I’m just one dirty motherfucker
I hurt myself way more than you
This too much out here for the cup
I put that codeine in my soup
Used to spit in granny face, I’m supposed to show you love
I don’t need no picket line and I don’t need no fuckin’ hug
You just rappin’ just because
With your napkin full of drugs
Too exclusive in the back
Noire sat in VIP, perched high over the night’s party goers, witnessing all her fiancé’s hard work being realized. Mirage, the city’s newest hotspot, was divided into two halves: one for the people who just wanted to dance and have a good time, and the other half for those wanting to indulge in the city’s most beautiful women. Dabu had been put in charge in finding only the baddest of women to occupy the poles. You had to be a member to enter the strip club, and the membership came at a hefty cost. It was available only to the ballers, so your paper had to be long before you stepped through its doors. Security was tight, and with Sergio in charge of finding trained professionals to serve as security, it was insured that no shit would pop off, and end with police raiding the place.
The VIP sat up high, overlooking the entire club and was decorated with one-way windows, so no one could see inside from above.
Noire couldn’t lie; she was proud as hell of her man. Opening night was a huge success so far; there was still a line outside with people eager and near desperate to get inside. She only wished Brooklyn was there to enjoy the night with her. She smiled sadly, knowing she’d be lit the fuck up.
Dabu and Sergio were enjoying themselves with a bunch of females Noire did not care to know. Looking around, she realized she hadn’t seen Grant in over an hour. She got up, smoothed her dress and walked out of the VIP towards his office, which also overlooked the entirety of the club. Walking across the hallway, she reached the door and didn’t bother to knock before opening it.
She was immediately greeted by one of the strippers, Lemon Drop, attempting to give HER man a private show. “Ummm….what the fuck is going on here?” she slammed the door behind her.
Grant cursed under his breath, knowing Noire was about to clown. He was in the midst of throwing Lemon Drop out when Noire came in.
“Is Grant a paying customer? Cuz I’m trying to understand why the fuck you’re in my damn man’s office instead of on stage making coins. Matter of fact, since your priorities are CLEARLY fucked up, BITCH YOU’RE FIRED!”
Noire stepped in between Grant and Lemon Drop and watched the stripper roll her eyes. “My bad, you’d think you owned this club and not him. Last time I checked, GRANT hired me not you.”
Grant took a deep breath and opened his mouth to stop the impending fight but Noire beat him to it, turning to him.
“Baby? Please inform Ms. Lemon Head as to who is the VP of Mirage?” she smiled sweetly. Grant knew better than to not comply.
“And please inform this stripper as to who you’re also marrying?”
Noire turned back to the stripper. “Now that you know, bitch, that I have ALL rights to put your ass out, you can be gone,” she waved her off.
Lemon drop scoffed, clearly feeling herself. “Oh you smelling yourself huh. But we all know you’re not woman enough to handle a man like G. He needs a real thoroughbred by his side, a bitch who don’t mind rolling her sleeves up and putting in work with him. A real ride or die, someone who also knows how to please him. And you ma’am, ain’t that bitch,” she looked her up and down. “So know this, your days are numbered bitch, cuz I’m coming for your spot,”
It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room, and before he knew what was going on, he watched as she literally flew at the stripper. With her hair wrapped in her hand, Noire punched Lemon Drop repeatedly in the face, cutting her with the large engagement ring still on her ring finger.
A push of a button had the club’s security in the room, separating the two. Bleeding out her nose and a cut on her face, Lemon Drop spat hatefully. “YOU’SE A DEAD BITCH!”
In a move Grant would marvel at later, Noire literally tossed the 250 plus pound bodyguard holding her, flew at Lemon Drop, knocked the other bodyguard away and was back beating her ass.
Wrapping Lemon Drop’s expensive weave in her hand, she proceeded to drag the stripper out of the office, down the stairs, and out to the emergency exit of the club, garnering the attention of the patrons, even the DJ. Tossing her out, she kicked her ass for good measure. “And let me be clear, if I EVERRRR catch that ass in these streets, you gonna wish you’d never stepped to me or my damn man.” She stated so only the stripper could here.
Slamming the door shut, she turned around to find all eyes on her. She smoothed her dress and looked at them unbothered. “May I help you all?” she questioned with a flip of her hair.
Everyone went back to what they were doing. Noire made her way to her fiancé’s office. First thing she noticed was that the security was gone. Probably a good thing too, she’d toss those niggas again if need be.
Stepping inside, she leveled Grant with a glare. “Just how many strippers you got trying to give you private shows Grant?” she questioned.
Grant stood, walking past her to close and lock the office door before walking back to his desk. “You do know I was about to throw her out right?”
“OK, but what the fuck was she doing in here in the first place? Do I gotta worry about all those bitches out there tryna show you a little titty and ass because they think my spot is up for grabs?”
Grant stepped up to her, pinning her with a hard gaze. Noire looked up at him, not intimidated by his towering form in the least. He grabbed her wrist, holding her hand to her eye level so that she could see her ring.
“You see that? If I wanted any of these bitches, trust you wouldn’t be here, Noire. I asked YOU to marry me. I iced YOUR finger,”
Grabbing the back of her neck, he attacked her lips with his own, kissing her hard. Noire went to push him away, but melted in his arms instead.
Moaning, she immediately felt her panties getting wet. Grant made love to her mouth like he was in between her legs. Then without notice, her clothes were being pulled off and she was being bent over his desk. Pulling off his shirt and pants, he palmed her ass.
“Arch your fucking back,”
Noire complied, loving when Grant was rough like this. All the thug came out of her man when he felt he had something to prove.
Smacking each cheek repeatedly; he teased her by rubbing the head up and down her wet slit, making her damn near beg for him to stick it in.
He entered her hard and fast, and started giving her long, hard strokes that had her gripping his desk tight and babbling nonsense.
“Don’t get it twisted ma, this the only pussy I’ma ever want to fuck or taste,” he grunted, raising her left leg and placing it on her desk.
The new angle had her damn near cross eyed. She mewled and whimpered, doing her best to throw her ass back to meet his savage thrusts.
He stopped and slipped out suddenly, making her open her mouth to protest. But it was cut short when he flipped her on her back and felt his tongue on her clit.
“Grant….fuck daddy,” she cried out. “You gotdamn right….daddy got you ma,” he said, extending his tongue to lick from her clit to the crack of her ass.
She was back on her stomach again as he stood and slipped his dick inside her slippery pussy and stroked her until she nutted with a scream. He took advantage of the soundproof walls, repeatedly hitting her spot until she was squirting and calling out for him, to God, to the heavens above.
Hearing her cries sent him over the edge, and Noire whimpered at the feeling of his nut splashing her walls.
He gripped her neck once again, kissing her. She kissed him just as hard, pouring all of her love into it.
“Don’t let that bitch words worry you about your position. If I wanted these bitches out there, I would have never approached you, Noire. You’re my world ma,” he looked deep into her eyes.
Noire could feel the sincerity in his words. She nodded, feeling ten times better. Of course, an intense orgasm could do that to you.
She went to straighten her appearance in his private bathroom. Her hair was out of its style and her makeup a mess. “I love you too Grant,” she tossed over her shoulder making him chuckle and shake his head.
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