"Ariyah, hurry up with that damn food. I'm hungry and need my dick sucked!" I yell from the living room couch.

"Okay, baby. I'm almost finished." She yells back.

While I wait for her to finish, I put my feet onto the table and light my blunt; inhaling it and blowing smoke into the air. The higher I get, the more my dick gets hard as I think about Milani's sexy ass. Closing my eyes, I think about last night when I saw her grinding to the music, her harden nipples showing through her shirt. Just the thought of her, almost makes me nut in my draws.

"Oweee I see that dick already hard for me." Ariyah says as she walks into the living room with my plate of food and a glass of wine.

"Hell yeah. Gone suck that shit will I eat." I smirk as I slide my basketball shorts and underwear down to my ankles then put my blunt out.

Ariyah drops to her knees as I eat the dry ass food that she just cooked. Shit so dry, it's makes my tongue burn. While she sucks my dick, I continue eating until it finally starts to feel like something. Don't get me wrong, she can suck dick, but I've had better. Putting my plate down, I decide to spice this moment up by grabbing her head and forcing it further down.

"S-stop. I-it's too big." She complains but I ignore her and start fucking the shit outta her mouth, making all 8 inches hit her throat; causing her to gag.

"Ahh fuck yeah! Suck that shit!" I groan as she tries to move my hands off her head, but I don't let up.

I'm so involved in fucking her mouth that I don't notice she can't breathe until I look down and see her crying. As soon as I let go of her head, she stands up and punches me in my jaw. "Damn girl, you strong enough to hit me, but couldn't get my hands off yo head when you couldn't breathe. My bad. I didn't try to almost kill you."

"Fuck you, Dallas!!! You know I don't like when you touch my head!! You're so damn selfish! You don't give a damn what I say! I hope yo dick fall off!" She yells at me before hitting me again and running upstairs.

Shaking my head, I check my phone and see a message from Brandon, telling me to come outside so we can head out. I don't even know where we're going, but being anywhere is better than here.

Bet. I'll be out there in bout 15 minutes.

Jogging upstairs, I find one of my red jogging suits with the cream colored stripes down the sleeves and legs, get out one of my crisp white tees, and lay it on the bed; putting my Versace shoes on the floor next to it.

"Where you going?" Ariyah asks me, as she steps out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body.

"Out. I'll be back whenever." I shrug as I turn the shower back on, stepping inside and cleaning my body then doing the rest of my hygiene; finishing up and getting dressed.

"So you just gone leave this late, Dallas? Like what the fuck is there to do right now? Ain't nun open this time of night but legs and liquor stores."

"Ariyah, I don't ask you bout your whereabouts so don't be asking me shit. I'm going out with B. Don't wait up and don't be calling my damn phone all night. Just go the fuck to sleep." I say as I grab my wallet and head out.

"Bout damn time nigga. You been in the house getting ready forever like a bitch." Brandon laughs as he speeds off.

"Fuck you, B. You know Ariyah be tripping. Where we going?" I ask as I scroll through messages from my hoes.

"MRDance studio." He shrugs as he passes a lit blunt to me.

Accepting it, I inhale and blow the smoke out the window before speaking, "What the fuck we going to a dance studio for? Nigga, I can't believe I argued with Ariyah to leave the house for a damn dance studio. You tripping for real." I say, passing the blunt back.

"Drummer, you gone thank me for this. Trust me."

"Nigga, I wouldn't even trust you with my dog's life. So tell me wassup and stop being secretive, dumb ass."

"Last night, after I got to the crib, Chanel texted me an address and told me to pull up because she wanted some dick. You know me and you know ian turning down no pussy so I headed over there and it turned out to be Milani's house. When I got there, me and Chanel got naked or whatever after talking for a lil bit and she begged me to fuck her, but I didn't because she started crying. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she passed out. I was tired too so I said fuck it and passed out with her. This morning Milani woke me up and made me hid in the closet. Jarell ass had came over there and was talking shit, even pulled a gun out on Milani and shit. Didn't nun pop off tho' cause Lani talked bad to his ass, embarrassed him and shit. Him and Chanel left, me and Lani just chilled. She told me bout her dance studio and I told her I would come check them out. Look nigga, I know I told you to leave her alone but I think I changed my mind, you should fuck with her. We exchanged numbers cause she cool as hell, but I know she yours, so don't worry Ian gone try shit. Hell, I want Chanel anyways. Lani ain't my type." Brandon explains as he drives crazily on the road until we pull up at the dance studio.

"Well I'll be damn, B. You don't listen to shit a nigga say. I told yo ass to leave Chanel alone. You would've been looking shitty if Jarell found you and shot yo ass. You was just team Ariyah last night so what the hell did Milani say to change yo mind that fast?" I laugh, finishing off the blunt and throwing it out the window.

"Shid you don't know Jarell like you think you do. I'm telling you that nigga wouldn't bust a grape. I know he yo boy, but I think he putting on a show or sum shit. Fuck allat tho. It ain't about what Milani said. It's the way she carries herself. She a bad ass bitch and she knows it. Like I said, Ariyah is a good woman, but she not the one for you. She ain't yo type cause she too damn soft and shit. Lani is the one you need. You ain't met yo match yet, but she gone give you a run for yo money. Now stop asking all them damn questions and come on." Brandon says as he finally finds a parking spot and hops out the car.

plays loudly throughout the studio and the purple lights set the mood. Brandon walks over to Chanel and I notice him looking mad, but I ignore it because my eyes are too focused on Milani. The two of them leave and head to the car while I lean back on the wall, watching this fine ass woman in front of me. She's so focused on her routine that she doesn't even notice me.

Once Milani finishes spinning on the pole, she drops down into a slip and twerks her ass cheeks, exciting the monster in my pants. I watch closely as she crawls across the floor and stands up quickly, swinging her hair as she squats, spreading her legs and patting her hands on her thighs.

She slowly stands up again, twerking her ass cheeks on the way up then moving her body, being sure to hit every beat. Her body flows perfectly with the music as she gets on all fours and grinds the air, dropping flat on her stomach and reaching out in front of her as her body heaves up in down.

As soon as she gets back onto the pole, I'm in awe at how her body moves so freely and sexily. She's better on the pole than Since I've had my share of dancing lessons, I take my jacket off and tie it around my waist then throw my shirt to the side.

Walking over to the pole, I catch Milani as she drops down and stand behind her; letting her grind on me. I follow her lead and grind my hips into her ass as I run my hands all over her body. When she looks at the mirror in front of us, her eyes grow wide when she realizes who I am. She bends down touching her toes while throwing her ass on me. As my dick hardens, the song comes to an end so I spin her around and pick her up, wrapping her legs around me as I walk us over to the wall; putting her back against it.

"You damn good at what you do. You got my shit hard as fuck." I whisper in her ear before placing kisses down her neck, making her inhale and exhale hardly. "You sober now so wassup?" I breathe.

"Aye bruh, lets go! Sum shut just popped off at the bar." Brandon says, running into the studio.

Fuck! This nigga always interrupting us.

Dropping Milani, I stare into her eyes one last time before running out of the studio as Chanel walks back inside. Me and Brandon hop back in his car and he starts damn near flying down the highway until we make it to my bar.

"What the fuck going on?" I ask as I see crime scene tape, being pushed back by officers. "I'm the owner. Let me in." A frown comes across my face when I see Detective Keon Holloway, the nigga who betrayed his own people.

"Gotdamn, Dallas Jacobs. I knew you would slip up sooner or later. I guess yo drug enemies catching up to ya huh?" He smirks, shaking his head.

"You know I'm out the game, Keon. You been tryna catch me since you first joined the force. Give it up nigga. Ain't you tired of being a pig? You know them folks don't respect you. They ain't never gone respect a nigga on the force. Hell, yo own people lost respect for you after that."

"Save me the black power stories, Drummer. Everybody can't slang dope, get rich, and open a bar. Some of us gotta get it how we can. Unlike these other niggas round' here, Ian wanna work for you." He says as he motions for me to follow him inside. "So how is Mr. Ray? Last time I heard, he was sick with cancer." He asks referring to my grandad.

"Dead.. cut to the chase so I can get back to what the fuck I was doing before this." I say, getting impatient as I look around my bar and see blood, broken glass, chairs, and tables.

"Damn, Ian know. I apologize for that. I wouldn't have mentioned it if..."

I cut his sentence off, "Holloway, you don't know shit about what goes on in the hood cause you a fucking pig so either spit the shit out about what's going on here or get yo boys and dip."

As soon as I finish talking, Holloway grabs me and throws me down on the ground, putting his knee in my back. "Nigga, did you forget I run shit at the police department? I could kill yo ass and get away with it like we do with yo boys after we catch em', so watch how the fuck you talk to me, boy!"

"Them pigs wouldn't let me in... Aye, what the fuck going on?" Brandon asks as I see him touch the gun in his waistband.

"Ole Brandon Howards. I can't believe you came back and you still fucking with this lame ass nigga. Ain't nun going on in here, ain't that right, Drummer?" Holloway says as he gets off me and helps me up.

"Yeah, that's right." I nod, knowing Brandon will kill this nigga without blinking and neither one of us need them problems.

"We got a call at the station about a shooting. When we got here, a few people were injured by the bullets, hence the blood. We're just tryna figure out who did it and why. Can you tell us anything important?"

"Nah, we don't know shit. Both of us were gone." Brandon says, raising a brow.

"Where and with who? I'll need to verify those alibles." Holloway asks as he prepares to write down what we said.

"MRDance studio..Milani Ross and Chanel Walker. Now get the fuck outta here."

"I'll check that out. This bar will be shut down until all evidence has been processed. Gather whatever you may need and you get the fuck out. You'll be notified when you can reopen and be glad I'm letting you get your belongings cause I'm not even supposed to do that. Guess I just felt like helping a negro out today."

Scoffing loudly, Brandon and I head into my office to get the money out of the safe so that we can take it to the bank tomorrow, Holloway watching us the whole time.

"That's a lot of money y'all boys got. Wonder if it's clean or not?" He chuckles lowly.

"All we deal with is clean money." I say as Brandon and I walk out of the bar.

"Oh yeah and Drunmer, do those cameras work up there?" Holloway asks, pointing at the cameras.

"Nah, they just used as scare tactics. We figured if people saw them, it would keep them from stealing or putting shit in somebody drink. They don't work and never will cause we don't record crimes. Whatever folks do, ain't got shit to do with us. That's y'all job." Brandon lies smoothly, making me glad that I made him half owner of this bar.

"I'll catch y'all niggas one day." Are the last words said by Holloway before me and Brandon get back in his car.

"We gotta get that camera footage before they figure out where the camera room hidden at." I say and Brandon nods. "What was up with you and Chanel?"

"Jarell beat her ass and I was mad about it. I just felt sorry for her, that's all. We talked about it and I realized I need to mind my business. Ian getting involved with that shit. I'm just tryna fuck, not start a war over a bitch."

"Yeah, chill out." I say as he finally pulls up at my house. "Take that money to the bank in the morning. I got shit to do tomorrow."

"Aite bruh."

"Be safe outchea, my nigga." Brandon says back before speeding off.