“You come in late last night man, Lee.” My mother announced when I got up the next morning. “Mi hate when you affi work so late enu man” she sighed heavily as she moved around the small kitchen.
“I’m ok mommy. Nu worry mi good. I’m going to school now. I left some money on the bedside table for you to buy some food, ok,” I said as I kissed her cheek.
“So you nah drink some tea before you leave?” She asked.
“No, mi ok mommy. I’m sorry I can’t help you to get Lincoln ready this morning but I have an early class.”
I know we didn’t have much food and she and Lincoln needed to eat. Lincoln was 8 and he attended a special school for kids with autism. It was really expensive. They offered a special service that picked up Lincoln at home and brought him back home; this way my mother didn’t have to worry about taking him and picking him up. She could barely move as it was and I was a full time university med student in my 2nd year trying to hold us together. My student loan took care of my fees but there was so much more I needed. My mother took care of us as best she could on her own. She gave us everything we needed, but when she got sick and could no longer work things got really tough on us. Sometimes when it’s too much for me to bare, I take my frustration out on that pole. I poured my heart and my soul on that stage.
“Don’t worry I can manage Lincoln. Be safe and have a good day.”She wave me out and I was on my way to start my very long day.
I was tired and horny. An unusual combination for me. Tired, yea but so horny to the point of being dazed was outright strange. Who was this Neeko? I thought while I sat through my anatomy class. I have never felt such a strong sexual connection to anyone; I’ve certainly never felt this with Mark which is now making me question our entire relationship and if I really wanted to spend the rest of my life with no sexual connection between my partner and I. I really need a good up against the wall fucking, maybe that will calm my hormones. Sigh…but from where? Everything I suggested we try Mark thought it was wrong and against the Bible. I often wonder what our sex life will be like when we’re married…that made me sigh heavily.
My entire day passed in a daze of daydreaming and rubbing my legs together to calm my jumping pussy. My mind was captivated by that dark stranger. His scent, the sound of his voice, the slight wind that touched my ear when he spoke. I was a horny mess. I needed to dance off this steam.
When I transformed into Gypsie, the world was mine. I was as free spirited as a real gypsy, a person in need of change and actively seeking it. Passionate in my movements as I dance into the flames of fire that represent the issues of my daily life. The pole was my staff of life tonight. I swung around, slid down, bumped and ground on it to Kevin Lyttle’s ‘Turn me On’.
The club was packed tonight, mostly men enjoying the show and getting drunk. I couldn’t make out most of them but I guess there were mostly regulars.Tonight I was wearing red sheer lingerie with black bra and thong, black mesh knee stockings and black strapping six inch sandals. My signature red wig and lipstick topped my costume.
Men shouted drunkenly and threw their money on the stage. “Gypsie you a kill it tonight! Mi cocky hard up pan me!” One man threw several one thousand dollar bills on the stage. “Mi want a bloodclaat lap dance from you tonight!” He shouted while gripping the front of his pants.
I shuddered inwardly as a saw the sneer on his face. Not again. I couldn’t deal with the groping tonight as horny as I was. My set ended and I made my way off the stage with my bills.
“Yow Gyps! Di man order a lappas!” Peter shouted to me. As usual he was all about his money.
“Oh fuck!” I said under my breath as I searched for Marsha in the crowd, so I could hand her my bills.
“Gyps!” She came up behind me and I handed her the money for safe-keeping. She was manning the bar again tonight. “The big man deh bout enu,” she said in my ear. I didn’t need to ask who to know she was referring to Neeko, my body immediately reacted to the thought of him being near.
“Yea but not for me. Da drunk ole man de request a lap dance,” I pointed with my chin in his direction and rolled my eyes. “Peter know say me nu like do dem something deh enu,” I whined.
“Hush mama. You know Peter is all about him money.” She said apologetically.
I made my way through the crowd toward the drunken man’s table. He was tall, middle aged, and bulky graying at the temples. He probably just got paid and was burning it all in a strip club.
Before I could reach his table he got up and drunkenly stumbled to me. He gripped my waist then his hands slid to my butt and gripped pushing his crotch against me. It took everything in me not to gag. I tried to pry his hands from my ass because the rules for a lap dance were that the customer should be seated. He continued pushing his crotch drunkenly into me trying to kiss my neck.
“Fuck no!” I shouted but with the alcohol in his system coupled with his strength he had a death grip on my ass.
“How yu mean no?! Mi have wah yu need enu gal! A weh yah behave so fa?!” He shouted above the music as droplets of his alcohol laden spit fell in my face. “Mi wah you whine pan mi cocky like how you did a whine pan di pole.”
I closed my eyes and chanted ‘mommy and Lincoln’ ‘mommy and Lincoln’, I swallowed hard to force the bile back down my throat that threatened to erupt. I hated this! I hated every thing about my life in that moment. Just so my family and I could survive in this fucked up country I had to subject myself to this kind of treatment. Tears sprang to my eyes as he dragged me back to his table while his friends drunkenly cheered. There was no use trying to fight him. He was way bigger and stronger than I was. This is what I hated about the dancing, these drunken men shouting all kinds of things in my face and touching parts of my body I didn’t want them to touch.
“Make me feel da pussy deh nuh,” he said drunkenly as he fell into his chair with me on his lap. I could feel his dick pressing hard against my pussy through his clothes as he moved his hip in a circular motion. People were milling about having a good time and watching the other dancer on the stage.
“When yu done mi want a whine offa da pussy de too!” One of his friends shouted. He was short and bald, the evidence of his arousal peeking through his jeans. I felt like a thing to used and passed to the next person. That saw the last straw.
“Fucking no!” I shouted and jumped out of his lap. Their eyes grew round with fear, their mouths fell open but no words came out and their faces were frozen in terror. Did my outburst scare the drunkenness out of them? It was as if time stood still, the music stopped and everyone around me was staring in my direction. Davidoff ‘Cool Water’ was the first thing I noticed. He was here. I’m not sure how close he was standing to me but the hairs at the nape of my neck stood on edge. The men scurried away like frightened animals from the table eyes wide.
In that moment I didn’t care why he was outside of his VIP lear and in this area of the club, but I was happy he was here. I slowly turned and my breath caught when my eyes locked with the greyest pair of eyes I have ever seen. They were almost like molten silver. My eyes moved slowly down his lips and oh god I wish I could taste them. They were not too thick and not too thin reddish pink and he had a habit of wetting them ever so often. He had a thin mustache above his upper lip that blended into his goatee that framed that oh so perfect mouth. His skin was like a dark bronze, his jaw angular, his hair shaved low and lined to perfection. He looked about mid-thirties in his straight jeans, Sperry loafers and white linen shirt opened at the collar exposing the chain he wore. The man was six feet of perfection. Thor was the first word that came to mind. The Jamaican-Norse god.
“Hello Gypsie,” my name rolled off his tongue, the sound deep and somber. At first my brain didn’t register that he was talking to me, I had to mentally shake myself.
“Hello.” I responded quietly, but thanking God silently for his presence.
People around us were still staring at him wide eyed and open mouthed; his army of men were standing behind him, their weapons concealed.
“Yow Gypsie a wah happen man…” Peter came around shouting but stopped short when he saw him. “Oh a you she a deal wid? Sorry boss!” Peter said apologetically turning away immediately.
This Thor-like god of lightening man, seemed to be scaring the living hell out of everybody who saw him; all those who weren’t openly gawking that is. My mind was trying to understand what was really going on here.
“Let’s go,” he motioned with his head toward the VIP area and started walking. Two men went ahead of him, two walked behind, and one waited to escort me.
‘Fuck! Saved from one lap dance only to walk right into another,’ I thought as I followed the men into VIP. It was dark as usual in the VIP area with very few people. I was unsure what was expected of me. Should I give him a lap dance or a blow job?
“Ok so what am I doing here? Do you need a lap dance?” I asked frantically. I was a bit shaken by what just happened and by his presence. His whole aura was confidence plus as he sat in his chair. I’m wondering if people were sure he’s really the cold hearted person they say he is. He didn’t respond, he kept staring at me. I couldn’t see his eyes but I could feel them. “Sir, thank you for saving me from those men, but I’m not sure why I’m in here,” I started rambling. His men stood around the table, their backs to us.
“You speak very well for someone who works in a strip club.” He said those words nonchalantly as he fell back into his chair and lifted his right foot to his left knee. I realized then that in my state of distress I forgot my ‘club ascent’. “Do you know about pheromones Gypsie?” He continued. “You emitted pheromones tonight when you danced and it made every man in ya cocky stand up. You were like the female silk moth that releases bombykol which unerringly draws the males to her the moment they encounter her.”
I stood stock still. What the fuck?! How did he know about silk moths and pheromones?
I didn’t respond, he continued to talk in perfect English mixed with just a little Jamaican patois. “Every man in this club wants to fuck you tonight after that performance. I’ve seen you dance before, but tonight was different.” I could feel his eyes trailing up and down my scantily clad body.
Fuck! He could sense that I was horny. Who comes to a strip club and knows these things?! Who is this man? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said in denial.
“Come here, Gypsie” He held out his hand to me.
I reluctantly walked to him. Not that I had a choice. I stopped in-front of him. He took my hand and pulled me down unto his lap. A small gasp escaped my lips. He put his face into the curve of my neck and inhaled deeply. That was the first time he truly touched me.
‘Oh fuck that felt good.’ I thought as I closed my eyes.
“You smell like roses, chocolate and sexy,” he breathed into my ear.
I know I must have wet myself at those words because that simple act was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. My body snuggled into his on it’s own accord. This was the physical contact that my body craved.
“Do you have a boyfriend Gypsie?” He continued close to my ear. I nodded as I was afraid of how my voice would sound if I spoke.
“He’s a fucking bloodclaat fool to have somebody like you dancing on a stage for strangers,” he said a bit harshly, his face still in my neck. I couldn’t speak my body was moving on its own accord, my bottom snuggling deeper into his lap...searching. My nipples tightened and I couldn’t control the jumping of my pussy. My body turned into him and I turned my face just then capturing his lips with mine. His mouth opened, maybe in surprise, maybe in welcome, I don’t know, but I sank my tongue into his mouth, biting his bottom lip and soothing it with my tongue. Fuck! Fuck! fuck I kissed him! I screamed in my mind as my brain registered what was actually happening.
“I’m so sorry. That should never have happened.” I said quickly breaking contact with his lips. He was breathing heavily. I was so embarrassed, I tried to get up from his lap but he tightened his arms around my waist.
He growled loudly and one hand came up and held my face in place as he reclaimed my lips. He was now leading, plundering my mouth with his tongue and I was helpless to resist him. Pheromones he said. This was sinful! Nobody should be able to kiss like this. His mouth covered my lips while he sucked and pulled on both my lips. “Oh Gypsie, Gypsie, Gypsie, I can smell how turned on you are,” he said against my lips.
I whimpered against his lips my forehead against his as I turned to fully straddle his body. “No you can’t,” I said in denial.
“Really?” He smiled against my lips. “Would you like me to prove it?” He said cockily between kisses. He didn’t wait on my response he stopped kissing me, leaned back in his chair with a smirk on his sexy lips. His eyes travelled down the length of my body to where my sheer lingerie pooled at my waist exposing my black lace thong that barely covered my pussy. I know I was wet I didn’t have to touch myself to know it. Before I could protest two fingers swooped down and touched the lace at the apex of my thighs. I gasped at how sensitive my clit felt to his touch. He may just as well be touching my bare pussy.
“Hmm…wet,” he breathed.
I was watching him, I couldn’t see his expressions but I could see his actions. What he did next was beyond my imagination and expectation. He put the two fingers in his mouth sucking my essence from his fingers. “Sweet.”
I gasped loudly and my hips started moving against him. ‘Fuuuck!’ I was screaming in my mind. He did not just taste me.
“Are you sure you want to be moving on my dick right now?” He asked in my ear. I stopped moving instantly. I felt like a puppet. What was he doing to me? His fingers swooped down again and this time he shifted the lace of my thong and rubbed my clit then he inserted one finger deep inside me. I could not control the moan that escaped my lips from deep in my tummy. I threw my head back and closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable. I lost all consciousness of my surroundings as his finger went in an out of my wet engorging pussy. His finger was touching a very sensitive spot that I was only now discovering. I was on the brink of falling apart in his arms.
“When was the last time he touched you, Gypsie?” He removed his finger when I was at the brink of my impending orgasm. I felt like screaming. My body was wound as tightly as a toy robot. I opened my eyes and just stared at the shadow of his face. I felt rather than see his smile.
This mother fucker was enjoying himself. He knew I hadn’t been touched in a while but he needed to rub it in. “None of your fucking business!” I flung at him and tried to move off his lap but he held me firmly in place.
“That long?”He asked. I could hear his smile through the taunt. “What a raasclaat idiot like that! Does he know how sexy and utterly desirable you are?” This was a sore spot for me. I knew Mark hadn’t touched me in a very long time and he refused to even kiss me.
“Can you let me up please?” I asked seriously.
“Why? You haven’t cum on my finger yet,” he responded equally serious.
“Who says I will?” I asked defiantly.
“I wasn’t asking,” His voice was raspy in my ear as the same finger dipped low to circle my clit and then delved deep into my now very wet pussy touching that sweet spot again.My retort was lost in my moans and the circular motion of my hips on his finger. In and out his finger went touching that sweet spot. My hands gripped the front of his shirt as I closed my eyes and threw my head back riding the waves to the end of the earth. With one flick of his finger he tipped me over and I was lost, my pussy oozing juice all over his finger. My moans were getting loud and his men were standing around us. He swallowed my cries of pleasure, his mouth claiming mine once again.
“Will you come home with me?” He whispered softly and so close to my ear that I almost missed what he said. My heart was beating louder in my ear than music that was playing in the club. “I want to taste you for real and when I’m done feasting, I want to sink so deep in you they can hear your moans in Montego Bay.” He bit my earlobe and I shuddered.
“What?” I asked in shock. Nobody has ever said such erotic words to me before. Mark certainly hasn’t.
“You heard me,” his voice was husky.
Before I could respond there was some kind of commotion with his men and somebody trying to get to him.
“I’m here to give him his usual lap dance!” The person said with much attitude. I didn’t recognize the voice above the music. The men didn’t respond they continued to block her view and path to us. They were like a fortress. He was quite unperturbed and didn’t look twice toward the sound. All his focus was on me.
“I have to go” I said. Trying to use the distraction to my advantage but it didn’t work. He was not distracted at all and held me still.
“Go where? I asked you a question. Unless you want me to take you right here in front of my men. Is that what you’re used to Gypsie? Customers fucking you in public?” He taunted meanly. That really struck a cord and I immediately remembered the men touching me not long ago.
“Customers?!” I asked incredulously. “You think I’m a prostitute?! I don’t sell pussy for money! I have a fucking man!” I was shouting now.
“Then why are you here? Why do you go on that stage and parade around half naked fi man watch you and throw dem money at you wid dem cocky stiff up like dem throw banana inna bloodclaat monkey cage!” His discription of what I did was accurate but his words were harsh nonetheless. It felt like a slap across my face.
“I don’t give a flying fuck who you are! You don’t know me or why I do what I do! Since I’m selling fucks Yu betta wait inna di raasclaat line with the rest a shoppers!” I forgot who he was and what he could do to me in the heat of the moment.
He closed his eyes visibly trying to reign in his anger. Why was he so concerned about me dancing on the stage anyway?! How dare he accuse me of being a whore! Tears shone bright in my eyes but I fought to hold them back. He still held me tight in his lap. His grip became even tighter.
“Let her pass!” He shouted to his men and the person making a scene brushed pass the guys like a true diva. Monique’s expressive face didn’t hide the shock when she saw me on his lap.
“Neeko you ready?!” She said quickly hiding her shock and pretending as if I wasn’t there. She was a true diva, experienced, beautiful half Indian and sexy as hell.
He loosened his hold on me and I jumped from his lap. I was about to leave but his stern command stayed my steps.
“Sit!” He pointed to chair across from him. I briefly thought about leaving anyway but that would be pointless because his men would block my way.
I swallowed hard and sat like a petulant child. ‘Oh what fresh hell is this?!’I thought to myself.
Monique walked over to him and she wasted no time jumping unto his lap. She was hardly wearing anything, her perfectly rounded breasts exposed and her thong had a small red heart covering her well groomed pussy. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a black choker and dark brown mated lipstick that contrasted perfectly with her caramel skin tone. Dexta Dapps ‘Bring it to the owner’ started playing.
I knew how sexually arousing that music video was. I could only image how she would bring it to life. She touched him everywhere as she ground her bottom and pussy in his lap.
A small gasp escaped my lips when she jumped off his lap and kneeled before him. She licked her lips as she opened his zipper and freed his dick. I couldn’t see but I could feel his eyes boring into me as she moaned deep in her throat and slid his entire dick in her mouth. I tried but I couldn’t look away. I was angry, curious and turned on at the same time. I’ve never seen someone suck a dick in real life before. She made slurping sounds as she moved her head up and down his shaft to the tempo of the music.
‘Why would he do this?!’ I thought. Because you refused him so he’s showing you that he can get it anywhere he wants it. I swallowed hard to move the lump in my throat as I stared at them. I couldn’t see his expression but I could hear Monique’s moans as she devoured him running her hand up and down his length. I was angry at the sight of her touching him and at the same time turned on by the way she touched and sucked him. My pupils dilated, my nipples got tight and the walls of my pussy contracted. I closed my eyes at the sight. It was too much. But it didn’t stop the image from popping into my mind. That image would be imprinted in my brain for as long as I live. My eyes flew open as her moans got louder.
He was a cruel mother fucker! He knew I wanted him. He knew how turned on I was and he did this to get back at me. He couldn’t begin to understand the weight I carried around everyday. Why should he care anyway it wasn’t his business and he didn’t know me. The tears I tried hard to hold back spilled from my eyes unbidden. I couldn’t stop them. I don’t know why I was crying. Was I hurt because he made me watch somebody fuck him with their mouth? Or was it because I thought the moment we had earlier meant something more than just a service I was rendering to him? Or was it just everything? My life in general? I don’t know, but my tears would not stop ruining my make-up.
I hated life for putting me in this position! I hated Mark for not touching me in so long and worse for not knowing how to touch me! And I hated him for making me watch this. I was helpless. I couldn’t control anything and I felt like screaming! Neeko you are a heartless motherfucker! I was screaming in my head as my tears fell unbounded.
“Enough!” He barked and Monique stopped on queue looking up at him with lustfilled eyes, smacking her lips. She stood to her feet and he fixed his pants. I quickly wiped my tears away with the back of my hands before anybody could notice. She whispered something in his ear and I could see his nod. She smiled and walked toward his men where she collected a wad of bills I couldn’t make out and left.
He walked over to me and stood in front of me. He placed his hands on the table and moved his lips to my ear. “Was that what you wanted to see babygirl? I don’t need to wait in line, I can get what I want when I want it.” His calm was frightening, but I was fueled by my own frustration.
“You are a cold blooded pussyhole! If you did really waah fi put on a show fi me you shudda just fuck har and done! Weh you stop har fah?!” I shouted in contrast to his visible calm. I was displaying way more bravado than I felt. I could feel myself shaking.
His men started to shift uncomfortably. I guess they didn’t want to listen to their boss arguing.
He looked in their direction, straightened and stepped away from me. I stood quickly and walked toward the human barrier. I listened for the command to stop me but it didn’t come. His man held out a wad of cash to me as I walked pass him. I didn’t look at him or the money I walked as quickly away as I could.
My shift was over and because of Neeko I missed two sessions on stage. It was probably best because after what I went through with the horny drunkards I needed a place where I could have a good cry. I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up and I didn’t know what to do.
I dodged Marsha’s questioning looks at my messed up make up and disheveled appearance and scooted off to clean up and change. I used my usual back exit dressed in my Burger King shirt and jeans. I checked my cellphone and saw messages from Mark apologizing for not being able to walk me home tonight. I was happy. I didn’t want to be around anybody right now. I didn’t want to talk. I need soft hands and gentle kisses. I need somebody to assure me that everything would be ok.
I stopped at the door and rested my head on the wall and allowed my tears to fall freely. I was utterly dejected. My shoulders shook with my sobs. I may as well get them out here than go home and cry to make my mom worry more than she already was.
“Bomboclaat mi get lucky tonight after all!” A drunken male voice said excitedly as I felt my body pressed to the wall and a knife in my side. His breath reeked of alcohol and he sounded a little familiar. I couldn’t see his face because he pushed me up against the wall. There was no use shouting for help. No one used this exit and the alley was barely lit. He grabbed at my blouse with such brute force he ripped the shirt sleeve. He was way bigger than I was. He could have been the same man from the club. His free hand found it’s way under my blouse pawed at my breasts.
“Please don’t” I begged crying. “Please.”
“You mean please gi Yu some a dis?! Yu kno how mi cocky stand up pan mi all night gal!”he said harshly.
“No! Please” I cried but my pleas fell on deaf ears as he forced me up against the wall with his body, one hand holding the knife in my side and the next undoing his pants. When I heard the sound of his zipper I tried to move away but he slammed my body against the wall and pressed the knife in my side.
“Hey gal if you try move again mi wring up da knife ya inna yu bloodclaat. Yu tink mi fraid fi fuck a dead body?!”
Bile rose in my throat and and I gagged and sobbed at the same time. The club exit few open at that moment and the next thing I knew I was on the ground and Neeko had the man by his throat up against the wall, his feet off the ground and the shiny silver pistol at his temple. His men surrounded him, their guns pointing at the man.
“Pussy take another breath and mi blow yu bomboclaat brain gainst da wall ya” I heard the release of the clip and the trigger pulled back. The man was held aloft his eyes popping and he was gasping for breath as Neeko applied pressure to his windpipe. The man slumped and his eyes rolled over and he passed out from lack of oxygen. Neeko threw him to the ground like a rag doll his face a mask of rage.
“All pussyhole rapist fi dead!” One of his men said as he kicked the man’s unconscious body.
The bile that I tried to hold back erupted in my throat and I started throwing up what little contents was in my stomach. Neeko walked over to me and squatted beside me on the ground,
“Miss, are you ok?” He asked softly. I continued to vomit and sob. This was all too much. When the vomiting calmed and just sobs rocked my body, he lifted my chin. It was pointless to resist and I lacked the strength to do it anyway. I looked into his grey eyes and I saw the moment the realization flashed across his handsome face and his eyes widened. I didn’t know what else to do, I launched myself into his arms and threw my arms around his neck and wept…
