Shady Business

*AYANA*

“Ayana, if you don’t go back in the house and change, we’re not going anywhere.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“If I show you what’s wrong with it, we’ll never make it out.”

I rolled my eyes at him. Whose dad is this man? For the record, it’s nothing but a little cleavage. Sometimes the titty is the outfit. I thought it was cute. I stepped out in a denim mini skirt with a corset top and a nice pair of heels. I will admit that top was a size or two too small, but that’s because I wanted that lift.

Jeremy didn’t appreciate it. He’s always thinking these thirsty dudes are looking at me. I keep telling him that’s none of his concern. He just keeps insisting on telling me to change my clothes.

I went inside and found a cute bodycon dress that stopped mid-thigh. It was red with black straps. I paired it with a black leather jacket and my black chunky heels.

When I stepped outside, he smirked and gave his ‘nod of approval’. He opened my door and helped me into my seat.

“Ooh…he got manners,” I said jokingly.

He just smiled and shut the door behind me.

Once he got in and started the car, we were on our way to wherever he had us going.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said with a grin on his face.

“Uh uh, you know I don’t like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one. I just need to make a stop first.”

I didn’t know what to expect, so I decided to send Jamira my location. I made sure to share it for the next twenty-four hours.

I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea because as soon as she got it, she started blowing up my phone. After declining the first three calls, I put my phone on silent. She left a voicemail and sent an angry text.

PICK UP THE PHONE, YANA!

I’m grown.

You’re triflin’.

Just know if anything happens, you’ll know where to find me.

Are you with Jeremy?

Maybe, maybe not.

She texted back but by then I put my phone face down in my lap and ignored her. I didn’t have time to answer Mira’s one hundred and one questions.

She’s been talking about meeting him. Truth is I don’t want her snooping in my shit like I do her. Well, like I did her when she was with Chris. I don’t think she’d even approve of him anyway.

She always told me to get a guy with a decent job and treats me well. Jeremy ain’t none of that. I mean he treats me good, but I honestly don’t know enough to say what he does or doesn’t do. Every time I ask he just does something to distract me like foreplay or a gift.

We rode around town for about twenty minutes before we got to a strip club. The building was small and the parking lot was fairly empty. It was nine at night on a Thursday after all. He parked the car and looked me in my eyes with the most serious look I’ve ever seen on his face.

“This is only gonna take a few minutes. Don’t leave this car and don’t talk to nobody.”

“What kind of—“

“Just don’t.”

He quickly exited the car and went to talk to security for a few minutes before going inside.

I locked the doors as my stomach turned inside out. I turned up the radio a little to ease my nerves.

I got lost in my jam, Rodeo by Juvenile. That man knew he was fine. My mind started to drift elsewhere when I heard a loud banging sound on the window.

My heart started racing as I tried to ignore the figure staring right at me.

“Open the window.”

I pulled out my phone to pretend like I was calling the cops until I looked up and saw that it was Chris, just as weak as he’d ever been.

I rolled the window down slightly. Enough to talk, but also enough that if I need to, I could roll it back up.

“Where’s Mira?”

“Like I’d ever tell you.”

“I swear you so damn raggedy.”

He started banging on the window and trying to open the door.

“Ayana open this door or I’ll open it myself.”

Before things went too far Jeremy appeared and walked over to Chris’s embarrassing ass and checked him.

“Why you banging on my car?”

“You know me?”

“You beating on my car, scaring my lady. Now I’m gonna ask you again before my barrel start talking.”

Chris threw his hands up and slowly backed up.

“I’m just trying to talk to the girl, that’s all.”

“You don’t talk to her you talk to me.”

I can’t lie that made me smile so wide I knew he seen it from outside the car.

I rolled the window back up and waited for Jeremy to get back in the car. Once he did, we rode for another thirty minutes before pulling into the parking lot of a small building that was nothing really spectacular on the outside. It was pretty empty actually aside from four other cars.

Once we got inside the building, the lights were dim with soft jazz in the background and shelves of wine bottles on one wall with pictures and pottery on the other wall. There were eight tables in the middle with mini easels on top ready for use. Next to them were paint trays full of colors.

We went and took our seats and we were immediately greeted by the staff.

“Welcome to Zip Creations, my name is Trey. Can I interest you in a bottle of wine while you paint?”

Jeremy nodded and told him what to get. From there we sipped our wine and painted while we got to know each other a little more.

By the time we were finished, so was the bottle. He led me back to his car and helped me back inside.

When we left he went in a different direction than my house.

“Where are we going?”

“I thought we’d get a room for tonight.”

“That made me excited.

He pulled into the parking lot of a hotel and got the room.

We took a shower together and I realized I didn’t have any clothes to change into.

“I don’t have any clothes.”

“Don’t worry about it, I can get you some more. Besides you’re not going to need any tonight,” he said smiling.

I knew exactly what that meant.

He sat in the chair and motioned for me to come sit on his lap. He grabbed my hips and kissed my neck as he penetrated the pool beneath me.

I bit my lip trying to hold back the moan that was forcing its way out.

I closed my eyes as I moved my hips around his dick and bounced.

“Shit! Ahhh.”

“Open your eyes, look at me.”

I did as he said. He gripped my hips tighter. Somehow looking right into his eyes made things so intense I climaxed within seconds.

He picked me up and put me on all fours.

“Arch your back all the way,” he whispered.

I nodded and got as low as I could.

Next I felt his warm head enter me. Slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. It wasn’t long before he started slamming into me and making noises of his own.

He bent down pressing his body against my back as he reached down and placed his fingers on my clit rubbing up and down quickly.

“You like that?”

“I like it.”

“Shhh. Just cum for me.”

It wasn’t long before my knees buckled and my body gave out while my juices trickled down my leg.

He turned me over and continued to stroke his shaft. Within a few minutes he covered my breasts with his cum. He smiled and went to get a washcloth.

He wiped every bit of it up. Afterwards he got in the bed beside me and wrapped his arms around me. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

I stirred thinking about the run in with Chris. That shit spooked me.

I wasn’t sure when I went to sleep, but when I woke up I was alone. The other side of the bed was cold and there was no trace of Jeremy. Then I looked over and saw a hundred dollar bill staring at me.

I stared at the bill for a long time.

It wasn’t the money.

It was what it felt like.

As if every conversation, every plan—even our date—had simply been… a transaction.

I called his phone and it went straight to voicemail.