Withstanding Me
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“I’m gonna ring my goddaughter’s neck,” Braxxon growls.
I smirk.
“We need two more prospects. Smokey, go thru Phil’s paperwork and see who he had lined up. Set up the patch party for Rap. Set it for Friday and send out the info to the Lady Charter. They know how to give a great patch party welcome.” Braxxon instructs.
Oh, that Motherfucker wants his balls ripped off by Winter.
“Great that concludes Chapel,” Braxxon says, slammin down the gavel.
Thank f**k. I need a drink and my daily dose of Storm’s beauty.
***
The music is pumping at Club Sated. I’m sitting in one of the plush chairs Winter has this place lined with, drinking my jack and coke, watching one of her strippers dance when Storm plops down beside me.
“Long night?” she asks, her voice coming out in that beautiful way that it always does.
Shit!
“Yeah,” I answer curtly.
I don’t know how to act around her anymore. This shit has me all kinds of twisted.
“You never got with me about what’s going on with Tatiana,” she says, almost hurt.
I’m an ass**le. Plain and simple.
I drain my glass of its contents and place it on the table before answering her. I also drag down my shades from the top of my head, placing them over my eyes. Every time she stares at me, I feel like she can read every single feeling that I’m feeling and I can’t stand that shit. It uneases me.
“Tatiana is messin around in shit she shouldn’t be,” I answer while turning towards her.
“Like what Mason?” she huffs out, crossing her arms.
All is forgotten, because the moment my real name left those beautiful f**kable lips, my mind went straight to wanting to bend her over and f**k the shit outta her.
“ZZ,” she laughs out.
What? She can’t see my eyes.
“You’re a dirty bastard,” she laughs again.
Damn facial expressions!
I smirk. “You know I wanna f**k you darlin; this is no secret.”
She sighs, leaning back in her chair.
Why do I always gotta ruin shit? We just hashed all this out the other day. I gotta fix it.
“I’m sorry. She’s just into shit I can’t talk about.”
Storm’s head tilts to the side, studying me before she nods. “Yeah okay. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”
And with that, she gets up and walks away, taking my breath with her. Fuck, she’s too beautiful. Way too f**kin beautiful.
“Hey there handsome, want a ride?”
I look over and see the stripper that was just dancing standing in front of me in nothing but a barely there thong and some f**kin pesky ass glitter.
“You offerin the kinda ride I want sweetheart?” I ask, tilting my shades back up to the top of my head.
“If the ride you’re wantin is the kind that gets these off of me and you inside of me, then yes, that’s the kind of ride I’m offerin,” she whispers low while fingering her panties back and forth.
Fuck yes, and all I had to do was sit here. Easy pu**y.
I stand. “Lead the way sweetness.” I gesture with one of my hands.
My dick allows me to follow this nameless whore through the hallway, out the backdoor to the fenced in employee parking lot. I make a mental note to let Storm know these bitches be going outside nude. But not before I get a quick f**k.
“In my car,” she says as her hand reaches for the door handle.
“I don’t think so,” I growl, pushing her up against her car and ripping her panties off.
That’s a little too f**kin personal for my liking.
I push my c**k against her backside. “You want this?”
“Yes, yes please!”
Oh, she’s a beggar.
I pull away and listen to her whimper as I dig a condom outta my pack pocket and lower my jeans. “Fast and hard,” I growl as I cover my dick.
“Fast and hard,” she agrees.
I push into her, and I’m immediately disappointed. The bitch feels like the Grand Canyon, so wide and loose. I roll my eyes and pull out, reach around to her front, and start playin with her clit. I’m a dick, but I won’t leave women unsatisfied even if that means no satisfaction for me.
It takes her no time to start moaning and thrashing about. I feel like screaming, my dick is in need of that much attention. I would make this bitch suck my c**k but judging by the looseness of her pu**y, her mouth has been on just as many cocks as her pu**y’s taken. No f**kin thank you!
Her body stops shuttering, and I pull my hand away.
“Thank you,” she murmurs through her sex-drugged state.
“No problem darlin,” I say before retreating back inside.
I’m still buttoning my pants when I literally run into Storm. FUCK!
“Did she satisfy you ZZ?” she spits.
Dammit!
“No,” I answer honestly.
“Glad,” she smirks, before walking away from me, yet again.
Glad? Damn bitch has such a beautiful mouth, and it spouts such witty shit. Love it.
Chapter Seven
Storm
Last night I ran right smack into Mason after he was done f**kin one of our dancers out back in the parking lot. Yeah, fun times!
I could be a big ass bitch and brag to him that I’m going on another date with Randy, but I don’t because I truly want to be his friend even if it kills me.
I’m rounding up the drinks for the contractor meeting when Piper walks up beside me.
I smirk.
“We need two more prospects. Smokey, go thru Phil’s paperwork and see who he had lined up. Set up the patch party for Rap. Set it for Friday and send out the info to the Lady Charter. They know how to give a great patch party welcome.” Braxxon instructs.
Oh, that Motherfucker wants his balls ripped off by Winter.
“Great that concludes Chapel,” Braxxon says, slammin down the gavel.
Thank f**k. I need a drink and my daily dose of Storm’s beauty.
***
The music is pumping at Club Sated. I’m sitting in one of the plush chairs Winter has this place lined with, drinking my jack and coke, watching one of her strippers dance when Storm plops down beside me.
“Long night?” she asks, her voice coming out in that beautiful way that it always does.
Shit!
“Yeah,” I answer curtly.
I don’t know how to act around her anymore. This shit has me all kinds of twisted.
“You never got with me about what’s going on with Tatiana,” she says, almost hurt.
I’m an ass**le. Plain and simple.
I drain my glass of its contents and place it on the table before answering her. I also drag down my shades from the top of my head, placing them over my eyes. Every time she stares at me, I feel like she can read every single feeling that I’m feeling and I can’t stand that shit. It uneases me.
“Tatiana is messin around in shit she shouldn’t be,” I answer while turning towards her.
“Like what Mason?” she huffs out, crossing her arms.
All is forgotten, because the moment my real name left those beautiful f**kable lips, my mind went straight to wanting to bend her over and f**k the shit outta her.
“ZZ,” she laughs out.
What? She can’t see my eyes.
“You’re a dirty bastard,” she laughs again.
Damn facial expressions!
I smirk. “You know I wanna f**k you darlin; this is no secret.”
She sighs, leaning back in her chair.
Why do I always gotta ruin shit? We just hashed all this out the other day. I gotta fix it.
“I’m sorry. She’s just into shit I can’t talk about.”
Storm’s head tilts to the side, studying me before she nods. “Yeah okay. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”
And with that, she gets up and walks away, taking my breath with her. Fuck, she’s too beautiful. Way too f**kin beautiful.
“Hey there handsome, want a ride?”
I look over and see the stripper that was just dancing standing in front of me in nothing but a barely there thong and some f**kin pesky ass glitter.
“You offerin the kinda ride I want sweetheart?” I ask, tilting my shades back up to the top of my head.
“If the ride you’re wantin is the kind that gets these off of me and you inside of me, then yes, that’s the kind of ride I’m offerin,” she whispers low while fingering her panties back and forth.
Fuck yes, and all I had to do was sit here. Easy pu**y.
I stand. “Lead the way sweetness.” I gesture with one of my hands.
My dick allows me to follow this nameless whore through the hallway, out the backdoor to the fenced in employee parking lot. I make a mental note to let Storm know these bitches be going outside nude. But not before I get a quick f**k.
“In my car,” she says as her hand reaches for the door handle.
“I don’t think so,” I growl, pushing her up against her car and ripping her panties off.
That’s a little too f**kin personal for my liking.
I push my c**k against her backside. “You want this?”
“Yes, yes please!”
Oh, she’s a beggar.
I pull away and listen to her whimper as I dig a condom outta my pack pocket and lower my jeans. “Fast and hard,” I growl as I cover my dick.
“Fast and hard,” she agrees.
I push into her, and I’m immediately disappointed. The bitch feels like the Grand Canyon, so wide and loose. I roll my eyes and pull out, reach around to her front, and start playin with her clit. I’m a dick, but I won’t leave women unsatisfied even if that means no satisfaction for me.
It takes her no time to start moaning and thrashing about. I feel like screaming, my dick is in need of that much attention. I would make this bitch suck my c**k but judging by the looseness of her pu**y, her mouth has been on just as many cocks as her pu**y’s taken. No f**kin thank you!
Her body stops shuttering, and I pull my hand away.
“Thank you,” she murmurs through her sex-drugged state.
“No problem darlin,” I say before retreating back inside.
I’m still buttoning my pants when I literally run into Storm. FUCK!
“Did she satisfy you ZZ?” she spits.
Dammit!
“No,” I answer honestly.
“Glad,” she smirks, before walking away from me, yet again.
Glad? Damn bitch has such a beautiful mouth, and it spouts such witty shit. Love it.
Chapter Seven
Storm
Last night I ran right smack into Mason after he was done f**kin one of our dancers out back in the parking lot. Yeah, fun times!
I could be a big ass bitch and brag to him that I’m going on another date with Randy, but I don’t because I truly want to be his friend even if it kills me.
I’m rounding up the drinks for the contractor meeting when Piper walks up beside me.
