Page 62 of Street Heiress 3
“Ion know, Dolo. You like to be funny with the skinny jokes, but when I got dressed this evening, I had to struggle a little bit to get these jeans to go over my ass,” I said, turning my headin his direction, wanting him to see the seriousness on my face. When I said that to him, I watched him as he laughed.
“Stand up. Let me see that shit,” was his response.
Feeding into his bullshit, knowing damn well that it didn’t take me any kind of struggle to put on these jeans this evening, I went ahead, and I stood up from my seat. We were sitting kind of ducked off in the restaurant, far away from the rest of the crowd. Dolo told me that when he made the reservations, he asked if we could get some kind of private dining experience. Of course, it came with an added charge, but he willingly paid for it.
Since that was the case, when I removed the cloth napkin that was resting in my lap as I was eating, so that I could stand, no one else in the restaurant would be able to see me.
Dolo looked up at me, and you could see the appreciation in his eyes. I did look good tonight. The layers that my mom placed in my hair were still fresh with curls. That was the case because before I left my mom’s salon earlier, she had me sit back in her chair, so that she could pin my hair up. Because I knew that my man was taking me on a date tonight, I wanted to have a soft glam done to my face. Nothing too heavy because I couldn’t stand a heavy make-up look.
Ari knew how to do make-up really good, so since she was off from working at the club tonight, she was able to come over, and do that soft make-up look for me. Really just a little concealer under my eyes, some eye shadow, bronzer, and a little blush, and highlighter. My natural eye lashes were already so long, so she didn’t have to do anything there. She knew that I wasn’t the biggest fan of lipstick, so she only lined my lips, and added gloss.
She cleaned my brows up a little bit and filled them too. When Ari did the look, she walked me through it step by step, so that I could learn how to do it on my own.
To go along with the pretty soft glam look, I decided to match my man, and wear all black as well. Since I knew he was takingme to a nice spot tonight, I decided to go with a black pair of skinny jeans. The jeans were brand new. They really fit me like a glove and had my ass looking a little plump. I paired it with a long sleeve cropped mesh blouse. The blouse had to tie at the front, and without wearing a bra, you were able to see how pretty my titties sat up in it.
I was even wearing heels tonight. YSL heels at that, that my man bought me awhile back, but tonight was my first time wearing them. Diamonds were dripping around my neck, ears, and wrist. My YSL purse was resting on the seat. Tonight was one of those nights where you could smell the money on me, and Dolo.
“I see it baby. I see all two pounds of that shit,” Dolo joked, reaching his hands up, and like my ass was so huge, he held onto it with both hands, carrying it as if it was spilling out of his hands.
He kissed me on the side of my waist that was exposed, and then I lowered myself back in the chair.
I kissed his lips, and we went ahead, and finished with our food. I ordered so much, but didn’t end up eating half of it, so when the waitress came over, she attempted to take it, so that she could box it up, but I stopped her.
“Can you box it up right here?” I asked her, and that was the PTSD coming out.
When you’ve been poisoned and had to endure what it felt like after someone slipped some shit in your food, it caused you to be very mindful of the way you moved. I came home from jail and went months without really eating. I was too afraid to. Dolo and I just started going on dinner dates because back then, it was usually him that would order food, and eat all of it, while I would just pick over on mine. Thankfully, I had grown out of that, but I was still hesitant with certain things at times. For example, Icouldn’t let her leave, take all my food to the back, and pack it up for me. I had to see her stand right here and do it.
“That’s fine. I’ll do it here. Would you two like anything for dessert?” she asked.
I responded back, letting her know that I didn’t, but of course Dolo’s ass had to put an order in. He ordered the chocolate soufflé, with vanilla ice cream on the side. His ass could eat you out of a home, which is the reason I had to get in the kitchen, and learn how to cook. I’m not going to sit here, and act like I was the best cook in the world, but I could do a little something. I was still in the process of getting lessons from my mom, Ari, and my grandma. Like I said, his mom was helping me too. I was going to be a professional one day.
Eventually, the waitress made it back, so that she could pack my food up. I thanked her for it, and it wasn’t long before she was coming back over, placing the dessert on the table. Dolo tried to offer some to me, but I was stuffed, so I just sat back in my chair, watching him as he ate, and he watched me watch him as he ate. I think we couldn’t hide our level of obsession towards each other.
“What’s this top called? I like it,” he said to me, reaching his hand over, so that he could hold onto the string that was tied to the front of the blouse.
“I don’t know. I saw it at the boutique, and thought it was cute,” I let him know.
“You don’t have a bra on,” he took notice.
“I don’t,” I let him know.
“Let me see,” I already knew that was coming. I could see it in his eyes that he was getting ready to ask for that.
“No, Dominique. Hurry up, so you can ask for the check, and we can go,” I said, trying to change the subject.
“Damn. We ducked off in the cut. Nobody back here but me, and you. I can’t see no titties?” he asked, and the way he asked it, made me laugh.
“You can see them when we get home, or I’ll show them to you in the car,” I had a response for him.
“Just untie your top and show them to me for like five seconds. Just give me a preview of what’s waiting for me when we get back home,” he had a way with his words.
He always did. That’s why I was this freak for him that I didn’t even know I could be. He had me doing all kinds of nasty shit with him in the bedroom.
I looked around, just to make sure that people weren’t paying us any attention. Once I was sure of it, and sure that the waitress wasn’t coming back over any time soon, I quickly untied my top, and my breast were exposed for him, and him only.
I watched this man as he took the whipped cream that was on top of his ice cream, placed a little bit on each breast, and he leaned his head in, so that he could slowly lick it off. He sucked on each breast for about five seconds, pulled away, so that he could hold them in his hands, bounce them, kiss me on my neck, and afterwards, he covered me back up, tying the shirt back.
That shit me turned on, and fat ma was in my jeans barking up a storm. So much so that I had to cross my legs. Dolo knew exactly why I crossed my legs like that, so he laughed, hurried with his dessert, and as the waitress was coming over, he dug inside his pocket, and pulled out a bankroll. He pulled off big bills, covering the tab, and her tip was just as big.
