving Jaylen and Kyrie by themselves.
"Her Name is Y/N and it's like a little sister to me. Trust me she is a cool person. Ask a guard to bring her up VIP and add some excitement to your life." Jaylen said as he patted Kyrie's shoulder.
Y/N's red bottoms clicked along the marble floor of VIP as she swayed her hips to the beat of the music. Her black turtle neck hung against her define curves as her curly hair was pulled into a sleek top bun. Her glossed lips smiled at the guys who stared at her as she made her way towards Kyrie Irving.
When the guard told her that he asked for her, she got extremely excited. He was one of her major celebrity crushes and having the opportunity just to speak to him would've made her night.
"Good night beautiful." Kyrie said as he walked towards her and kissed her hand. Her brown skin flushed at the comment as she smiled at him. "Good night Kyrie."
"Here have a seat, have a drink and relax a bit." He said as he motioned for her to sit down on one of the lounge chairs. Y/N poured herself a glass of ciroc Apple over some rocks as she leaned back and watched the VIP area.
"So how was your day today?" Kyrie asked genuinely. Y/N raise her brow with a slight smirk as she was taken back by the question. Even though it was a part of simple conversation, many folks that wanted a one night stand would jump straight to the "let's take this to my place."
"It was pretty good. I was off today and I got some cleaning done and then got nails refilled." She said as she showed him her know baby blue acrylics. A smile graced Kyrie's lips as he noticed how excited she got talking about simple things like that. It was evident much persons only saw her as a commodity but he was going at this a different route.
"And how was yours Mr. Superstar?" She asked with a small giggle. Kyrie playfully rolled his eyes as he nudged her slightly.
"Don't play Y/N." He said as he tried to be serious. Y/N raised her hands in defeat as she smiled at him, sipping her drink. "But my day was pretty productive. I'm continuing to work on my knee, getting some where with it."
"Y'all basketball players need some milk. Half of you guys are injured man." Y/N said as she shook her head. "With y'all weak ass bones."
Kyrie watched her with an amused look as he shook his head. "Are you trying to say that you have stronger bones than all of us?"
"Uh yah. Y'all weak ass vegans ain't drinking the good ole cow milk and ain't eating steak and want to know why a bone fracture at every contact." Y/N said as she rolled her eyes. Kyrie let out a loud laugh over the music as he shook his head.
"Let's dance." He said as he held his hand out.
"Took you long enough to ask."
A week after their meeting in the club, Y/N and Kyrie would text back and forth throughout the day. He knew that he had some interest in her, but the voices in his head were conflicted.
She was a smart, funny and down to earth person, but the criticism for wifing someone in the adult entertainment field never ends well.
"Paul George did it, you'll be fine." Jaylen said as he drove them down the strip club where she works. Kyrie let out a small chuckle as he shook his head,
"No. PG my boy and all but what he did was get her pregnant, told her to get rid of the seed, then suddenly gets interesting in the child's life and say, eh maybe I truly like my baby mother. I'm not up for that confusion." Jaylen let out a loud cackle as he nodded his head in agreement.
"It ain't worth it. Being on shade room for that shit isn't worth it. But if you truly like her, then you should at least take her out." Jaylen concluded. Kyrie let out a small sigh as his head rested against the cool glass.
"Let's see what happens. If the universe wanted it to happen, it will."
Y/N peaked out behind the curtain as she watched the two men who sat in front of the stage in shock. She knew Jaylen would come to flirt with the bartender from time to time but she was surprised that he brought Kyrie.
She never mentioned her profession to him, in hopes that he would see her as her and not as the stripper. Yes, she loved the attention, but sometimes, men would just assume she was just ass.
Her song, ironically, Ne-yo's She Knows, played through the club's sound system as she strutted out in her attire for tonight. Whistle's escaped from the mouths of the horny men as her chocolate skin was graced by a lilac lace set and her feet in some silver stilettos.
Her body moved gracefully around the stage as her long legs wrapped around the pole. She slowly climbed up, twirling her way back down and ending in a split, while twerking. Kyrie, who sat front row, had impressed yet amused expression at his face. The male counterparts around him, were excited from that move alone as they threw their bills on the stage.
Y/N turned around, as she opened her legs widely, giving a show of her clothed crutch, then she crawled to the end of the stage, making sure her round ass pops at every beat. Kyrie's brow was now raised in anticipation for her next move, as she was right in front of him. Y/N gave her a small smile as she carefully came off the stage, taking a seat on his lap.
"What kind of show you want Mr. Irving?" She asked with a smooth sultry voice as she grind her hips against his lap. Kyrie bit his lip as his eyes got lower, as he watched her intently.
"The best one you got." He said as he watched her with full of lust and desire. A small smirk graced her face.
"Your wish is my command." She said with a small giggle as she rose off his laps. Her body moved to the beat of the music as she moved behind of the chair. Her manicured hands trailed down his chest, hovering over his member, then trailing over his thighs. Y/N chuckled as she felt his body tensed up.
"Don't be scared baby boy, you aren't ready for the real thing." She said laughing. Kyrie's eyes widen, then squinted as he tried to challenge her.
Patrons in the club all stared at the show in front of them, with regulars sensing that she was going to perform a routine she only did when she wanted you. That routine only happened twice.
Y/N swayed her hips around him once more, grabbing his hands to hold onto her plump ass. She motioned for him to rub them as she started to twerk to the beat. Kyrie let out a small groan as he felt his member rising in his jeans. Y/N watched him and his face with a small smirk as she sat on his lap once more, grinding her hips slowly.
Kyrie bit his lip as his hands continued to rub her behind, trying not to let out all the sexual sounds. The club hooted and shouted at the show as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"I always know what I want, and I always get what I want."
Kyrie watch her with a dark look that made her body shiver. She smirked at the point guard as she unclasped her bra. She took his hands off her ass she placed them on her boobs before sliding off the material. Kyrie's eyes widen as the noise in the club got louder. She hang her bra around his neck before leaning in and sucking on his soft skin.
She pulled her lips from his neck and placed them on his ear, gently licking his lobe.
"Please return to the owner when possible."
She quickly replaced his hands with hers as she got up from his lap and walked away. Kyrie stood their in shock as Jaylen laughed at him.
"So you're going to-"
"Hell fucking yeah I am."
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I think I got carried away lol.
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