Page 58 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

Every inch of her curvy yet toned body that she had absolutely no shame in flaunting.

I had always been taught that women who showed it all were insecure. That they depended on their bodies to take them places that they could never reach with their brain. The woman in front of me was powerful, and I had no doubt that she could get anything she wanted out of life and anyone who crossed her path.

I wanted that. I wanted to command that level of attention so easily.

My attentive eyes followed her as she climbed all the way up the pole, hanging there by just her legs before she came spiraling down, her swinging hair making her look like a helicopter covered in body glitter. By the time her body reached the ground, her legs spread into a split and she twerked on beat with the song.

She was art.

“You want a dance?” she asked as she circled me like prey. Remembering the very limited bit of strip club etiquette that I had, I pulled out my wallet, rummaging through it before coming up with a one-hundred dollar bill.

“I—um. Sorry. I don’t have any singles. I didn’t know we were planning on coming here.”

“This works,” she said, plucking it from between my fingers. The next thing I knew, she was straddling my chair, grinding into my lap.

“Oh…” I went rigid, completely unsure of what to do. She leaned forward, pressing her titties into my chest as she whispered in my ear and continued to dance on me.

“Relax for me, Mamas.” Her voice was calming and she smelled like peaches. I reached into my wallet and gave her another bill, quickly understanding how a man could fall victim to strip club debt. I was glad that I hadn’t taken out more cash because I probably would have given her enough to make a mortgage payment on a mansion.

She smiled, running her tongue over her glossy lips, then stood up straight, gave me a lust filled glance, and turned to walk away. I sat there, plastered to the chair, unable to breathe as I watched her every departing move.

“You know… She’ll eat the pussy for you too, if I ask her nicely.” I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a deep voice growl in my ear. It took a moment for me to realize that it was Brick. I immediately went into panic mode.

“I-I’m sorry! I told her that I was good, but she insisted!” I threw my hands up, praying he didn’t pull a gun on her like he did Draco. She was entirely too pretty to fall victim to a gunshot wound.

“You good, baby.” He gripped my chin and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Come on.”

I stood up, dragging my feet to follow him as he led me off the main floor and to a set of double doors. He put in a code and they opened like an elevator so we could step past. I didn’t say a word, taking in all the details as he led me down a hallway to an office with another keypad. Once the doors opened and we stepped in, I realized it was his office. He led me to his desk and pushed me back to sit on the edge before sitting in his chair in front of me.

“I had no idea you liked girls,” he said, giving me an intrigued stare as his hands rubbed up and down the sides of my thighs.

“Like? No, Brick, I don’t,” I answered quickly, cheeks heating up even more.

“You sure? Because you looked like you were about to nut on yourself through that entire interaction,” he said with a smirk.

“You watched the whole thing?” I asked.

“Who you think sent her over? It took you one time in this bitch to be doin’ exactly what I said,” he teased.

“I don’t know if it’s that I like her… more so the freedom of it all. I’ve never been around women so free to express their sexuality like that,” I admitted. The rush of it all had my panties flooded.

“I see,” he said, hands now gliding over my inner thighs.

He pushed me further back on his desk, spreading my legs. I had on a romper, but it was loose enough on the legs for his hand to slide inside easily. I looked down at him curiously, but kept my legs open in anticipation.

“So, what you’re saying is, you wanna be more open?” he asked as he breached the hem of my panties.

“Y-Yes,” I breathed out, groaning when his thick fingers met my slick lips. He took his time as he ran his thumb up and down my slit before opening me up and pushing two fingers into me. I moaned as he started jerking his hand up and down, instead of the in and out motions that he had done before. I was so wet, and my shorts and his desk were paying the price.

“You got me so fucked up, Peep. I don’t even let women in here. Yet here you are, pretty pussy leaking all over my fuckin’ desk.” My hand slapped down on his shoulder as I surrendered to his pleasure. I could barely focus on his words because he had the room spinning.

“Ooh, shit,” I cried out when he picked up the pace. He smiled the same way he always did when I slipped up and cursed.

“I love when I break you, baby. You gon’ let me break you? Turn you out and let me do whatever I want to this pretty muhfucka?” He asked, voice low and calm while I was almost frantic. He took his other hand and worked his fingers over my now exposed clit, giving me just what I needed.

“Yesss,” I answered. By that point, I feared that man would never hear the word no from me again. It took him less than three minutes to have me on the brink of an orgasm.

“You feel free now?” he asked, fingers going faster than I thought possible and leaving my body to try to catch up.