“Wrap your legs around my waist,” Trent whispered into Kendra’s ear as he plunged his nine and a half inches deep into her warm, creamy canal.
“Mmm, daddy. Give it to me,” Kendra cried out as Trent went deeper. Her warmth and tightness made him want to bust his early.
“Damn, Kendra! Your pussy is bomb. I’m about to cum,” he said right before he exploded.
A few seconds later, while breathing heavily, Trent rolled off of Kendra and onto his back. Kendra was pissed off, and she let him know it when she said, “Oh, hell to the nah, Trent! Not this shit again! It’s like that? You made sure you got yours, but you don’t care if I get mine?”
“Fall back, lil mama. I got you next go round,” Trent said, still huffing and puffing.
“Fuck that, Trent, and fuck you!”
Kendra got out the bed, walked over to her dresser, and pulled out her Pearl Butterfly, aka Magic Monarch Vibrator. She walked out the master suite and went to the restroom downstairs. Once there, she closed the door behind her. Then, she sat on the toilet and went to work. A few moments later, Kendra was screaming out “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” for a job well done. After experiencing a few aftershocks, she hopped into the shower to remove all the sweat from her body. Kendra let the water embrace her body as she washed herself three times. Once she was clean, she got out, dried off, and grabbed her terry cloth robe. Then, she retrieved some extra blankets and a pillow from the hall closet. Fuck going back upstairs to lay with his trifling ass, she angrily thought as she made a pallet on the floor. She, then, turned on the TV and flicked through the channels until she fell asleep.
Upstairs, Trent was laid out across the bed, but he wasn’t asleep. All he could do was think about Nicole. His dick got hard every time he thought about her, but he couldn’t help himself because, just a few hours ago, he had pounded her from the back.
Trent had known Nicole a long time. She was a ‘round the way chick. She was also his younger sister’s best friend. Truth be told, Nicole had always wanted to get with Trent, and she had realized that there was no better way to get what she wanted than to play by his rules. She knew he had a woman at home, but that still didn’t stop Nicole from bending over and letting Trent have his way with her in his truck.
After a restless half hour, Trent put on his boxers and headed downstairs. A smile spread across his face when he saw the love of his life sleeping on the floor. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead. Then, he laid down beside her.
Kendra was Trent’s wifey. She stood five foot, six inches and had smooth, caramel skin. She had the perfect, hourglass shape. She wasn’t too thick or too small. Her eyes were hazel and lit up any room she was in, and she had a nice ass.
The two had met six years ago while Kendra was a stripper at Club Starlight. The way she gyrated her hips and licked her lips had caught Trent’s full attention. She was one of Starlight’s top dancers. At the time, she went by the name Spice because she brought that extra flavor to the club. She made the most in tips because everyone came to see her dance. She was the best in the west. In fact, she was so good that she had been crowned the Queen of Starlite. As usual, the women hated on her, and, like always, she brushed them off.
After watching her dance for a few songs, Trent approached one of the security guards and arranged for Kendra to give him a private dance in the club’s boom boom room. As she entered the room, Trent knew, right off the bat, that he had to have her. While Kendra swayed her hips to the music, Trent cleared his throat and said, “Nah, shawty. I don’t want you to dance because I can see you dance anytime. I want to get to know you. Relax and have a seat.”
After hearing what he said, a bunch of ideas ran through Kendra’s head. His words had caught her a little off guard, and he had peaked her curiosity, but, at that point in her life and given her profession, she had heard every line in the book. She figured he was just trying to be different, so she said, “You know I should be dancing. We’re wasting time, and I know it’s not cheap to have me here.”
“Again, shawty. I want to get to know you on a personal level. Don’t worry about the time or the money. It’s all taken care of. Come here, lil mama. Come sit next to me.”
While she was sat beside him, Kendra seductively twirled strands of her red hair between her index and middle fingers. Her sexiness intimidated Trent. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing. Cautiously, he tried to make small talk.
“So, shawty, what’s your name?”
“Spice,” Kendra replied.
After hearing this, Trent laughed. This relaxed him a little. Then, he said, “Nah, shawty. I know your stage name. What’s your real name?”
This surprised her. Normally, the men who asked for private dances only wanted to know about Spice and could care less about Kendra, and that was as far as she would let those men get. She never shared her personal information, but something about this man made her want to tell him her whole life story.
“The name is Kendra,” she said with a little smile and a lot of spunk. “And you are? And, before you answer, I want a real name, not no thug-ass name.”
“Trenton, but everyone calls me Trent.”
“Oh,” Kendra giggled. “Trenton? As in Trenton, New Jersey?”
“Yeah, shawty. I see you know your geography.”
They talked for well over two hours. Kendra told him about her interests and how she was dancing to pay for college. When Kendra noticed the time, she panicked, but Trent calmed her fears. He told her that he had paid for her to be his company until the club closed. Upon hearing this, Kendra got a little more comfortable, and they continued to talk. They were so wrapped up in their heavy conversation, talking about her goals and ambitions, that they didn’t notice that the club was closing. Security had to let them know that their time was up. When the lights came on, Kendra looked up at Trent and noticed that, even though he wasn’t all that tall, he was very good looking. His skin was a peanut butter complexion, and he sported neat cornrows.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t get a chance to dance for you, Trent.”
“Nah, shawty. I didn’t pay to see you dance. Like I said, I want to get to know you.”
He wrote his number on a napkin and handed it to her as they walked out of the boom boom room. Kendra turned around to meet his stare. Then, he cleared his throat and asked, “Are you ready to give up this lifestyle?”
Kendra looked at him blankly. Confusion was written on her face. Her heart said yeah, but her mouth said otherwise as she answered, “I have bills and tuition fees to pay.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Are you ready to give it up, Kendra, or do you still want to be Spice?”
For the second time that evening, Kendra was caught off guard. She had never had anyone give her an ultimatum, especially not someone she had only known for a few hours, but he had spent a lot of money to get to know her, and, at that point, he wasn’t trying to get any ass from her, so she figured she could give him an honest answer. Kendra thought it through quickly and answered, ”Yes, I’m ready to give up Spice.”
Trent kissed her softly on her lips and asked, “Do you trust me?”
She whispered, “Yes.”
Then, he smiled and said, “Now, go get dressed, lil mama, so I can take you home.”
“Excuse me, Trent, but you don’t own me. Besides, I have my own car, so I can drive myself home. Thank you very much,” Kendra said dryly as she backed away from him.
Trent knew, just by Kendra’s reaction, that she was a little rough around the edges.
“C’mon now, shawty. We can pick your car up tomorrow. You just said you trusted me, so where’s the trust at? I’ll meet you out front.”
Before she could protest, Trent kissed her once more. Then, he took off towards the exit. Kendra made her way to the locker room. She was glad that the other dancers were already gone. She didn’t have time for their hating. To Kendra, this was a job that she had to do to make ends meet. She was not trying to befriend anyone.
After she grabbed her duffel bag out of the locker, she went to the restroom and took a quick shower. The security guard stuck his head in and yelled, “Yo, Spice! I’m locking up in ten. Are you dressed?”
She appeared from the back and answered, “Yes, I am, and, by the way, my name is Kendra.”
“Whoa! Whoa! I see you on some fly shit now, huh, Spi… I mean Kendra?” the security guard said, laughing.
“Tank, can you walk me out, so I don’t have to fuck you up?”
Once outside, Kendra handed Tank a one hundred dollar bill.
“No, no. Go on ahead and keep that,” Tank exclaimed.
She hugged him and waved goodbye. Then, she turned and walked to the parking lot. Just as promised, Trent was waiting for her. He was leaning against his black on black Escalade. As she approached, he asked, “You ready, lil mama?”
Kendra smiled and nodded. He grabbed her bag and opened her door for her. After placing her bag in the backseat, he climbed into the driver’s seat. He started up his truck and pulled off. They drove in silence for fifteen minutes. Kendra broke the silence when she said, “Don’t think, ‘cause you dropped some loot, you bought me cuz I ain’t fo’ sale!”
“Whoa, shawty! You got me wrong. A brotha tryna get to know you and show you some things. Do I have to keep telling you to trust me? Relax, shawty,” Trent said as he caressed her face.
Moments later, they pulled into a cul-de-sac in Palms, one of the oldest neighborhoods in Los Angeles. After he had parked in front of a beautiful home, Trent turned off the engine of his Escalade.
“This is not where I live. I live in the hood,” Kendra said, folding her arms and pouting.
“Oh, I see you a little bossy. Imma have to break that fo’ real,” Trent chuckled.
His teasing made Kendra ease up. They exited the truck and went into the house. Kendra was amazed by the décor of the house. There were sculptures throughout. The foyer was made of granite and had the name MOORE engraved in the tile. Trent showed her to the family room, where he lit himself a blunt and poured both of them a shot of Henney.
“Come here, lil mama. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be a gentleman.”
Kendra laughed at Trent’s persistence as she sat on the chaise.
“Nice house,” she said.
“Thanks, but I don’t live here.”
Kendra raised a brow.
“Before you say anything, this is my parent’s house. They are vacationing in the Bahamas. I have a condo four blocks away from here.”
Kendra relaxed some more, and they chatted until she fell asleep. The next morning, when she awoke, she found Trent staring at her.
“So, how did you sleep?” he asked.
“It’s not my bed, but I slept just fine,” Kendra answered softly.
She gave Trent an A plus because he had kept his word and had been a perfect gentleman.
“You hungry?” Trent asked.
“No, but can you direct me to the bathroom?” Kendra replied.
“Down the hall and make a left. I already put some towels out for you.”
“Thanks,” Kendra said as she made her way out of the family room.
“Not a problem. My sister’s room is across the hall. If you can find anything useful in there, go right ahead,” Trent said as he went into the kitchen.
Kendra made her way down the long hallway. Once inside the bathroom, she ran the water. After setting the temperature, she hopped right in and thought about her night- how she just up and left with a complete stranger.
“Shit!” she said. “I’m fucking crazy.”
After a long, steamy shower, her mind relaxed. She was lucky that she always brought extra clothes to the club with her. After drying off, she threw on a sundress and pinned her hair up. As soon as she opened the door, Trent was standing there.
“Oh, my gosh! Don’t do that shit! You scared me!” Kendra screamed, while holding her chest and breathing heavily.
“My bad, beautiful. I was just checking to see if you wanted to go eat?” Trent smiled, looking her up and down.
“Nah, I’m not hungry, but can I get a rain check? Besides, I have to pay some bills. Then, I have to stop by my school and drop my art class, so can you keep being the gentleman that you have been and take me to my car?” Kendra said, batting her eyelashes.
“Sure thing, lil mama. I’m good on my word. I’ll take you to get your whip.”
Once outside, Kendra noticed that the Escalade was gone, and a beat up 1992 Honda Accord was in its place. Kendra was confused. Trent felt her hesitation, so he turned her way and said, “Look, shawty, I know this is not what we drove in last night. My man picked up my truck and left me my work car. I have to switch up to keep them boys off me while I’m handling business. I gotta keep a low profile.”
Kendra really didn’t know what she was stepping into, but she couldn’t help it. He had intrigued and charmed her, and she had charmed him, as well, when she asked, “So, when you say ‘boys,’ you mean the police, right?”
Trent threw his head back and laughed. Kendra didn’t find it that funny, but she kind of smirked at how dumb she must have sounded. Then, he said, “Come on, shawty. Get in.”
Trent opened the door for her. Once inside, Kendra let out a sigh of relief. The inside of the car was nothing like the outside. After settling into her seat, Kendra checked her phone and saw that she had three new messages. The first one was from her sister: “This is your big sista. I been callin’ yo funky ass all night. I hope one of those niggas ain’t kidnapped you. I’mma call Tank. Call me back.”
Kendra really didn’t have time to listen to the other messages, so she turned the phone off. Meanwhile, Trent turned up the radio and then reached into the ashtray and lit an already rolled blunt.
“Hey, that’s my jam,” Kendra said loudly, pretending the song on the radio was her favorite in an attempt to hide the sounds of her growling stomach.
Twenty minutes later, they pulled up at the club. She hurriedly got out the car and hustled her way to the back entrance of the club.
“Ay, lil mama!” Trent called out. “Say I know you’re not dancing. I thought you wanted to give that up.”
Trent gave Kendra a concerned look. She smiled helplessly and said, “I just have to clear some things out and tell Bigg Boss. Now, it’s my turn to ask you. Do you trust me?”
Trent nodded. Then, he handed her a hundred dollar bill and said, “Make sure you get something to eat. I can’t have my shawty’s stomach growling loud like it was while you were in the car.”
As he kissed her on the forehead, she felt embarrassed. She then turned and walked to the club. When Kendra entered the club, she was greeted by Tank. He laughed, “What’s up, Ken? Your sister’s been blowing my phone up. Make sure you call her before she puts out an APB on you.”
Kendra playfully shoved him. “I’ll call her when I’m done. I promise.”
Kendra strolled to the back. She saw several of her favorite tippers; she talked to some for a few, and she ignored the others ‘cause they were downright drunk in the middle of the day. Kendra kept right on walking towards the dressing area. The Honey Dripper was working the main stage. She always set the place on fire when she performed her signature move. It made all the niggas go wild. Still, to this day, Kendra didn’t know how The Honey Dripper could drink a jar of honey, then masturbate while honey came running out of her vagina.
Kendra was cleaning out her locker when White Chocolate came and told Kendra that Bigg Boss had requested for her to dance. Kendra turned to her and said, “Nah, White. I’m finished here for good. I just came to get my things.”
Before Kendra could get another word out, another striper by the name Candy interrupted their conversation and said, “Oh, nah, Miss Spice thinks she’s too good to dance just cuz she’s fucking Bigg Boss. She thinks she can come and go as she pleases. Bitch, please! I have news for you. You ain’t all that!”
Candy walked up on Kendra. It was known that these two didn’t get along. Candy was jealous of Kendra because she was top ranked in the club and because Big Boss let her have her way. Truth be told, Kendra was a young commodity, while Candy was low key.
“I don’t give a fuck what the next bitch thinks of me,” Kendra stated. “I have dreams and goals to accomplish outside this club.”
“Bitch, please,” Candy spat.
“Check, Candy. I’m not going to be anymore of your bitches.”
White Chocolate could sense the tension. She stepped in between them, but Kendra pushed White out the way to let Candy know that it was whatever she wanted to do. When Candy put her fingers in Kendra’s face, all hell broke loose. Kendra struck first, connecting with Candy’s jaw. As Candy was holding her face, Kendra wasted no time, landing punch after punch, but Candy had a good grip on Kendra’s ponytail, and she wasn’t letting go. Kendra bit down on Candy’s arm, but Candy didn’t release her grip. They went blow for blow. While trying to break up the madness, White Chocolate screamed for help. As she screamed, she was knocked to the ground. Upon hearing White’s screams, Tank and Bigg Boss burst through the door.
“What the fuck is going on?” Bigg Boss yelled with fury in his eyes when he saw how White Chocolate was laid out. Kendra and Candy were still going toe to toe.
“Oh, shit! We missed the royal rumble,” Tank laughed.
“Somebody better start talking right fucking now!” Bigg Boss yelled, standing in between the two of them. “Speak the fuck up!”
It didn’t take a genius to tell that Boss was mad.
“Fuck that shit,” Candy spat. “Your hoe needs a fucking reality check.”
Kendra cracked Candy on the nose at that comment. Blood gushed out immediately.
“I told you I’m not going to be anymore of your hoes or bitches!”
Kendra was on one to the fullest. She was on fire.
“Yo, Spice! I can’t have you fucking up my organization. Instead of being back here, your ass needs to be on stage, making some money. That goes for all y’all. I can’t take this shit now. Spice, Imma have to suspend you for two weeks.”
While Bigg Boss was talking, Candy was smirking and still talking shit. Kendra laughed and said, “You can keep your funky-ass suspension. I’m done here. I don’t need you.”
Kendra grabbed her belongings and walked out. She looked a hot mess, but she still strolled with pride. After she got inside her car, she called her sister. Nia answered without saying hello and went straight to balling her younger sister out.
“Kendra, where the fuck have you been? I called your phone over a hundred times, so what’s up? Talk to me! Shit!”
“Look, Nia. I’m not in the mood for your shit, okay?”
“Fuck you mean ‘you’re not in the mood’?” Nia cursed.
Kendra was irritated, so she said, “If you’re gonna talk shit, then I’mma hang the fuck up. Now, I called you for a reason. I’ll tell you where I was at when I’m ready to.”
Nia got quiet and let her sister continue. Kendra said, “Listen. I just fought that bitch Candy in the club when I went to get my things.”
Nia said, “Wait a minute! When did this happen? So, you were out last night? With who?”
Kendra smacked her lips and said, “Damn, Nia! Let me finish. Anyways, I was chopping it up with White Chocolate when Candy came in talking shit, so we squared off. I beat that bitch’s ass. Then, White screamed for help. To make a long story short, Bigg Boss had the audacity to suspend me.”
“What about Candy’s ghetto ass?”
“Who gives a fuck! I cursed Boss’s ass out and walked out,” Kendra answered.
“Damn,” Nia exclaimed!
“And Boss ain’t said shit.”
“And you still fucking this nigga? Nah! Look. I’ll be there in a few.”
Kendra disconnected the call; she didn’t want to relive the moment when she was first hired at the club. At the tender age of nineteen, Kendra applied at Starlight as a waitress, but, she changed her mind when she saw how men were spending damn near their entire life’s savings on the dancers as they popped and shook their asses. Kendra was led by Tank to a big office in the back. That was where she was introduced to Bigg Boss.
“So, you want to be a waitress?” Bigg Boss asked. He never turned around to see who was standing behind him. Nervously, Kendra nodded her head and answered, “Yes.”
“Well, have you ever waitressed before?” Bigg Boss asked.
“Yes,” Kendra answered.
“Good. The job pays minimum wage, which is six fifty an hour plus tips.”
Upon hearing this information, Kendra asked if there were any openings for dancers. After she asked that, Bigg Boss turned and took a look at Kendra. Then, he said, “You want to dance? You sure you have what it takes?”
Kendra laughed. Then, she answered, “How hard could it be?”
She was now pumped with adrenaline. Bigg Boss commanded, “Stand up, so I can see what you’re working with.”
Kendra stood up and slowly turned around. She wasn’t shy at all. Bigg Boss turned up the volume on his stereo. H-Town’s “Knocking da Boots” blared through the speakers. Kendra started to grind to the beat, unbuttoning her shirt with one swift motion. She turned around seductively and made her ass clap. There was something about Kendra and the way that she moved that made Bigg Boss do the unthinkable. He grabbed Kendra by her waist and slid her thong aside with his tongue. Kendra jumped as Bigg Boss’s tongue entered her ass, but the feeling made Kendra experience a new high. Kendra rotated her hips slowly to the rhythm as Bigg Boss ate away at Kendra’s ass like it was his last meal on earth. Kendra squirmed and panted as she came. Bigg Boss unzipped his pants, pulled out a Magnum from his desk, and slid the condom on. He, then, guided Kendra onto his lap.
“Shit, gurl! This pussy is the bomb,’’ Bigg Boss said as Kendra squeezed her pussy muscles tighter, making him cum almost instantly.
Kendra became pissed as she thought, His tongue action was better than his dick game. Right then and there, she decided, if he wanted to hit it again, he’d have to pay to play. So, from her very first day, not only was she tipped well, but Bigg Boss was also her automatic teller machine.
“Damn, baby gurl, you know how to work that shit. Your pussy has flavor. I have the perfect stage name. Spice! So, when can you start?” Big Boss asked as he buckled his pants.
“I can start tomorrow night,” Kendra answered.
Kendra laughed as she reminisced. As she sped through the city’s highway, she became hungrier. She hopped on the 110 Freeway to Manchester. Kendra was happy to see that Roscoe’s House of Chicken and Waffles wasn’t crowded. She found a parking space, greeted the host, grabbed a menu, and placed an order for Nia and herself.
“I’ll have a number one, all wings, and a number two all dark and two eclipses.”
After her order was complete, she paid for her food and left a generous tip. Kendra drove down Manchester to her sister’s house. After exiting her vehicle with the two plates, she knocked on the door.
“Dayum, Ken! What happened to your face?” Nia exclaimed as she opened the door.
Kendra rolled her eyes and yelled, “Shut up, Nia! You’re always exaggerating!”
“No, ma. You haven’t looked in the mirror, have you?”
Kendra pushed her sister out the way and ran to the bathroom to look at her face. Once she looked in the mirror, she saw it was just as she had thought. Nia had put extras on it to make it sound like her face had been split open. Besides a few scratches above her eye and on her cheek, she was still fine. She searched the contents of her sister’s medicine cabinet and found some Neosporin. She washed her face and applied the cream. Afterwards, she left the bathroom and walked to the living room. In the living room, she found Nia on the couch, laughing. Kendra threw a pillow at her sister.
Still laughing, Nia said, “You always fall for the okie-doke. You’re still fine, Spice!”
Kendra sat on her favorite chair in the house. Once she was seated, Nia said, “So, you wanna tell me where you were last night?”
“Shit! I knew you weren’t going to let up,” Kendra exclaimed, sucking her teeth.
“Damn skippy! Might as well spit that shit out,” Nia said with a serious look.
Nervously, Kendra dug her feet in the rug and brushed her hair away from her face.
“Well, I was dancing, you know, the regular shit. It was a long, slow night,” Kendra began.
Nia hissed, “Bitch, get to the point! I could care less about how slow it was.”
“Bitch, do you want me to tell the story?” Kendra asked, rolling her eyes. “It was 9:45 when Tank came to me and said I had a special request in the boom boom room, and that’s when I met Trent.” A smile spread across Kendra’s face. Then, she continued, “To make a long story short, we connected, and I spent the night with him.”
Nia looked at her sister like she was crazy and said, “So, you’re fucking niggas who are paying for it now?”
“No! Trent was the perfect gentleman,” Kendra said, staring off into space while giving the food to Nia.
Kendra went to the kitchen to grab some hot sauce and two wine coolers out the fridge. While she was doing this, her cell phone rang. She rushed to pick it up, and almost dropped everything in her hands.
“Hello!”
“Hey, shawty.”
Kendra smiled at the sound of Trent’s voice.
“What’s good with you?” Trent asked.
“Nothing much. At my sister’s house,” Kendra replied.
“I assume you finished handling your business?” Trent questioned.
“Yeah. I did,” Kendra answered.
“Well, look, ma. I just finished up with some work. Why don’t you meet me downtown by the Staples Center in about an hour, okay?”
Kendra sighed, “Okay.”
“What’s wrong, lil mama?” Trent asked.
“A lot. I’ll let you know about it when I see you,” Kendra answered.
“A’ight, mama. See you soon.”
Kendra went back into the bathroom and made sure her face was presentable. She took another shower and opted to wear some cargo shorts and an Old Navy shirt. She brushed her hair back into a ponytail and applied some lip gloss. Once she was satisfied with herself, she told Nia that she was on her way to meet up with Trent. As she exited her sister’s house, Kendra called Trent to let him know that she was on her way.
“Aye, lil mama. When you get down this way, park your car on Twelfth and Fig, and I’ll come down.”
Kendra made her way through the LA traffic, bumping R. Kelly’s The R in R &B: The Greatest Hits Collection Volume 1 CD. The summer night was calm and breezy. Once she arrived at her destination, she called Trent and let him know that she had arrived. Then, she sat in her car and waited for Trent to come out and meet her. She looked around and wondered where he could possibly be coming from. She was surrounded by businesses that had already closed for the day. While she was wondering from where and when he would arrive, Trent knocked on the window, startling her. He opened her door. Kendra playfully punched him on the arm and teased, “This is the second time you’ve scared me today. Stop doing that.”
“C’mon, lil mama. Lock up the car, and let’s go,” Trent advised.
“Go where? I’m not leaving my car here, so the smokers can break in my ride!” Kendra said.
Trent reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt. Then, he took the keys out of the ignition. He put his finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet.
“I got you, shawty,” he said.
He grabbed Kendra by the hand and led the way. They walked a few blocks to a bar.
“I’m not dressed to go into a bar,” Kendra said.
“Relax, ma. You’re not here to meet any dudes. You’re my chick, and I think you look fine,” Trent answered.
Kendra held her head down. She didn’t want Trent to see her face. He noticed how she was holding her head, so he lifted her head up and asked, “What happened to your face, beautiful? You had a catfight or sumptin’?’’
He laughed once he saw the look in her eyes. He knew Kendra was serious.
“What’s really going on?” he asked.
Kendra gave him the short version of what happened. Then, Trent said, “Well, don’t trip, lil mama. As of today, you’re my girl, and I’ll protect you.”
They entered the bar, sat down, and ordered a few drinks. Ever since that day, they had been the happiest couple.