A Pimp In Pumps (16 page)

              “Anything for you.” She looked over at me. “You good Sash.”

              I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good and fucked up.”

              We all laughed.

              Serg’s boys walked up talking about the naked chicks in the Jacuzzis. Eventually they pulled him away and I was left there to wonder if he’d be taking one of those hoes home for the night. He was probably just talking, but that was hard to believe. Why would he do that knowing that I was his sister’s friend and the two of us were cool too? Would he want to ruin our friendship like that? Why complicate things?

              “You sure you’re okay boo?” Cherie’s voice cut through my thoughts.

              “Yeah.” I gave her the blunt, which had gone out.

              She relit it and took a long pull. “That was that nigga Leon talkin’ ‘bout he tryna eat some pussy tonight.”

              I’d met Leon, but Cherie wasn’t serious about him. He was a dark skinned, sexy ass personal trainer who worked at LA Fitness. He’d trained Cherie and of course they’d started fucking. She said she couldn’t deal with him on a serious level, because it was his MO to fuck his clients.

              “Girl, you know you love that dick,” I teased her.

              “I ain’t gon’ lie. It’s good as hell and he be gobbling the pussy up like it’s a Thanksgiving feast.” She pretended to shiver.

              I couldn’t help but trip out. “You cray as hell, for real bitch.”

              She checked the time on her phone like she was ready to go.

              “It’s almost over. Like thirty more minutes. Good thing they got a clean-up crew. They gon’ come pick up the Jacuzzis first thing in the morning, so everything’s good. The party was a success.”

              Cherie nodded in agreement as she sent somebody a text. I assumed it was Leon.

              “I owe you a few thousand…”

              “Nah, you don’t owe me shit. I enjoyed planning the party. I’m good with finances now boo. No worries. You already paid for all this.”

              She looked at me with wrinkles in her forehead. “You sure? You know it’s no problem.”

              “I’m positive. If you want to you can go ahead and leave. I’m sure Serg will understand.” My eyes drifted over to him.

              He was standing there talking to some chick who had her huge boobs hanging out.

              “Yeah,” she agreed. “Looks like he’s tryna get him some tonight too.”

              We hugged and when she pulled away she said, “Well, thank you for everything boo love. I’m ‘bout to go say bye to Serg.”

              I nodded. “Okay hon. Just make sure that nigga Leon wraps that dick up.”

              She laughed. “You already know I’on play them games, drunk or not.”

              Cherie walked off and my eyes followed her. I watched as she said something to Serg and then they hugged before taking a selfie. It was a good thing that we had taken plenty of pictures. Suddenly I noticed that Serg’s eyes were on me. When Cherie finally left, he dismissed old girl and walked back over to me. I was surprised to say the least.

              “Damn, I can’t keep my eyes off you,” he said breathlessly as he stood in front of.

              Blushing wasn’t normally my thing, but I could feel my skin flush. “There are plenty of women here that…”

              “I’on want them. I want you.” He was so close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

              All of a sudden I felt dizzy and I needed to sit down.

              “You okay?” He grabbed my hand as I staggered a little on my way to an empty bar stool.

              “Yeah, just a little bit too much to drink I think.”

              He looked at me to make sure and then nodded as I sat down.

              “Okay. I rode here with one of my boys, so if you need me to, I can drive your car. I wanna make sure you get home safely.”

              Was that really all he wanted?

              “Then how you gon’ get home?” I asked testing him.

              “I’ll call Uber ma. Nothing to me.”

              “Or a bitch to come pick you up?”

              “I’ll never call a bitch over to your house when I’m tryna be yo’ nigga. What you sound like?”

              “You tryna be my nigga? What if I don’t want no nigga?”

              “It’s just a matter of time then.” He stood right there in front of me like he wasn’t planning on leaving.

We ended laughing and talking until the party finally wrapped up. There was a chemistry between us that neither of us seemed to be able to defy. It was definitely not something that either of us could control.

Chapter 11

While making sure that everything was in order, the cleaning crew assured me that they had it all under control. After I counted the money from the door and the bar, it took at least another hour to pay everybody. By the time I was about to leave it was four thirty-five and I had sobered up.

              “You still need that ride home?” Serg asked as he approached me from behind. “I was waitin’ for you.”

              I was surprised that he had stuck around, but I appreciated it. “No, I think I can drive now.”

              It came out of my mouth, but I was thinking something totally different.              

              He cleared his throat. “My boys left me. I told them I had a ride.”

              The sly grin that he wore after that made my heart melt. “Okay. Do you want me to drop you off?” I asked as we left the venue.

              “No, I told you I’m takin’ you home, so I’m takin’ you home,” he said sternly.

              Valet had parked my ride, so we talked while we waited.

              “What are your intentions Serg? I admitted that I’m attracted to you, and the fact that I’m skeptical to jump into any type of relationship right now. Then add the fact that my closest friend is your sister. If you want me to go along with it, you have to show me that it’s worth it.”

              He cleared his throat and gazed into my eyes. “Oh, believe me, I can show you that it’s worth it shawty, and I will.”

              Something told me that he was referring to his sexual power, but I was thinking deeper than that.

              “You talkin’ bout sex?” I asked looking straight ahead.

              The valet attendant parked my Range in front of us and we climbed in. That’s when he finally answered my question.

              “I’m talkin’ ‘bout sex, stability, love, respect, loyalty. I’m talkin’ the whole nine. All the shit you missed out on in your relationship wit’ that lame ass thief.”

              That time I looked at him and he kept talking. “Remember that night at the graduation party when I told Kamal I needed to talk to him?”

              “Yeah.” I cleared my throat.

              “Well, you know he was sellin’ coke for me right?”

              “Coke?” I had no clue about that. “He told me that he only sold a little weed.”

              “Well, how you think he got that ring for you? A lil’ weed wasn’t gonna pay for that shit.” After clearing his throat, he continued. “He was short by a couple thousand dollars. That lil’ nigga claimed that he had to pay some bills for his moms and shit. I told him I needed my fuckin’ money and he kinda tried to use you as a barter.”

              “A barter?” I wasn’t dumb, I knew what bartering was, but the thought shocked me.

              “Yeah, he was like, yo’ you can fuck my girl and we’ll call it even. I was like hell nah, that nigga must’ve been crazy as fuck to think I’d do that shit to you.”

              I swallowed hard. “Why are you just tellin’ me this now?”

              “Shit, I knew how much you loved him and I ain’t wanna fuck up your happily ever after. All I did was tell that nigga that if he ever disrespected you like that again, I’d make sure he stopped

breathin’. You the only reason I let him stay alive yo’. Straight like that.”

              “Wow. If you’d told me, it would’ve saved me a lot of heart ache and pain.” I took in a deep breath, letting what he told me sink in.

              “I should’ve told you, but he breeched the contract that we made that night.”

              “What do you mean?”

              “He disrespected you again, so it’s only right I make that nigga stop breathin’.”

              So now my pops and Serg wanted to kill Kamal. That made chills travel over my boy and I wanted Serg even more.

              By the time he pulled up to my crib, I had to let him know what I really wanted.

              “Fuck it. You don’t have to go home. Spend the night with me.” Pushing Cherie out of my mind, I decided to put myself first for once.

              His eyes were smoldering hot as he stared me down. “You sure?”

              I nodded and leaned over to kiss him.

              “Mmm,” he moaned into my mouth as our tongues intertwined in a feverish dance.

              Before I knew it we were both out of the car and literally jogging to the front door as we groped each other. A bitch was too damn horny and I was kind of afraid that I’d fuck Serg to death. The thought made me giggle.

              “What’s funny?” He asked as I unlocked the door.

              “Nothing,” I told him, getting serious again.

              Once we were over the threshold and the door was closed behind us, he started to undress me. As my clothes fell piece by piece, I led him to the bathroom. His eyes were glued to my body as the dim light from the hallway bathroom illuminated our path.

              “Damn, you sexy as fuck,” he breathed as he grabbed my face and kissed me deeply again.

              “Thank you handsome,” I whispered.

              When I was butt naked, laying on the bed waiting for him, he started to undress. I simply stared in awe as each article of clothing that he had on hit the floor. His body was amazing. All I wanted to do was reach out and touch him and I did. As my hands felt his wide, defined chest, my body shivered. The man I’d wanted most of my life was really there with me, in my room naked.

              He leaned over me and covered my body with warm, wet kisses from my head to my feet. As he took each of my toes into his mouth and sucked gently, I felt a tingling sensation travel up to my pussy. Not only was I wet, but I was flowing like a river.

              “Mmm, you are so beautiful Sasha. Any man would be a fool to leave you.”

              I didn’t want to think about Kamal in the midst of such passion, but his compliment still sent shivers up my spine. When his tongue made a warm, wet trail up my thigh and then found its way to my arousal, I held my breath. It had been so damn long and it felt soooooo good to feel his mouth on me.

              Clutching the back of his head, I couldn’t help but open my legs wider to receive more of the delicious pleasure he was putting down on me.

              “Ahhh…Serg…shit…yessss!” When I closed my eyes hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

              His fingers were inside of me as he licked and sucked my clit like a pro. He was doing all types of tongue tricks that had me writhing and squirming all over the silk sheets. The sound of his slurps were loud and deliberate as he devoured his feast like it was his last meal.

              “Mmm, you taste…mmm…so…mmm…fuckin’ good…” Between each word there was sucking and licking and smacking and it was over for me. Damnit, I couldn’t take it anymore.

              As I gyrated and grinded, literally fucking his face, he held on to my ass cheeks and pulled me into his mouth.

              “Ohhhh….fuck…Serg…” My eyes were wide open as I watched him please me.