Page 128 of The Ninth

The rest of the lights in the club dimmed. Bonnie by Tink started blasting throughout every speaker. My bitch Tati, I’ma love you forever! She knows I told her this was the song playing when Kenzo and I had sex for the first time. When I lost my virginity to him. He knows what this song means between us, even if it’s corny and young-minded. It was a cute reminder.

Letting out a deep breath, I said fuck it. I’m caught. He said dance and if I do anything but, he’s going to show his ass in Ben’s club.

My hands lifted the tank top over my head. I threw it and the thong to the side. The stack of money that was tucked inside of them fell to the ground. For the first time ever, I was butt naked in The Ninth. Something that would only ever happen for one man, and one man only.

Bonnie by Tink

I think I met a real nigga...

Looking up the pole, I jumped up, catching myself with my hands. I felt his eyes trailing all over my fame as I made it to the top. Hooking the pole with my left leg, I stretched the other behind my head. Both hands held my foot as I twirled down in a bow and arrow position. My left hand gripped the pole as I swung my body out, letting it fly around in quick circles. I made sure to hit the splits so he could remember how fat my ass was.

I give him what the streets can’t...

Holding onto the pole with both hands, I spun around it with my body perfectly vertical. My thighs turned in and out quickly, causing my ass to shake violently.

Fluidly, I twisted so my back was against the pole and right hand above my head, gripping on. My left foot went above my head as well while I slid down. I ran my left hand down the back of my thigh until it got to my pussy. He watched it slowly slide down the entire time.

I’ll be your Bonnie...

Once my feet touched the stage, I crouched down, ducking my head to the ground. Slowly, my hips rose until I was bent over in the deepest arch this nigga den ever seen. Flipping my hair over, I looked back at him as I wagged my ass in the air. His eyes watched my shape move from side to side, always keeping up. Always focused.

Dropping down into a squat, I started thrusting my pussy towards the pole in sexy, hard motions. My hand ran over my chest, hips, and across my ass. He loves when I touch myself.

Placing both of my hands on the pole, I used my upper body strength to pick my body up and twist it above the ground. My hair dusted the stage as I was now hanging upside down in the splits. I finished the clockwise motion, landing in the splits on the stage and bouncing my ass against it repeatedly.

Cause I’m gonna be your wife, nigga...

Sliding my feet together, I came to a standing position. I sexily strutted around the pole, holding eye contact with him the entire time. Soon, instead of walking on the ground, I grabbed onto the pole, walking on the air. I took a deep breath, knowing the song will be ending soon. Inching my way to the top, I pumped myself up.

Do your biggest, bitch.

Splits on the ceiling, ass shaking, hanging upside down, spinning and letting go before catching myself, clapping my heels together in a handstand. I threw every single trick that was both sexy and talented, putting on my true finale.

As the song slowly begun fading out, I climbed to the very top. Again, I slid down the front of the pole with my back against it, hanging on with one hand. This time, I was sliding fast.

Breathing in, I let go. My body sped up, dropping straight down even quicker. Being the man that loves me the most, he jumped forward, sitting up quickly. But before I could crash to the ground? My knees caught the pole, stopping me. My breath fogged up the floor as my face stopped centimeters away from smacking it. It was a trick that Liv banned because it was too dangerous. A trick only for the real.

There was a slight break in the music. I knew another song was coming, so I slowly lowered myself to the floor, preparing for the next one.

Instead, he spoke again before the track could even play,

“Come here.”

Complicated by Nivea

Even though my stomach was in knots, I stood immediately. Obediently. Complicated by Nivea started blasting. Another alley-oop by my sista.

My feet slowly carried me to my man. My heart. The love of my life. I felt ashamed and embarrassed to be in this position in front of him. I was terrified of what he would say to me. But I also felt overwhelmed. Emotional. Relieved. Anxious. My fucking baby is here....What the fuck?

His eyes were on mine even though mine were lowered. As I got to the edge of the table, he yanked his shirt off above his head. In one swift movement, he yanked his pants and boxers down. That beautiful ass, light brown dick sprung out. That shit almost brought me to tears, G. The biggest I’ve seen. The biggest I’ve had. Straight and beautiful. A long line of pre-nut hung from his tip, down to his boxers. I finally made eye contact with him as I stood between his knees.

He reached forward, grabbing my hand and spinning me around. Yanking on my arm, I fell backwards onto his chest. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I slid down my man’s body and onto his lap. The smell of him was overwhelming. Being on him was too much. I couldn’t help the tears that came from my eyes or the words that left my mouth,

“Kenzo...I fucking love you, Papa,” I groaned out almost as if I was in pain.

“I know you do, Crybaby.”

His voice this real in my ear sent shivers down my spine. His arms wrapped around my stomach, sliding me up his chest. A sigh of relief, safety, and comfort left my lips as he kissed my tears away. Kenzo slid his lips to my ear, breathing against it softly.