Kiki
“You’re one amazing dancer doll.” Dwayne commented giving me a peck on the cheek.
“Thanks Dwayne, body like mine pays the bills.” I said feeling myself a bit.
Well, it’s Friday night and I’ve just finished my shift for tonight. As promised, I’ve given Dwayne a breathtaking lap dance. (One that he won’t forget in a hurry.)
Unlike other guys though, he didn’t try to touch me which made me feel very comfortable while dancing for him.
“I really do like you K-DOLL” He said and all I could do was laugh. I mean who wouldn’t like a girl me. Perfect body, pretty face, I’ve got it all.
“You don’t say.” I replied in my usual sassy voice.
“I’m serious. Although y’all gave me a wrong number yesterday, but we could roll out me and you. I’m not talking about flings and one nightstands here.” He said with a serious expression on his face.
“I’m a stripper Dwayne, I don’t do boyfriends.” I responded honestly and got up to leave.
“Okay let’s just be friends then, just gimme your number to start with. Promise not to bombard you with calls and messages. Pinkie promise.” He said raising his pinkie.
“Fine. Gimme your phone then.” I said sighing defeatedly.
I took the phone from him and typed in my number before saying goodnight and walked back to the dressing room where I had to get changed.
“He found out that we gave him a fake number didn’t he?” Erica asked trying to suppress her laughter as I walked into the busy dressing room with a little frown on my face.
“You mean you gave him a fake number.” I retorted making air quotes.
“Eish, Whatever! He was meant to find out anyway. I’m sure that my nasty ex breathed some fire.” She joked and we burst out laughing so hard that the other girls in the room gave us some awkward stares which we cared less about.
I took time to fill her in on my discussion with Dwayne joking and laughing about it as we did so.
“What’s taking y’all so long to get up here? Customers are waiting.” Larry, the owner of the club barked as he barged into the room huffing and puffing. Dude has no chill.
The other girls who were kinda b-grade scurried out of the room like scared little rabbits while me and Erica were still busy removing our makeup.
“You girls did great tonight.” He commented and I only responded with a nod.
“As always daddy.” Erica said in a little voice wiggling her long painted nails. Such a drama queen. Yikes!
“And oh, that reminds me, Erica, lose that belly fat.” He teased before walking out of the room.
“He didn’t just say that to my face did he?” Erica cried out looking down at her belly which was becoming less flat as the days go by.
“I think he kinda did.” I said amidst muffled laughter.
“Well is it true? Is my belly getting fat?” Erica asked with a little frown.
“No offense but you look five months pregnant Eri.” I responded with a snort. That kinda angered her as she started throwing the makeup wipes at me while I kept laughing and calling her ‘fatty’.
***
“I’m so exhausted.” Erica whined as we exited the gym. She’s finally agreed to get registered at the gym today thanks to getting repeatedly teased about her belly.
“You’re so lazy Eri.” I complained and started up the car. We’ve barely exercised for 10 minutes and she already wants to go home and stuff her face with food.
“Just take me home B, I’ll get better. You know I’m new to this. I’m just doing this to keep my stripper body and my job.” She rapped tiredly.
“You don’t say.” I injected icily as she kept poking my arm playfully trying to make me laugh a bit.
“Let’s get some sandwiches, I’m so freaking hungry.” Erica suggested as we drove past a little fast food place and I stepped on the brakes bringing the car to a halt with a little screech about two blocks away from the fast food place.
“You go get it.” I said as I opened the water bottle and put it on my lips.
“Nah, we going together.” Erica protested with a little frown.
“Let’s go then.” I finally agreed getting down from the car and she also followed suit.
“That’ll be eighty.” The cashier said and I received the paper bag from her passing her a hundred dollar bill.
“You can keep the change.” I said and turned to walk back to where Erica was standing outside making a call when I suddenly jammed with a familiar pair of eyes.
“Hey beautiful Doll.” He greets with a smile while still standing in my way.
“You’re blocking my way.” I said instead, ignoring his greetings.
“Sorry about that.” He says and steps aside as he saw the death glares I was giving him.
“Why are you everywhere?” I questioned through gritted teeth as I started walking towards the exit.
“It’s called chemistry Doll, relax.” He replied with a chuckle and I shook my head quickening my steps.
“I’ll call you later.” He yelled as I paid him no mind and walked out of the place. So annoying!
****
Four Months Later:
“Why haven’t you gotten a boyfriend yet Kiara Thomas?” My mum asked as I settled down on the couch. I’m currently in New Orleans where my mum is staying.
“Mum I’m not ready for a relationship yet.” I babbled like a preschooler.
“You’ll be 25 in two weeks Kiara.” My mum dragged on.
“I’m a stripper mum, I don’t…”
“Shut up and listen to me Kiara, just because you dance at a strip club doesn’t mean that you are condemned to be emotionally empty and alone forever. Amy is getting married soon, and you need to make plans for something like that as well.” My mum nagged as I kept rubbing my forehead in frustration.
My mom always gives fine sermons.
“Fine, I’ll look for a boyfriend then.” I said throwing my hands in the air.
Well my mum is kinda right, I haven’t had a boyfriend since I was nineteen. Crazy right?
“Not just any boyfriend Hun, but a good man. I’m not talking about the drug dealers and thugs you dance for Kiara.” My mom added sternly.
“Understood ma’am.”
“And happy birthday to you.” She said in a totally different tone handing me a shopping bag which was beside her wheelchair.
“This is so beautiful mum, thank you, thank you!!” I screamed excitedly as I took out the contents of the bag; a pair of Levi’s and black stilettos.
“I hope the Levi’s size you right.” My mum commented as I kept lifting the cloth in the air in admiration.
“Of course it’ll size me. Thanks so much mum.” I squealed squeezing my mum in a tight hug.
***
It’s seven in the evening and I was chilling on the couch watching a corny and boring TV show. I came back to Florida some days back.
A little knock sounded on my door and I quietly got up to see who it was. Dwayne! Speak of the devil!!
I opened the door and found him baring his pearly whites in an infectious smile which I didn’t hesitate to return.
“Hey Doll.” He greeted and extended his arms for a hug.
“My door bell still works you know.” I stated as soon as we disengaged from the hug.
“I’m a cave man.” He said with a little laugh beating his chest.
“Whatever.” I said in my usual duh tone rolling my eyes as I turned round and walked lazily back to the couch.
“You’re looking mighty fine tonight.” He commented as he shut the door and followed me into the room.
“Thanks D.” I replied with a small smile as I felt his eyes seeping through my clothes. Well I wasn’t wearing much anyway. Just a bralette which barely covered my nipples and sport shorts which resembled an underwear. Everything he wanted to see was on full disclosure.
In case you’re interested in knowing why Dwayne is at my house, let me get you a low down;
In the past few months, me and Dwayne have become really great friends even though we’re not dating, we’ve slept over at each other’s place but nothing funny has happened. Not even a kiss!
“What did you have for dinner?” Dwayne asked amidst a loud yawn and I threw a cushion at him.
“Easy girl!” He exclaimed after catching the cushion in mid air.
“I ate some pizza.” I said as I smiled fascinated by his agility.
“You’re a real time junkie. Wonder how you still got a body like that.” He complained shaking his head as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
“And you know that I can’t cook.” I said rubbing my nails.
For y’all who don’t know, Dwayne is one crazy cook and you can take that to the bank!
“Where is the pasta?” He asked as I walked into the kitchen after a while to find him ransacking the cabinets apparently looking for the pasta.
“First one on the left.” I said and he opened it and found the pack of pasta.
“You in?” He queried as he wanted to know the quantity of pasta to prepare.
“Is that a question? You think I’d let you cook my pasta, in my kitchen and still eat all of it alone?” I queried rolling my eyes.
“Stingy!” He mumbled and I slapped him hard on the butt.
“Chill, will ya?” He said after letting out a little yelp.
He lit up the fire and placed the pot of pasta on the stove before turning round to face me as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Let me help with that.” I offered and he let me undo the buttons.
“Mmmm.” He moaned softly as I ran my fingers slowly down his now bare torso. The word ‘Motown’ was tatted up in black ink on his chest. Well that’s his hometown – Detroit.
He further extended his hands to his back and I gently slipped down the sleeves of the shirt pulling em off his arms.
I stood behind him continually biting my lower lip as I stared at his muscular back which had the inscription;
‘3-1-3 made In Detroit’ tatted up also in black ink. Such a patriot!
I ran my long painted nails down his spine and I could sense him cringe a bit.
“That tickles.” He said as he turned round and grabbed my fingers for a minute before letting go and grabbing my waist instead lifting me up and placing me on the kitchen counter.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kept placing soft kisses down my neck. We flirt a whole lot most of the time when we are alone but like I said, no kissing on the lips and no sex.
“You know, we could stay like this forever and a day and forfeit the pasta or you could let me concentrate with my cooking.” He whispered softly in my ear after he stopped kissing on my neck.
I heaved a long sigh and let go of him so he could return to the food.
“Slice me some onions doll.” He said passing me a knife from the rack.
“You wish! I just got my nails done. Do you want me to break them?” I asked showing him my nails.
“How bout I get em redone? You know I’m paid.” He opined and I rolled my eyes taking the knife from him making him smile a bit.
As much as I try to deny it, I’ve developed some feelings for Dwayne over time and it sucks that I can’t have him anymore because I already turned him down months ago. Now we’re just friends and nothing more.
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