Dionne and Royale: Rise of a Young Boss

Royale’s POV.

The summer night air was calm, and the sky was blanketed in stars. I was puffing on a blunt thinking about the sudden metamorphosis of my life. I had the keys to the Burgh Kingdom after H stepped down to be a family man. Today marks three months ago when his son was born to his fiancée Ginger.

I had mad love for Hale. The man took me under his wing and taught me nearly everything about the streets. I had some rough patches in the beginning. A couple of old heads tried to punk me and caught these hands. I was not one for disrespect. I put my hands on anyone quick to be against my reign.

Sincere told me sooner or later I was going to have to kill a few niggas to keep the competition at bay. That bridge did not need to be crossed just yet. I promised the Grand Raise that I would be smart about this drug life and not let it change me, but it has.

Females were throwing pussy at me all day long. The money was pouring in like water. How could I not take advantage of all of that? All that glitters is not gold as the old wise folks say. I had the feeling my blissful reign had bumpy roads up ahead.

“Oh shit! Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you biting my damn dick!” Yanni was underneath the steering wheel of my new BMW sucking the skin off my tool. How the hell she nibbled my shaft was beyond me. My mood was officially ruined. I no longer wanted to bless her with this dope pipe game. I yelled for her to get the hell up and she chuckled then said some slick shit out of her mouth.

“Well, it ain’t my fault. Yale, you are squirming and what not.” Yanni pulled down the visor mirror and started fixing her horsetail. I shook my head and started to put my now flaccid penis away. The sound of my phone echoed throughout the car. I was grateful for the distraction. I was seriously thinking about throwing this bitch out my ride for putting those vampire marks on my skin.

“Yo what it do?” I yelled into the phone ashing my blunt. This hoe had the nerve to put the hand out like I was passing it to her. Fuck out of here she could not hit my weed after what just happened. Yanni sucked her teeth again and rolled those contact lenses.

She was on my damn nerves now that I was sobering up from the molly and liquor. Yanni was a straight thot that fucked any guy with a few dollars. The typical hood rat trying to trap a baller with a baby.

“Boss man some dude up in here dropping your name like he knows you. Say he want to talk to Yale. Just straight Yale, he looks shady as fuck. I’ll put a hot one in him just say the word.”

Wiz was the closest thing to my right hand after Sincere. He was proving his loyalty to me and passing every test thrown his way. I cranked up my whip and drove to the bar to see what the fuck was going on. Hale had successfully set up Club Steel here and an after-hours spot across the street from it.

Hale was not completely retired as all types of illegal gambling and strippers was up in the joint. Every time Hale stepped foot in the building paranoia set in. He was worried Boss Lady G would come up in there shutting shit down. Real talk I clowned him, but he was right to always be on point.

I had my operation headquarters set up in the private secluded back area. Hale had it built with soundproof walls and bulletproof glass. Nigga wore a suit and tie by day, along with an occasional apron, but still a thug by blood. When I looked into my future, that was what I wanted to be eventually.

“What’s his name? I’m five minutes out.”

“He keeps saying Dirt. What the fuck type of name is that? He too fresh to be dirty. Aight, we got him sitting at the front counter, boss.”

Wiz disconnected the call. I thought long and hard pulling every name from my mental Rolodex. Dirt did not pop up at all, or any associated government names close to it. I completely forgot about Yanni being in my passenger seat until she started cackling into the phone. She was babbling to one of her thot friends about riding with me. I have no idea why she was claiming me as her man. I ignored her for now since there was more important shit at play.

We pulled up to the valet section of Steel. Jimmy, the head valet attendant, came over right away to grab my keys. I never parked my car at the bar just in case shit got hot. I would never be connected to any illegal dealings. Yanni flew around the car to be on my arm. I hit the Heisman on that ratchet ass.

“Naw this is business girl go on in the club let Vera up in VIP know you on my tab tonight. Aight, shorty.”

The twinkle in her eyes was like a kid on Christmas. She flew into the entrance so fast, not even saying goodbye or a thank you. The joke was on her though, because Vera knew that any woman using my name was to be served the cheapest liquor and put out by 11pm. Soon as they started showing out or inviting people to the section, their ass was put on the banned list. I had too many cat fights going on in there. Hale said to put a leash on the wild young pussy.

I jogged across the street and hit the doorman Vic with a head nod and went in through the velvet rope. The joint was jumping tonight. All the tables were filled with players and hoes, who were half naked getting that money. I headed toward the bar but was stopped when a young dude caught my eye. I had not seen him in a long time but no doubt it was him. I walked up behind him and recited our childhood line.

“Reach for the sky nigga.” I said and he turned around with a smile displaying a chipped tooth on the bottom right side.

“Slim thuggin cousin, what’s up! Fuck you doing in the Burgh homie?” I pulled his ass into a hug and we slapped up. This nigga was laughing and shit. Slim was my cousin from Georgia he and his brother would come up to visit during the summertime. His father was my mom’s older brother. My grandmother never spoke highly of her only son. She always said Roland made too many excuses about why he could never get right.

“Where your big brother at fam?” Slim pointed over to the bar. I saw Wiz and the crew posted up with the guy I assumed to be Dirt. I shook my head and walked over toward them. I slapped up with Wiz and the others.

I stared at the figure on the barstool and took in his appearance. He had a toothpick in his mouth and a drink in his hand. Royce who was now going by the name Dirt. He was my favorite cousin growing up. He was three years older than me and always on some crazy shit. When they came up to visit, we stayed in some mess with bitches and dudes. My grandmother loved us all the same but she kept an eye on Royce.

“You Dirt huh? Come up in my spot dropping names and shit homie.” I said fucking with him. He put his drink down and stood up to look me over. Royce was a version of Hale when I was younger. The rumor was he ruled the south with an iron fist and was ruthless as ever. He got caught up in a sting with the Feds and did five years in the penitentiary. Supposedly the original sentence was fifteen, but witnesses started disappearing.

I always wanted to be like him growing up, but my grandraise wasn’t having it. Etta Mae made sure I graduated high school and enrolled in college courses. She always said that burying my mother was the hardest thing she has ever done. Gram did not want to bury any of her grandsons. She was crushed when I got shot over the Bam drama.

“Young Yale is that what you going by now? I hear you the boss around these parts little cousin. Give me some love.” I slapped up with him, and we hugged. His grip too tight for my liking. I pulled back slowly watching his facial expression.

I took the seat next to him, and he caught me up to speed on his life. Basically, he was looking to start over and coming up north was his best chance. I loved my family no doubt but, jumping back into the game was the wrong move. Royce was hot, and he knew it, don’t matter how far away from the south he was.

“Well, we can talk about that later, but right now let me properly show you the Steel City cousin. Yo Mario drinks all around for my southern family, him over there too.” I said pointing to Slim.

Wiz and the others relaxed after they knew Dirt was cool. The look on Dirt’s face was not a content one. I knew he had ulterior motives. I just did not know what they were. I was going to keep my eye on his ass for the time being.

***

Dionne’s POV.

The eyes on the wall cat clock were moving back and forth giving me a headache. “You see we are here because of her! She was parading around with a damn teenager, who assaulted me. She never apologized or gave me an explanation.”

Pierre was droning on and on to our therapist about my ‘fuck-ups’ in our marriage. I had filed for divorce two months ago after he came to work drunk off his ass. This fool embarrassed himself, our company, and lost us a huge account. That was the breaking point for me. I had put his belongings in one of the company trucks and had it dropped off at his parents’ house. This fool had the nerve to come by the house and make a fuss about me being a cheating whore.

Playtime was over with him and the bullshit. While filing for divorce and going through paperwork, my attorney found out that my company was a hundred thousand dollars in debt! Pierre not only was drinking ninety going north, but he also had a gambling problem. I had a private investigator do some digging. His monkey ass was at the Rivers and Meadow Casinos twice a damn week. I had to control my damn temper and not beat his entitled ass.

Pierre came from money, but his parents did not just hand him everything on a silver platter. He had to work for it and was rewarded when he did well. That pissed him off because Kenton his older brother had it easy, so he said. Sibling rivalry was a load of bull if you asked me. Glad I did not share both parents with Bam to experience any of the nonsense.

“Dionne you are awfully quiet. Are you denying the affair Pierre speaks of?” The therapist stated, and I just looked at her with the dumb face. This was our third session, and Pierre always ran his damn mouth, never letting me get a word in. I was only here because it was court ordered to finalize our divorce.

“Oh, I can speak now? You want to hear my side of things?” I questioned with so much attitude my lips popped.

Yes, I was being childish, but my patience was gone. I was missing work, which was money I desperately needed now. The twins had a daycare performance that I was also going to miss. The night shift was mine since I was currently missing the daylight one.

“Do you see what I am dealing with no lines of communication?”

“Shut the fuck up you waste of human space; it is my turn to talk. I did not, nor have I ever, been unfaithful to my soon to be ex-husband Dr. Natalie. He is the one who had a young tart at his brothers’ home, with our sons present. I will not apologize for him getting his ass whipped either. He should have learned how to fight since he runs his mouth like a bitch!”

The gasps from both Pierre and the therapist were not shocking at all. I never spoke like this and had said little our last few sessions. Royale was not an issue in my marriage. P was not about to make him one. I had not spoken with or seen him since the birth of Hale Jr. I did hear about his rise to the top of the drug game.

Royale had replaced Hale and the little bit of contact we did have ceased immediately. Ginger would talk about him dropping by and always had a fresh new face with him. I guess the fast lifestyle caught up with him. I wasn’t mad, hell I couldn’t be. He was young with no responsibilities. I had to sort out my marriage, business, and put my life in order. I did miss his text messages throughout the day though.

“Dionne, will you concentrate and bring your attention back to the room. I am the only one trying to save our family here.” I busted out laughing at the line of bull he just spit out his lying mouth.

I looked up to see we still had fifteen minutes left, but I was done. Standing up I grabbed my purse and told the doctor to finish their two-way conversation without me and went out the door. The sun was warm on my face, and it felt good to heat up from the air-conditioned building.

“Dionne wait! Where are you going? I am trying to work through our issues and you-”

“No, your ass worked through our life savings and corporate credit accounts. P there is nothing to save. Let’s just complete these sessions and divide up the company shares.” I was begging him to let me go.

Pierre was holding on for the wrong reasons. His father was highly upset I filed for divorce and not his son. Kenton Sr. was an old-fashioned jackass in every sense of the word. He strongly believed a woman belonged in the house barefoot, pregnant and uneducated. Divorce was never an option and it was the man who better be leaving his wife because she could not perform her duties adequately.

Pierre was a failure because he chose a woman that was educated, headstrong, and business savvy. Kenton Sr never spoke on his beliefs to me in person. I overheard the phone calls with him and P over the years. P always defended me and never backed down. One of the reasons why I loved him so much. The man was gone now, Pierre was a shell of his former self.

“Oh okay. This is all about money now?” I shook my head and walked toward my truck. There was no use explaining it to him because he would never see it my way. I checked my phone to see a few messages from Barbara my company secretary. She rarely bothered me off the clock unless there was a complaint.

I did not need any more clients dropping our services. Pierre’s actions were so public the word was spreading that my business was full of drunks and unreliable workers. I decided to return her call via Bluetooth. “Hello, Barbara is there a problem?”

“No Mrs. Jenkins a VIP client called and wanted to speak with you directly about getting services.” I was excited due to needing the money to pull my business out the red but intrigued also. No one ever wanted to speak with me personally prior to getting their buildings cleaned. Barbara gave me the number. I dialed it while connecting the Bluetooth to the truck to my truck. The receiver picked up in two rings.

“Club Steel how can I help you?” I chuckled at the unmistakable voice. “Hale you told my assistant you were a VIP client huh?”

He started laughing, and a harsh choke followed behind. I assumed he was smoking on some form of weed given the hoarseness when he tried to speak.

“Cousin D what up baby how you been?” Hale and I had a very rocky start when he was introduced to Ginger’s life.

I was very skeptical of him due to his lifestyle and past with Ja’Cola. Then his gunning for my brother was a whole other scenario. I made peace with him for the sake of Ginger and our relationship. He was her fiancée and now father to her son, not much I could do.

I did not spend much time around him to keep my mouth in check. He did extend an olive branch to me when I visited their home. He would make small talk about the kids and inquire about my business. I applauded his efforts because he was a foul nigga. My mouth is bad, but his was much worse. I guess the love of a good woman can soften the toughest of men.

“I am just fine. You need your club cleaned? I thought you went with the competition.” I always kept an eye on my competitors’ ads, what services they offered and specials.

“I did until shit started coming up missing. I don’t take too kindly to muthafuckas stealing my supplies and equipment. To keep from bodying a whole company, I decided to go with your company. You came highly recommended from a mutual acquaintance.”

I was going to fuck Ginger up for talking about me to her man. She was the only one privy to my financial distress. I was not about to turn down good money. We talked pricing services and other details. Hale’s venue was not large as a five-story office building, but it would need deep cleaned like a medical facility.

Nightclubs always had vomit, alcohol and bodily fluids all over the place at the end of each night. Hale wanted my team to start right away. I had to pull together my best workers in three days.

The buildings on my roster for the next few days would be fine with my regular workers, and the half-assed teens. Pierre always wanted to hire younger people because we could pay them less. I had no problem paying top salary to seasoned professionals if they could prove their skills.

I got a small headache just thinking about the splitting up of the company. Everything was in both our names. Pierre was asking for stock shares, and a lump sum of cash. He no longer wanted to work with our employees, just to oversee them.

This is not how we did business and not about to start. I could not buy him out with the debt hanging over both our heads. For now, we were stuck in a damn rut. Part of me strongly believed that his ass had all this planned out for years.

I pushed down on the gas pedal and made my way home to change into my uniform. This day was shitty, and I knew there were more coming from Pierre. He was not going to make my life easy all once we were no longer connected.

Pierre’s POV.

Dionne was out her rabbit ass mind if she thought this marriage was over. I gave her ghetto ass everything she ever wanted. All I asked in return was for sons, a hot meal, and my dick sucked on the regular. Don’t get it twisted I loved my wife and our sons, even though biologically they were not mine. Dionne had changed over the years; she was obsessed with having a baby.

My father belittled me for not keeping her on a leash early in our relationship. He wanted to disown me when he found out we used a sperm donor to create the boys. I was the ultimate fuck up in his eyes for choosing a smart woman; strike one. Strike two not being able to reproduce and losing the same woman.

Kenton Sr. was not the father of the year, but he did love the boys regardless of their true DNA. I think he accepted the boys because my brother had not planted his perfect seeds in the world. Kenton Jr always said he loved being free from the responsibility of children. He and his wife Michelle were the partying types that never had a dull moment. The life I wanted for me and D. She wanted to be a damn parent so bad.

Dionne had a mouth on her, and was always so damn independent. An original feature that made me fall for her. I did not want a woman like my mother, kept and always followed the man’s orders. As time went on, I got tired of feeling less of a man in our relationship and our business.

Dionne had single-handedly doubled our business within six months, from networking and advertisements. I thought giving her kids would slow her down and she would stay at home. Let me lead and be the man, while she enjoyed motherhood. The wrong move, she was more determined to be a success.

I started drinking as a coping mechanism. Nothing major, just a few at the end of each workday. I began going to the casinos for drinks once Dionne began complaining about it at home. The gambling was an after effect of getting drunk, blackjack became my best friend. Time would get away from me as the dealer continued to reshuffle the cards.

Before I knew it, I would be pissy drunk, flirting, and throwing money away like it was toilet paper. I had it under control until one night I slipped up and fucked a cocktail waitress in the hotel room. The disgusted feeling that I felt afterward was something I had never felt before. My marriage was in trouble, but the physical was never an issue. Dionne was a monster in the sack and always satisfied my needs.

Like the idiot I am, I went to my father for advice, and he laughed his ass off. He called me a simpleton for feeling bad. He said all husbands cheated, there was a right and a wrong way to do it. What the fuck type of logic was that? My father gave me a few family tips on how to run a household, mistresses and money woes.

I started spending more time at the casino and the racetrack. I always found my way into the bed of a young nubile woman. Someone who had no prospects for the future. I felt alive again and needed for the first time in a while.

I brought the girl to my brothers’ house as a warning to my wife. I wanted Dionne to get her act together and fast. A jealous woman will get her shit together if she saw her man moving on, so I was told. She was pissed, and things were going in my favor until the young punk showed up. I had not been in a fight since my teenage years.

I was caught off guard and shocked a grown ass boy wanted to ‘throw the hands’ as the kids put it. People did not fight like animals in the street anymore. I did a background check on him only to discover he was Royale Rollins, raised by his grandmother and an upcoming drug dealer.

Dionne was free to be a divorced single mom who shared custody with me all she wanted. Only when I was ready to let her bony behind go, and not a damn day before! Her ass was not about to make me look like a fool by finding love with a young thug, getting remarried and raising my damn sons.

I put in too much time, energy and suffered at the hands of my father’s ridicule. To let her find love and be great with the next man was not an option. This divorce was not going to happen, her skinny ass would die first. I hopped in my truck and pulled off.

Dionne was headed to work, and I was headed to get some pussy. Vonda had texted my phone all throughout the therapy session. The pictures were of her fucking a vibrator, had my dick bricked up at the site of it. My marital issues were not going to get solved today. Shit, why not go blow off some steam?

***

“Ugh yes, P Daddy work this pussy baby! Oohh.” I was balls deep in Vonda’s treasure cove. Her ankles were touching that pretty weave on her head, while I banged those walls out.

Vonda’s insides were leaking that gushy shit. I was loving it raw dog and all. I stopped and had a few drinks before my arrival. When she opened the door in nothing but a pair of red heels, my drunken state gave me an extra lift in my boxers.

“I’m cumming Aaahh!” A waterfall of her sweet juices coated my shaft. I was right behind her dumping my seeds into her. Reality hit after my orgasm induced high wore off. I had unprotected sex with a woman I had only met three times. This shit could not be happening. Dionne would never forgive me if I brought a baby home.

I immediately jumped-up yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs. Dionne had one foot out the door, but in time I could convince her to stay. Long as she didn’t know about my wondering dick or a kid popped up. A child with my DNA by another woman would break her heart.

“P baby I don’t understand why you are tripping. You said your wife wants out of your marriage. A baby from your mistress is the perfect way to do that.”

“Mistress? Hoe have you lost your got damn mind? Any mistress of mine will be a woman with class and respect for herself. You met me in a bar a few weeks ago and swallowed my kids after two drinks. You been sending me explicit pictures and videos like we’re longtime lovers. Sweetheart, you are simply a fuck to a man like me.”

Vonda stopped putting her clothes on and walked up on me. I never raised a hand to my wife. I’ll beat this broad’s ass if she swings on me. Nope, she did one better and put a knee to my naked balls. I dropped to one leg and went to speak when she pushed me to the ground.

“Fuck you P! Talk that shit now but when your drunk dumb ass needs a shoulder to cry on, call your selfish wife. Nigga got me fucked up, wasting my damn day off for a lousy fuck unbelievable!”

Vonda went into her adjoining bathroom and slammed the door. I regained my composure and put my clothes on. I needed an ice pack and a beer. Dionne was going to be at work for at least five hours. I could swing past the old house and relax like the old days.

Dionne had the locks changed, fucking hilarious. She used the same company that had did all our original work. I simply called them with a mix-up story. They gave me a key to the new locks. I had been dropping by when she was not there and cleaning up after myself.

This slip up was an eye-opener maybe I should slow down a bit. I had to play nice to get back in Dionne’s good graces. My phone rang, and the number was of someone I was avoiding. I was in deep with my loan shark, and he was looking to collect.

I could not afford to lose Dionne’s stock in the company right now. I made deals that would affect the next two years of our company income. I had faith that our history and some good old-fashioned sex would see us through this dark time. There was no other man in the world who would catch her eye.

***

Royale’s POV.

“I need a bottle of Henny and Ace of Spades sweetheart, thank you.” I said in the ear of the waitress checking me out. Shorty had a fat ass and a nice set of B cups on her. The name tag read Risha, which was ghetto as hell. Her mannerism was on point and was professional for the moment. Risha didn’t jump on my dick automatically, but she was giving me the eye.

I put a hefty tip in the thong that was swallowed up by her round behind. The spot was on fire tonight. Hale was running late as usual. I was overseeing the employees until he got here. Dude was domesticated as hell now, and never got out the crib. Hale was too busy trying to put another baby up in Ginger. I couldn’t knock him for it though. After all, they had been through hell to be together. Keeping her pregnant kept that ass out of trouble.

“Young Yale, what it look like in here tonight homie?” I slapped up with Leif and Sincere as they walked up the steps into the VIP section. These two had settled down also and became family men. Leif had finally claimed Lyric and got her to be a mother figure to his daughter Lay.

Lyric was adamant about not being a mom. I sure as hell could not tell. She had Lay enrolled in ballet class, always had her at the shop, and kept her on point. God rest Precious’ soul and not to speak ill of the dead, but Lay was way better off.

Sincere was still on the payroll as my hitter and silent partner. He showed his face when needed and weighed in when I asked him too. He had been gone a lot lately. I figured he was on vacation with Pebbles. She was slimming down and never around that much anymore.

I am not sure what that was about, the vibe was off with them. BJ was my little homie, I kicked it with him when I could. He went to school with my baby cousins. Madden tournaments were always on and cracking when I had downtime.

“It’s off the chain, my nigga! Yo, the pussy is on display like fine China in this bitch tonight.”

“Dig this little nigga got the crown and a little bit of cash. He is acting like Nino Brown and shit. Go head out here and catch the clap youngin.” Leif said, and we all busted out laughing at his stupid ass. He stayed trying bust my bubble, but it was all good.

These fools kept my ego from being over inflated. The street game was a lot by itself. Being handed the crown of a well-running operation was so much more. I have grown and changed a lot over the past couple months, and everybody took notice.

“Thank you, Risha. Mm-mm that’s a fine piece of ass.” Leif said taking the bottles and glasses from her. He gave her the once over and licked his lips. Sin shook his head and started laughing at the display of ogling. Leif was a fool he cleared his throat raising the shot glass.

“Aight hold them up to the crew- H bone my nigga get in here. The fuck you late again for, changing diapers.” Leif was a whole mess for that comment. Hale flipped him off walking out of his private elevator toward us. Sin passed him a full glass. Leif continued his toast to my successful reign and their retirement. We clinked glasses and threw them back.

***

I was slumped in the booth fucked up off that Henny. We was drinking all night. I hit the dance floor with so many bitches I lost count. I popped two pills also, which probably was the wrong move. My dick was on brick mode, and Risha was getting off soon. I planned on fucking her right in my car then putting her out.

I watched her all night, and she was flirting letting niggas feel her up for tips. That shit turned me all the way off. Had me second guess busting that thing open. I don’t knock nobody’s hustle. She might as well go across the street and take her clothes off for some real cash.

“Yale you are tore down Bruh, but it’s cool the boss needs a night off too. Yo, I am out Ginger blowing my damn phone up about Dairy Queen. I swear she knocked up again. Can you hang out for a minute to let the new cleaning crew in?”

Hale’s voice was intensely loud. I just nodded my head so he would shut the fuck up. He threw the keys at me and proceeded down the steps. I popped the top on my water bottle and guzzled it down. I stood up staggering and walked over to the elevator.

There was no way I was going down the spiral staircase to bust my ass. The elevator dinged, and I got off as the employee doorbell buzzed. I walked over and briefly looked at the screen. A crew of five people so I unlocked the door and was staring at Dionne.

The MILF was looking damn good to be in a uniform jumper. I had stopped hitting her up after knocking her husband out. My grand raise scolded me about messing around with a marriage. G-raise was my heart, I told her everything. She said those who are truly unhappy will leave on their own accord.

I took all that in but still wanted to tap the experienced pussy. Once I got to working she became a distant memory, with pussy and money in my face all the time. There were times I would think about her if I was at Hale’s crib or at Walmart.

“Well, are you going to let us in or do you need photo identification badges?” Dionne asked with a little more attitude than I expected. I shook my head and moved over to let them in. The workers filed in and surveyed the area.

Dionne shook her head and began talking to herself then addressed the crew. She gave them all a location to start at and a time frame to have each task done. Baby was on point and all business. Once they all disbursed, she turned her attention to me.

“Is Hale around, I have a few questions for him?” Dionne said with her hands placed on those small hips she owned. I was checking her out heavily and did not comprehend a word out that cute mouth of hers. She gave me a disgusted look and caught on to my inebriated state and repeated herself.

“Na Ma, he gone for tonight. I am all you got so you can address those concerns with me beautiful.” Dionne sucked her teeth and picked up a clipboard that she placed on the table earlier. She began with a series of questions regarding cleaning products that she supplied or if he already had them on site. I had no idea what the fuck she was rambling about, and hoped she would talk to H about it later. A voice from behind me stopped her rant.

“Yale I am ready to go.” Risha said from behind me. I saw a small twitch in Dionne’s eye. I know damn well she was not jealous. This woman had a whole husband at home. I put my finger up to tell her to hold on and turned around. Risha had changed into a pair of spandex shorts and a cut off shirt.

The smell of Dial soap and Japanese Cherry Blossom perfume invaded my nostrils. This girl washed her ass and put on some fresh low budget spray. The hard-on I had for her had long gone now. She either got some dick already, or was musty as hell from waitressing, either way, I was uninterested.

“Change of plans love I got to stay and lock up for Hale, but we can definitely take a rain check.”

“Okay well here take my number.” Risha reached for my phone, and I pulled my hand back from her. No female was ever allowed in my damn phone. I pulled a crumpled receipt from my pocket and patted myself down for a pen.

“Here.” Dionne cleared her throat and handed me her red ballpoint pen.

I took it from her hand and gave it to Risha. She jotted the number down quickly and kissed the paper, folding it and tried to slide it in my pocket. I eased back and took it from her hand. I didn’t want her touching me in front of Dionne.

No, she was not my girl, but I did have some type of feelings for her. Risha walked off, and I turned my attention back to Dionne. She had put on plastic gloves and was headed to the bar. The way her hips swayed screamed attitude, that shit had my dick slowly rising again.

“Come on now MILF I know you are not tripping off that Ma.” I yelled over to her, and she did not give me a response. I hopped up on the bar stool and watched her wipe it down with a powerful solvent. The smell had my head spinning more than it already was. A crew member walked over with a bucket full of bleach.

Soon as the scents hit my nose vomit erupted from my mouth. I quickly bent over the stool and emptied the contents of my stomach out. All my internal organs were on fire. The aftertaste in my mouth was metallic as all hell.

“You will be cleaning that mess up yourself Royale. The club has been closed. Bobby leave the bucket right next to his simple ass.”

I laughed while continuing to give up my soul to the dance floor. Dionne continued to go in on my lightweight drinking status. She had no idea that I had popped pills, smoked weed, and drank. No one other than Diana knew about my pill habit, it was something I did not speak on. The last bit of vomit left my mouth, and a pile of napkins, hand sanitizer, and wet ones was sitting in front of me.

“Gee thanks, mom.” I smartly said to Dionne, and she rolled her eyes.

“You are welcome little boy. Would you like a blanket and pacifier as well.”

“Boy? Nah, Bae, you got me confused with the lame dude you married. I am all man, and if you act right, I’ll show you just how good I truly am.”

Shut her smart mouth up quick and continued to clean. I pulled my jersey and tank top over my head and threw them on to a chair. My body was sweaty as hell now. I caught a second wind with my stomach clear. I leaned over to wring the mop out and stretched, cracking all my upper body muscles. The girl sweeping down the steps was licking her lips watching me. I winked at her and blew a kiss her way.

“Chelle, I don’t pay you to eye fuck thugs!” Dionne said, and I started to laugh and began mopping the floor. I caught her high and mighty ass peeping me out when I pulled my shirt off. Dionne could play hard to get all she wanted. I was not going to chase her mean ass. I was going to fuck eventually.

Everyone continued to work in silence and occasionally speaking about the task at hand. I was thoroughly impressed with her work ethic. She did the hard labor with her employees, and demanded they clean up to her standards. Most bosses just barked orders and stood around watching. The club was spotless by 4am, and I was dog ass tired.

The crew filed out into the work van, and Dionne bid them a safe ride home. She turned around and ripped a slip from her clipboard. An itemized bill and the price was damn high. Glad I didn’t have to pay it though. I asked how she got here, seeing as her company vehicle was gone.

Dionne flashed me a smile and jiggled her SUV keys in my face. I walked out to the parking lot and told her to be safe. Watching her drive off, I knew damn well I was not going to be able to stay away. There was something about her that needed to be discovered.

A honking horn grabbed my attention, and it belonged to a beat-up Chevy Cavalier. The driver got out, and it was Risha. The hoe waited outside all these hours for me to emerge. She walked over and ran her hands down my bare chest.

Shit why not bust off a nut, I ain’t have shit else to do. I hit the locks on my BMW that was parked in a VIP spot, and her face lit up like Christmas morning. Thots were all the same, quick to open they legs in a luxury vehicle.