Page 35 of The Ninth

He pulled out a different roll, snapping the rubbed bands off and throwing blue bills all over my bitch body as she slammed her coochie on the stage in the splits. As soon as he unbuckled his pants, I stepped off to the side and out of his view. I didn’t allow my eyes to even look his way. I pulled my shirt up over my titties and shorts out of my ass. No part of me wanted to be a part of his fantasy he was having with T-Nice.

I was damn near out of the section so he couldn’t see me and I couldn’t see him. Instead, I took the roll he gave me out of my titties. I slipped the rubber band off, throwing the entire forty-nine thousand onto Tati.

He was too busy taking care of himself, so he stopped throwing the second roll. That was fine. This one was more than enough. Plus, the bills continuously raining down on my bitch turned her up. Her thighs were spread and she pulled her shit to the side for him. We got him.

“FUCKKKK!” he called out.

I saw his nut shoot all over the table. Tati kept dancing slowly. Once she stood, I knew he was fully dressed.

My ass tossed and turned as I made my way back to him. He chuckled, relighting his cigar. Tati wasted no time scooping that bread up. I poured him two more big shots and then touched his arm.

“You ready?”

“For you?”

“No, boo. To go. Once you get that type of treatment, you gotta get up outta here. We don’t want to drain you dry.”

He cackled, drunk as hell. “Yeah, my OG would hate me for that.”

I quickly snatched the second stack of money up, handing it to him. “Here’s your change. Be safe. Come back and see us.”

“For sure.”

I walked him to the top of the stairs. One look towards Timbo, the security guard, and he made his way to us. The nigga tried to turn back around and come back up. I jumped back as he reached for my shorts. Before he could smile and say whatever dumb ass shit he was going to say, Timbo came and got his ass up out of there. I watched the nigga patting his pockets as he was pushed out. Easy.

Tati was on her knees, drinking that nigga’s bottle. I rushed and helped her fill the bag up with over forty thousand dollars. She grabbed the cleaning supplies out of a compartment under the couch, quickly cleaning the table and pole. I blew her a kiss while carrying her bag down. The hoe was tucked tight under my arm until I handed it off to Kenzie.

“You letting niggas hog up your time, C-Dollas?” someone said in my ear.

I turned and it was Pink’s nigga. “What, you was clocking my time in the section?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know bottles girls came with it.”

“Where yo bitch?”

“Shit, I want to see her on her knees between your legs while I fuck you on my lap.”

“I don’t fuck co-workers and I got a nigga.”

“He ain’t out here,” he stepped forward. I immediately pushed him back.

“He ain’t gotta be out here to defend me and you know that, goofy. I’m done with this conversation and my mind made up. Please get up off me and stop fucking asking or else.”

“You just need some straight’nen. Once I get that pussy on me, I’ma beat it until you fucking listen.”

“Baby! Hey, is everything okay!” Pink asked nervously, running up.

“Nah, bitch! You and your nigga working my last nerve!”

“We just want a taste...” she put her hand on my hip.

Jerking my head, I pulled my hand back, smacking this bitch across her face. He reached for me, but Timbo was already on his heels. He folded his ass up, dragging him out the club. I grabbed Pink by her hair and yanked her ear down to my mouth.

“Bitch, you and your nigga will never know what my pussy even smell like. If he come in this mothafucka again, I’ma have Liv get rid of you, my nigga handle yours, and me and my bitches is gon do you the worst way. You understand me, maggot ass hoe? Let him pimp that used ass pussy out. Not mine. YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?!”

“YEAH, GET OFF OF ME!”

I mugged her head to the floor. She popped up, rushing to the back room as her lil friend followed her. I took my phone out and texted Juan immediately about Pink’s nigga. He assured me that nigga will never be back in here.