URBAN: Chosen By A Kingpin (25 page)

“I really don’t know yet.”

“Are you guys going to hurt her?” Giselle asked. Lionel once again was quiet. He shook his head.

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” She scoffed. “How can you not be sure?” She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t feel sorry for her.” Lionel started speaking slowly. “You have to remember that this is a girl that pointed out my friend and basically almost got him killed.”

“Right.” She breathed in. “I just don’t want to have to get naked.”

“Try to stall.”

“I’ll just ask Janine to help me out with that.”

“Good. But you have to remember you can’t tell anyone what you’re doing there.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes. He looked over at her and saw how nervous she was.

“Can you do this?” He held her hand. “If you can’t, then that’s cool. We’ll find a way to get to her.”

“No I can.”

They kept walking hand-in-hand down the streets of Brooklyn. Lionel started telling her stories of him and Antwon running the streets.

“So once we decided to ditch school and go see a baseball game at Yankee Stadium…”

“Oh I would love to go there.” Giselle’s eyes opened wide.

“I’ll take you there.” He assured her while holding her hand. “But Antwon and I ditched school and tried to go to the Yankee Stadium. So imagine two kids from junior high school on the train. Everyone was staring at us and we thought we were lucky to even make it out of the school. We get all the way to Yankee Stadium and there is no games. There isn’t a game or an event. I don’t know why we didn’t really think it out, but we were so pissed. Just when we were about to leave, we bumped into Derek Jeter.”

“Is he somebody important?”

Lionel looked at her like she was crazy but she just smiled. He found himself laughing. He felt so comfortable around her. Giselle had such an open spirit despite everything that happened to her.

“You know what we should do?” His eyes got brighter. “I think we should have a date.”

“A date?” Suddenly she felt nervous.

“Yeah a real date.”

“But we’ve been out before.”

“That club shit don’t count. I think we should have a real date. I should show you my town, my city, my Brooklyn.”

“I’ve gotten a tour before.”

“Come on.” He sighed. “Wait, I know what I did wrong.”

“What is it?”

Lionel smiled and stopped them both in their tracks. Giselle looked around the street. She wasn’t sure what was going on. Lionel took her hand softly, kissed it, and rubbed on its back.

“Ms. Giselle, may I please have the honor on taking you out on a date, tonight?” His smile was wider and his eyes glowed bright on this night. Giselle felt herself smiling back. Lionel was such a gentleman when he wanted to be.

“Of course.”

The low lights and flickering candles told the story before they even stepped in, this night was about romance. Lionel slipped some money to the hostess so that they can have a private corner in the restaurant. They made their way over there. Giselle was so flattered. The place was sexy and the live lounge singer, just capped everything off. The waitress came over and he bribed her so that they could have a bottle of champagne. He wanted everything to be perfect, even if the date was last minute.

“This is so great.” She beamed. Lionel was stuck looking into her eyes. It was being lit up by the flickering candles. She stared at him as well. When the candle light showed his smile, she felt herself get warm all over.

“I should have done this a long time ago.”

“It’s okay.”

“We never really got the chance to go out on a date.”

“Well with everything that happened all at once.” She went on. “But that’s how life has been for me lately. It’s usually one thing right after the other.” She looked back in his eyes. “But I’m happy for this. I’m happy for the right here and right now.”

They went over the menu and then chose what they wanted to eat. The lounge singer’s smooth voice made the evening even better. Giselle finished her second glass of champagne. Lionel held her hand and when she squeezed it, he knew he wanted to take her away. Just looking at her, made him want her more. She was beautiful before, but the slight makeover made her just a little bit more sexy. It was the look in her eyes as she gazed at him.

“You want to go to the hotel?” She suggested and his eyes opened wide.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “You’re not drunk, are you?” He never wanted to ever take advantage of her. If he was going to have sex with her, she had to be in the right frame of mind; period.

“I’m fine.” She told him. She saw the worry look on his face and she chuckled. “Lionel, I’m sober.”

Then let’s go.”

They hailed a cab as soon as they left the restaurant. Once he told the driver the directions to the hotel, they started going at each other. He kissed her and grabbed her waist. He pulled her close. She started to kiss his neck, chin, and anywhere she could get her lips on. She was so turned on by him. After she got a taste of him the last time, she’d been curious for more, but everything was getting in the way. Now that she got the chance to have him alone, she wasn’t going to let it slip by her.

She started to straddle him. It was a tight fit but she didn’t care. She could feel how hard he was and it just enticed her even more. He grabbed her bottom and squeezed. She moaned in his ear and it made him even more erect. She rolled her hips and started kissing him even more passionately. He kissed her chest and just when he was about to kiss lower, the cab stopped.

“We’re here.”

They barely made it to the hotel room. They were making out all over the elevator. He pushed her into a corner and she wrapped a leg around him. He grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her deeply. she ran her hands up and down his back. Their breathing was in sync. The passion between them was so evident. When the elevator arrived at their floor, they were bouncing off the wall kissing each other. She was taking the jacket off of him while he put the card in the slot. When they finally got into the room, it had barely begun.

She kicked off her shoes and frantically started to unzip her dress. She couldn’t reach the zipper but Lionel came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck softly. He unzipped her dress slowly. It fell to the floor and he touched her gently. It was almost as if he thought that he could break her. He held her like something delicate. He kissed all the way down her back and then towards the top again. He spun her around and kissed her on the lips. She was taken by surprise, but she was loving it.

“You’re really taking your time.” She whispered.

“I don’t want to rush this.”

“You didn’t the last time.”

“I just want to savor this.”

He picked her up and brought her to the bed. He placed her down and opened her legs. He pulled off her underwear and threw it behind him. She looked at him and bit her lips in anticipation. He slid his finger inside her. She was warm and moist. He went in and out as she moved around. She was squirming with pleasure. He felt her get more and more moist. She started moving to the rhythm of his fingers. She rolled her hips, bit her lips, and then started to move away. She couldn’t take all of the pleasure.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere.” He chuckled pulling her all the way back. “Where are you going?” He started to put two fingers inside of her, but she squirmed again. He licked his fingers and when he taster her, he couldn’t resist pressing his lips close to hers. He licked her inner folds delicately and slowly. She wriggled side to side, so he held her down and pressed his tongue firmly against her clit. She sighed and started to jerk around on his face. She grabbed on to his head and started to lunge. He wiggled his head side to side; his tongue brushing against her love button, she groaned out loud. She was trying to hold out but she could feel her chest getting tighter, her bottom trembling, and she was having a hard time breathing.

When she climaxed, he smiled to himself. He got on the bed with her. He was still clothed. He kicked off his shoes and then his pants. He threw off his shirt and lied down on the bed. She straddled him again. He reached up and cupped her breasts. He started to play with her nipples. She smiled and when she felt how hard he was, she moved to the side, and started to put him in. She was still extremely tight as she was before. He blew out from his mouth. He helped her down gently.

“How do I do this again?” She teased. She moved her hips slowly. “Oh yeah. I think it was something like this.” She started to bounce up and down but she had to take her time, she was still getting use to his thickness. She knew that he was opening her up, but she was still very much new to this. As she moved up and down, she had to grab on to the headboard for leverage. It helped her move more. She could wind her hips, throw it up and down, and move it in circular motions. When she felt him hold on to her, she moved faster.

“Oh shit.” He cursed. He closed his eyes. He could feel every inch of her. She was panting and moaning. When they locked eyes, time slowed down for awhile. It was just only them two in the whole world. He reached up and brought her body down. He pumped into her quickly. She fell against him with him still moving in and out of him. She was screaming in his ear and it just fueled him even more. He held on to her waist, pumped her more, and they both groaned out loud. She climaxed first and after a few more movements, he came right after.

“Okay, so on the first day on your job you want to make sure that you’re doing all that you can to get the money out of the hands of these dudes.” Janine was going over some basic rules with Giselle. She had been so sweet with Giselle, which put Giselle more at ease. The other strippers were basically shutting her out, but Janine even explained that. She told her that any newbie got treated as if they had some sort of disease.

“Eva,” She called Giselle by her fake name, “You have to look at it through their eyes. Every new girl is just someone else that could take away their money.”

“But I’m not an enemy.”

“You kinda are.”

“Why aren’t you treating me like an enemy?”

“Because I know what it’s like to be new to a job. I just started this about six months ago.”

“Wow. What made you start this?”

Giselle looked at Janine. She could tell that Janine was thinking about her answer. She thought it was a relatively easy question. She waited for Janine’s answer.

“I just needed some money.” She said blankly looking at nothing. Giselle nodded her head but she could sense a darkness in her answer. Janine was still staring off into space but once she noticed that Giselle was looking at her she snapped out of it. “Should we talk about makeup?” She was immediately bubbly. Giselle knew it was her way of covering her feelings, but she played along anyway.

Janine put makeup on Giselle’s face. It wasn’t as heavy as it was the day she was auditioning for the position. The makeup that Janine put on made it look like she wasn’t wearing makeup at all. It looked so natural on her. The makeup only enhanced her features and beauty.

“You’re so good at this.” Giselle was in awe.

“Thank you.”

“No, I mean it.” Giselle leaned in at the mirror. She couldn't believe how she looked. She looked like a more distinguished version of herself. “This….” She couldn’t grasp at the words.

“I know what you’re trying to say. You’re trying to say that you look nothing like a stripper.”

“I really don’t!” She smiled. “No offense, Janine.”

“None taken. But that’s the dream though. You get the most money if you don’t look like a whore but act like one.”

“You should really do makeup professionally.”

“I thought about it. I would really love to.”

“You should! You’re really good at it.”

“Eh…” She shrugged her shoulders, but not enthusiastically.

“But they have classes for it and with the internet, there is so much that you can do. You can even give tutorials online. You should do it.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

Before she could answer, two strippers walked in with bags and bags of money. One started counting by the floor and the other by her locker. Giselle’s eyes opened wide. She’d never seen that much money. Sure, she’s seen her father’s paychecks, and bank statements, but she never saw it in front of her in bills. She turned to tell Janine about her shock, but when she looked at her, she saw something weird. Janine was staring as well, but she was looking as if she wanted the money. It was a look of wonder, but of intense thought.

“Are you okay?” Giselle snapped in front of her face.

“Oh wow.” Janine was giddy again. “That’s a lot of money girl!” She yelled over to the stripper. “How fast did you have to shake your ass for that?” She joked. The stripper answered back by laughing.

The day continued with Giselle shadowing Janine. She watched her give lap dances, take on the pole, and flirt with guys. She was so sweet and nice to Giselle. When it was time for lunch, she even bought her meal. Giselle felt guilty. She felt that she was taking up all of her time. She wanted to break away, but not only so that Janine could focus solely on her work, so that she could look for the thick beauty with the big beautiful natural afro. It had been three days and she still haven’t been able to spot her. She wanted to ask Janine about the other stripper, but she remembered what Lionel said. She couldn't let anyone know why she was there and who she was looking for.

“Where the fuck is she?” Everyone in the strip club turned around. A tall brown skin man with a shaved off mohawk, walked in. He looked around the whole strip club. Giselle found herself walking away. She saw the man walking towards her and she felt scared. What is this? Could this guy be connected to Antwon and Lionel? Did they find out? Did the stripper with natural hair spot her, told her boyfriend, and came back for Giselle?

“Martin.” Janine walked up to the irate man. “What are you doing?”

“If you would answer your fucking phone, I wouldn’t have to come down here.” He was close to shouting.

“Can you lower your voice?” She requested as sweetly as she could, but still Martin gave her a sour look.