I ain't saying I miss her...I just miss the things she used to do to me. Davion Foster

There was something about Erica Stone and he would be a fool to deny it. Not only was she a pretty face, a sexy body, and his baby mother, but she was a down-ass chick and he played her dirty. Some chicks stood by you when you wanted to fuck around on them. Long as they were getting dicked right and he stacked money their way, he never had a problem keeping bitches.

Erica was not a bitch.

She did not need him for his pockets, the only female he ever fucked with that had it like that.

Stripping was just a hobby for her while slanging products was a full-time J.O.B. to him. And it was not paying what it used to when mother fuckers could get sacked up with weed from anyone around the corner, get medical cards and get it legally, or find some edibles or sprays now. If weed was your drug of choice, you could find it anywhere like a local Seven-Eleven.

Basically, legalized marijuana was putting a lot of 'hood corner dealers out of business. Crack was out these days, although it still was some fiends drug of choice. He made a killing in heroin but sales were down. Weed still was the number one drug of choice, just that competition was stiff.

And like Smokey, he liked to get high on his own supply.

Weed ain't never hurt nobody. It calmed a lot of medical conditions. It was put on earth to enjoy, so he enjoyed it several times a day all day.

Next to hitting a good blunt, he liked to hit some good pussy.

That's why he was like a crackhead, fiending for baby momma up in her spot, waiting for her to take the stage at Sextacy II. He knew her schedule and which club she would be at and when. Erica may be dodging his texts and phone calls, but he knew she missed his dick.

"Next on stage you guys, lay back and enjoy the oh-so-sexy, make you wanna fuck her on stage, Flexica!"

He chuckled to himself at her stage name, because once he saw her perform for the first time, he saw that she earned that name justifiably. She could have been a gymnast the way her body flexed around the pole. She did things around the pole he had never seen before, and he had been going to strip clubs since he was fifteen, sneaking in with his boy Hook with some fake IDs. They did it all back in the day.

His second baby momma was also a stripper he met at a club when he was eighteen. Strippers were his weakness, what could he say.

Watching Erica on stage in that sexy outfit as if she was about to perform at the Grammys. The way she moved was between a ballerina and an Olympic gymnast, contorting her body around the pole as if she was in the circus. She could audition for America's Got Talent and win if a lot of horny dudes voted for her. And they would all show up in Vegas to watch her perform.

Erica moved on stage to some hip-hop song, but he was not listening to the words. Her body was speaking to him and he was mesmerized. Every move he watched her round ass ask him a question.

"You miss this ass?"

"You want this ass?"

"Are you going to come and get this ass?"

"Hell yeah!" he said out loud to no one. He must have looked like one of those simp suckers, going crazy off a performer on stage. The ones that never could catch a girl unless they were tossing dollars at them.

Not him.

But then, them titties started talking to him.

"Put me in your mouth and taste me."

He wanted to bury his face between her breasts and lick between them. She was his, and he wanted her.

Erica did not seem to know he was there, giving the performance of a lifetime to screaming men, calling her, showering her with dollars floating around the stage.

She did not take off one piece of clothing. Her stage presence was everything. It was art, not a strip show.

She licked the pole as if it was a dick and his sprung into action. He grabbed it and rubbed himself, imagining her made for sucking dick lips on him.

Erica was a keeper, and he fucked that up. Now he would do anything to get her back.

"Hiiii Davion. Here for more?"

It was Cinna Buns standing in front of him, blocking him from watching his girl on stage. That irritated the hell out of him.

"Not tonight."

"Oh come on," she purred, moving close to him. "I can handle that you're holding in your hand."

True, he could get her to handle that discreetly while he watched Erica, and she wouldn't know. She was in the zone. Too many other guys trying to vie for her attention. Maybe Erica was not going to give him head tonight and he had to get it from somewhere.

It was just so easy.

If I can't have him, that bitch can't either. Erica Stone

Being on stage was a rush to her. Performing was second nature. It did not feel like a job to her, and she did not need the money. She could do anything she wanted, but she chose to become an exotic dancer.

She could have gone to college like her big sister Jae. Followed in her father's footsteps and become a doctor, she was smart enough. Or she could have gotten an associate's degree like her sister Kendra, in something creative like drawing or writing, because she liked to do both.

But no, those were not things she wanted to do. Not now anyway, she was still young, only twenty-four. She had time to decide what else she wanted to do with her life. Maybe it was stripping until she was in her forties like her mother. Maybe not.

All she knew was, she enjoyed her life right now.

Except when it came to her baby's father, Davion. Why did she still love that man? He was sexy as fuck and knew it. He could fuck like he created it, and he knew it. But she could find another man that treated her better and came with less baggage.

What was she thinking? He had six baby mommas! All those kids that he divided his time for, how could he ever give her son Drake the attention he deserved? Davion thought he was the Nick Cannon of procreating. Wanted to make his own tribe of kids.

She could not fault the man for having kids, she was sure none were planned. He even told her he paid for abortions for several others. He would have had even more kids if not for that.

Maybe he should just get snipped and stop having babies with half the St. Louis population. Then again, her grandmother had so many kids, and those kids had so many kids, maybe he was made to be fruitful and multiply.

Nope, no more kids for her unless he put a ring on it or something.

And seeing him tonight, watching her perform, made her super hot and horny. His locs were pulled back from his face, dressed in a white tee and jeans, a couple of chains around his neck. Fine, just fine, and sexy. A blunt in his hand, blowing smoke around the already smoky club. She could imagine he licked his lips as he always did, which turned her on like a water faucet.

She used that energy to give it her all on stage. Make him regret losing her.

Show him what he was missing when she sucked his dick. Toot that ass up to make him remember all the times he hit it from the back. Wrap her body around the pole to accentuate her full breasts and how he liked to play with them. Men were so simple, she knew what he was thinking even in the loud, dark club.

He wanted her, she could feel it through his stare.

Till she came along, blocking her view of his sexy face.

"Bitch," she muttered to herself, finishing the performance. She could not wait to get off the stage, change, go home to her son, and cry herself to sleep.

Soon as she left the stage, she made it to the dressing room. With no time to even change, she pulled a long dress over her outfit created by her sister. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun, kicked off her heels and put on high-top Nikes, added a hat and sunglasses even though it was two in the morning, and grabbed her bag. Unlike the other girls, she did not need to stay and work the floor for extra cash. And she definitely did not need to scam a man and lay on her back. She did her one dance and she was out of there.

Parked right outside of the club in a reserved spot, a security guard followed her outside so none of the customers could harass her. But standing right there at her pink convertible was the man.

Davion.

Looking way too sexy.

"Babe."

"Mother fucker, don't babe me!"

"Ms. Stone, is there a problem?" the guard asked at her side.

"Yes!"

"No!" Davion said quickly. "Man, back up, this my girl."

"Not your girl anymore."

"Come on Erica, stop tripping. I'm sorry babe, let's just talk this shit out so I can see my son. I miss you and my baby."

Her heart melt a little at that, but it still was a no. She had to have more respect for herself after what he did to her.

"Boy bye."

She stepped into her car and burned rubber out of there, a few tears falling from her eyes, but she felt a whole lot better resisting him.

A/N: I felt like I had not heard from Davion and Erica in a minute, so I needed a chapter with them. With so many characters now, it's hard giving them all equal time.