💸 * ◟ ❛ FREAK ME❜ ,  
NASIR JONES. PT. 2

❝ Let me lick you up and down till you say stop. Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot. Let me do all the things you want me to do. 'Cause tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you. ❞

A thin layer of sweat mixed with body glitter shimmered off Storm's body as she headed backstage. The sound of her theme song for the night dying down like the many voices belonging to thirsty males all together as they finally got a chance to witness what they'd been dying to see for months.

A small smirk couldn't help but form across the flesh of her tinted lips, emphasizing how good she felt since it was another successful night for the dancer. Making sure to grab a much-needed towel, she dabbed her neck gently wiping off the hard work she'd just done for the past couple of minutes. A little tired and somewhat fatigued, a little shot would ease it.

Storm wouldn't say she was one of the most highly sought-after dancers in the club, but it wasn't a lie either. After all, she just did what she needed to do which was make both men's and women's fantasies come true for the night and money came flowing in her direction. It was a win-win for both sides.

Storm became a stripper about two years ago. It's to say that she was struggling because she wasn't one bit, she had her head on straight, had no kids, lived on her own, independent it's just that she liked the attention and got it from working at the club. Of course, her parents have no idea and it'll stay that way until she decides to tell them plus having extra cash felt nice and it allowed her to buy the things she wanted whenever she wanted.

"Storm you killed it out there!" A soft voice with a southern drawl exclaimed. The voice belonged to none other than Diamond. She was a fairly new dancer having been at the club for two weeks now and Storm has been keeping her under her wing.

Diamond was a girl who came from Mississippi to pursue her dreams of acting. It wasn't easy, with her facing many rejections and found solace in the club. What made it even worse was that her parents found out and banned her from ever coming back home. When Storm found out of course she took her in and made sure that she was straight. Kind of like a little sister in a way.

Storm was also protective of Diamond making sure that she didn't end up falling into the wrong hands of those who entered the club, them claiming they'll make your dreams happen but what they do is leave you strung out on drugs and broke. She wouldn't let that happen to her, no nineteen-year-old deserves that.

Since Diamond made it clear that she wasn't ready for the big stage yet and would rather bartend or do private dances it made it easier to keep an eye on her.

"Thank you. So did anybody start anything?" They walked down the velvety hallway, their eyes taking in the various shapes, shades, and appearances of the other dancers. Some couldn't help but eye storm but the woman paid no mind to it knowing that they were just intimidated in some form. As long as it didn't mess with her money, she couldn't care less.

Diamond sighed, a manicured nail bringing its way to play with a strand of her curly maroon hair "Nah. But there was this one guy. He was an investment banker. I ain't did shit wit' him though 'cause I knew the man was married despite havin' no ring on."

"How so?" Taking a turn, Storm let them to her dressing room. Yes, she had a dressing room, after that one incident of another dance stealing her shit she couldn't risk letting it happen again.

Letting out a chuckle, Storm opened the door swiftly, the two women stepped inside. The smell of vanilla mixed with cinnamon wafted around the room as she turned on the lights. Sitting in her chair she looked at her reflection through her vanity mirror.

With a shrug Diamond answers "Cause I looked in his wallet and saw him together with a woman and three kids—not one but three kids how triflin'."

That was the case, many married men of wealth and status often came to the club, finding themselves splurging huge amounts of cash on favorable dancers. It was the war of pleasure, if they couldn't get it from their significant other, they'd try to find it elsewhere but with a price.

Storm's cat-like eyes blandly stared at her reflection in the mirror. There was a hint of tiredness flickering in her gaze, but it wasn't something she wasn't used to.

Diamond made herself comfortable already grabbing a snack and quietly eating from it. Taking a bite out of the small cookie she looks up at Storm "So you and that boy who sat in the audience...the chemistry was off the chain."

Boy? What boy? She thought to herself for a moment before realizing what she meant. That boy as in the rapper Nas "I was just doing my job." It was the truth honestly, she was just doing what she did best. But deep down she did feel a flicker of fire brew within her once they looked into each other's eyes.

Pushing those thoughts away, she grabbed the shimmery pink duffel bag that was filled with the money she earned for the night "The only connection I have is with me and my money."

A knock on the door brought Storm's attention to who it was for a minute before realizing that it was simply Mr. Biggs. With a short Come in the door opened revealing the boss himself. Diamond who noticed him sat up and averted her gaze elsewhere. She did think he was a little intimidating and did not want to get on his bad side at all.

A puff of smoke escaped his lips followed by a grin "Storm, Diamond." He greeted the two women. The soles of his feet pressed into the floor as he closed the wooden door behind him. Sitting in an empty seat across from Storm he began talking "Somebody wants you to do a private dance for 'em and they paid a hefty price for it." He explained, which made Storm's brows crinkle in curiosity. She hadn't done a private dance in a while since she'd declined a majority of them. They were either old slime balls and she refused to let them be near her.

"Who?" Storm softly questioned, still counting the money she made. So far she's counted about 10k and the bag wasn't even half empty.

Mr. Biggs smirked, twiddling the cigar in his mouth "That pretty boy you managed to put a spell on." He couldn't help but chuckle at how bad she got the young man swooning "The rapper Nas, he practically made it clear that wants you and you only."

"He bought a private dance?" Storm found it intriguing, knowing that she specifically made it pricy but the fact that he paid for it made her wonder.

Blowing out some more smoke Mr. Biggs spoke up once again "The main question is yes? Or no?"

It was a million-dollar question but she already knew her answer. Looking at him through her reflection she answers "Yes, and make sure he's in the red room."

With a smirk, he appreciates her answer greatly. Standing up Mr. Biggs pulls out a thick wad of cash, placing it in front of her he then turns to leave "Here's a token of his appreciation, now you better give pretty boy a show."

Storm looked at the cash that was placed in front of her. Picking it up she smirked "Looks like he got a favorite." A show she'll give him indeed.

• • •

Nas sat comfortably against the plush soft seat that matched the inner interior of the room. Mr. Biggs came to him looking real jolly and gave him the answer he so desperately needed to hear. Storm said yes. Even though they hadn't spoken to one another and only shared looks of intrigue and slight lust.

From what he learned there were three areas of the club. There was the bottomless pit where he was earlier, that's where the customers mainly resided as it gave them easy access to the bar and the dancers. Then there was the silver suite and that's for the folks who got extra money to splurge on whoever dancers they wanted to, lastly was the gold suite. It was the suite that many couldn't get into since it was a high price followed by the dancer's choice of who they'll dance for.

The gold suite had a variety of doors all with colors that matched whoever was dancing inside.

The low sultry hues of Anytime, Anyplace by Janet Jackson played from the built-in speakers, sending his nerves into a frenzy, anticipation building in the pit of his stomach as he waited. Normally he'd never do this but what was so special about her?

Taking a hit of his blunt, smoke escaped his lips but almost got caught in the back of his throat once his eyes landed on who finally entered the room "Shit."

As if on cue the music suddenly changed into Red Light Special by TLC. It was ironic since it fitted the overall concept of the private room. The circle stage which connected to where he sat almost stared back at him as the pole stood proudly in the middle.

Donning a new outfit which was a metallic red bralette with an ultra mini plaid skirt that showed off her thong whenever she moved. It hugged every bit of curve she had to offer and it was a good choice to wear since he paid big money just to see her do a private dance.

Her heels, a translucent clear and shiny, stepped onto the slippery stage, and Nas's eyes couldn't help but rake up her body, traveling along her long shimmery legs which were covered in diamond fishnets, stopping just above her mid-thighs.

Her dark brown eyes stayed on his, like a snake circling the metal pole slowly, almost as if she was stalking her prey. Stopping she squats down to eye level, the brownish tint on her lips stretching as she begins to speak "So you paid a lot of money for a private dance wit' me. Why so?"

Nas found himself unable to answer, the words so desperately trying to escape his vocal cords but remained thickened in silence. Raising an eyebrow Storm continued to walk around the pole, slowly.

"Well here's the rules in case you don't know." Storm loved saying this because she knew that a majority of her customers wanted to do it but can't "First things first no touching without my permission 'cause if you do I'll have security on yo' ass faster than you can blink, secondly, I ain't into none of that weird shit, scat play, piss play none of that so if you into that I suggest you head into the yellow room."

"I ain't into any of that weird shit." He answers back almost surprised that she even said it. What was even scat play? He did not want to know.

Getting lost in his thoughts he found himself daydreaming, almost sinking deeper and deeper into a trance. God took his time on her he thought to himself watching as his body seemed to be made out of some flexible rubber, moving in various tricks and positions that seemed impossible.

"What's your name?"

Pulling him from his thoughts about the very same dancer who stood in front of him, her body leaning against the pole, all with her arm wrapped around the cool metal. He tried his hardest to not make it obvious that he was staring hard but failed.

But no matter how hard he tried, from the corner of his eye, Nas could see her slowly twirling around the pole, her attention remaining locked on his.

How could she remain so nonchalant about the whole thing? Did she not notice the effect she had on him? Or did she know the entire time and was enjoying it?

"I thought you'd know it by now."

Her lips formed into an amused grin "I do. I just wanna hear it from your mouth baby boy." Now it was her turn to have a nickname for the rapper. First, it was pretty boy now baby boy how amusing.

"Nas."

He re-answered the question shortly resting his hands on the denim fabric of his dark blue, Karl Kani jeans slowly accepting what he chose to put himself into. She simply smiled at him again, causing the rapper to subconsciously take note of her captivating smile, and her alluring brown eyes.

He didn't know why he gave her his name, but then again, he didn't know why he was in this room. He didn't know why he was even there. As the concept of self-awareness came crashing down on him he then realized that he spent a whole lot of money just on this one person, his brain was practically screaming at him to get up, to leave but yet remained seated.

There wasn't any awkward tension. More like physical as he was most definitely attracted to her and she for well liked his presence. The subtle scent of weed and perfume hung heavy in the air, while the music overtook them.

"So Nas, how old are you?"

Was this a common thing with all the dancers? Ask questions like it was jeopardy. And then smile while they counted the very same amount of money you willingly gave them?

"Twenty-three. You?"

Yet, he still surrendered an answer to her question once again not ignoring how pretty she was underneath the unnatural light and how it seemed to make her skin shine a bright ivory shade.

"Twenty-four."

So she's older. There was a sense of maturity that lingered around her, especially whenever she spoke since it was obvious she meant business and business only.

Twirling around the pole, the red light reflected off her shoes almost begging for his attention. Even with his back pressed firmly against the plush seats, he could see the details of her outfit as she moved slowly, practically giving him a full 360 view of how it clung to her curves, stretching out over her hips, the thong seemingly swallowed between her ass cheeks. He seemed to be noticing the littlest details, and it caused him to swallow hard, the feeling of his throat going dry causing him to cringe.

"Are you always this quiet?"

As if they weren't close enough, stifled by the tense air between them, she stepped down from the stage, her heels stepping onto the cash that was thrown her way, and stood in front of him. Nas could feel his heart thumping faster with each movement she made, his reflexes quickening as she leaned over, placing her hands on his knees, bringing her face close to his. He felt the smallest of shocks by her unexpected movements, glancing down at her hands.

Looking down he noticed that her nails were of a classic French tip design with a pink base, yet adorned with tiny gems and jewels which twinkled in the overhead light. Her slightly long, manicured nails stretched over her fingers grazing his knees which only then caused more shivers to blossom.

"You seem like a Virgo. I bet you're those quiet ones who's lowkey overtly critical, hm? Always thinkin' they know better than somebody. Not to mention a perfectionist. Or are you just that quiet?"

She spoke softly, almost teasing, ending her sentence with the same, nerve-inducing smile she kept on giving him. Was she some sort of psychic? Knowing his sign he hadn't even told her. He rolled his eyes, knowing deep down inside that she was right but wasn't planning on giving her the satisfaction of knowing that.

"But isn't that everyone?"

"I don't know you tell me, Nas."

"Well since you know mines what sign are you?"

"Taurus."

It soon fell silent. Neither wanting to say something at the moment, his eyes, his eyes dropping to her lips, which were covered in some sort of faint glittery hue. Body glitter adorned her exposed, mocha-colored skin, and he couldn't help but notice the faint dimples that appeared whenever she talked or smiled. His mind soon rummaged with thoughts on how soft she looked, his eyes wandering down to her cleavage, before quickly meeting her eyes.

The air he proceeded to breathe out soon became clogged in his throat as the woman before him slowly climbed into his lap. Taking his larger hands in her smaller ones, Storm placed them on her waist.

Shit.

She felt really good. Real good. And she smelt so good.

"In the beginning, I didn't want to be here but you—you changed my mind." He didn't even know why he said that. It just came out of impulse. Nas licked his lips nervously, his eyes searching her face for a response, hell even an expression. He wasn't so sure how she'd react but judging on her blank expression which soon turned into a small smirk said otherwise.

"Thanks, I tend to have that effect on men."

She said to him guiding his hands along her body, the pads of his fingers sliding along the curve of her waist as she moved her body to the beat of the music. Maintaining eye contact with him, Nas decided to follow along focusing on her dark brown eyes, while his hands marveled at how smooth her skin felt.

"You still never told me why you spent so much money on just one little dance."

He met her gaze, her eyes filled with curiosity and something else.

"Huh?"

"Most guys wouldn't do such a thing. The second they hear the price, they suddenly have a wife at home waiting for them." Storm wanted to laugh at the but decided not to.

"For starters I ain't married." He was in a relationship with the mother of his daughter. But they were broken off and only god knows when they'll get together. So for now he was a free agent and could do as he pleases "And shit, I don't know. There's just somethin' about you I guess."

He soon felt a gentle hand reach at his face, her fingers caressing the side of his face, gingerly tilting his head back down to make him look at her.

"Well there's somethin' about you too I guess."

Storm had no real reason to be nice to him—aside from money, yet something was telling him that she was being honest. But then again, she was getting paid five times as much for this dance.

It was her job to be nice as long as the money kept flowing.

"To be honest you don't seem like the kind of girl who would be in a place with this." Ah, there it was. The one thing almost every person tells her whenever they cross paths.

Storm heard it many times as it came from multiple people whenever she showed just a bit of interest. She wasn't mad at it though, and found it amusing.

"And what kind of girl do you think I am, huh? Tell me, Nas."

He wasn't expecting her to flip it back on him so fast and so quickly.

"I don't know, I didn't mean.—" Stamped over his words, it grew short and his mind came up with some sort of excuse as to why he didn't mean to offend her even though she wasn't offended at all.

"I don't know honestly. It's just that you're just being nicer than you have to be with me."

"Now tell me this baby boy. You must've thought that I'm doing this to pay for school or somethin'? Because nine times out of ten that's what all you guys think, right?"

Nas remained quiet, which amused her even more. Storm took her teasing a bit further, continuing to playfully pick at him.

"Or you must've thought that I was in desperate need to pay bills?"

"No."

Bursting into laughter Storm tossed her head back. Almost crying with laughter, the sound of her laugh mixing in with the music that played from the speakers. Storm was laughing a bit too hard to the point where she almost slipped off his lap. Nas's reflexes got the best of him a hand pulling her up to him so that way she couldn't fall. The swift motion caused her to grind against the fabric of his jeans, a jolt of electricity running through his fingertips and then his entire body.

Her laughter stopped in an instant, a heavy blanket of quietness falling between them.

There was no denying it at this point he was extremely attracted to her.

"I'm just a stripper baby boy."

There it was the natural sensuality that poured from her with ease. Stormed leaned close, her lips tickling his neck. Speaking in a whisper, she pressed her body against his, the scent of vanilla filling his nose, her hand caressing the back of his neck gently, her fingers dragging along the gold chain that hung around his neck.

"But nah baby I like the attention that's all. And you're cute."

Her soft voice against his skin made him shiver deeply causing something deep within him to stir. Guiding his hands over her hips and ass, his hands lingering in that position as she then wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning even more close to him.

The inappropriate thoughts only continued to boil faster in Nas's mind. She smelled so good and felt even better. His mind was riddled with suggestive thoughts, and fantasies forming in the back of his mind. Thoughts that made him wonder what she might've looked like without the outfit. What she might've sounded. Even better yet what she sounded like calling his name.

It was just the two of them in this room and the possibilities were endless. They supposedly had enough time to do whatever they pleased, and nobody would ever know. Not AZ, not the security guard, and damn sure not Mr. Biggs. It could be their dirty little secret.

Their faces inched closer to one another, the air within Nas's lungs getting stuck inside his chest while the sexual tension soon bubbled over.

Before their lips could finally meet a loud, forceful knock caused both adults to look in the direction of the noise. Storm pulled away already knowing what it meant which only caused the rapper to sigh.

"Sorry baby boy but time is up."

Swiftly coming off his lap, the sound of her heels clicking on the floor was heard. Nas looked around and when he did that's when the trance he was in seemed to slowly die down. When he stood up, he almost felt dizzy as if he was recovering from taking the heaviest drug possible.

Looking back at him, Storm took his hand guiding him out of the room and back down the lengthy hallway. With each step he took, he tried to match her faster. The music was pounding, vibrating almost throughout his, almost as if it was waking him up.

She soon led him to a bar, not right before whispering something in the bartender's ear. With a wink, she soon disappears elsewhere. It wasn't until the bartender slid a glass filled with cold icy water and AZ managed to find him that he was finally aware of what just happened.

The cool New York air welcomed Nas as he exited through the set of black, double doors at the club's entrance. On the right there was still a long line of people who were waiting to get inside, their minds already plagued with feverish thoughts.

Overhead was the sign for Ecstasy, the striking neon red color causing eyes to instantly land on it.

With a heavy sigh, Nas closed his eyes leaning against the bricked wall as he tried to process the night he had. It was around 2 a.m. and he was just lucky that he didn't have to deal with a hangover but only tiredness later on. The club was set to close in less than fifteen minutes which made it humorous to those who were stuck in line because, by the time they arrived at the entrance, it was time for them to go home.

"I'm just ready to take my ass home, relax and watch some new episodes of Moesha."

"Girl Q is fine with his bald ass."

"Mmmh, but Ohaji he was a cutie."

"True."

Opening his eyes to a familiar voice, Nas turns his head as two women exit through the doors next to him, busy engrossed in their conversation about the popular TV Show Moesha that just came out a couple of months back. Storm carried a stuffed, duffle bag on her shoulder, while a security guard came out trailing behind her and the other girls, escorting them through the parking lot just in case someone tried anything.

Nas immediately recognized the two of them as Storm and Diamond, watching them as the security guard moved the drunk customers out of the way.

Separating from her group, Storm walked slowly, dragging along the bag on her shoulder. Passing through the long line of cars that were trying to get out of the parking lot, she seemed to be in a hurry as she just kept looking behind her shoulder.

Nas could feel himself grow still as she stopped in his direction, her eyes narrowing on him with an unreadable expression.

"You good?"

That was all she said, making sure to keep the distance between the two of them. Her demeanor had shifted, and that's when he noticed how tired she looked. The complete opposite of the confident yet teasing woman he met back in the room yet still alluring as ever. Trading in the heels and skimpy outfits for something more comfortable Storm was dressed in a Nike sweatshirt with matching pants and sneakers. Her hair was tied away from her face, yet her face and arms still shimmered with body glitter.

"I should be asking you the same thing."

"Nothing like a hard day at work." She sarcastically mutters, glancing at the club before looking back at him.

Soon after a honk was heard and Storm looked over her shoulder seeing dark red Jeep Cherokee stopping where they stood. Inside it was her friends who were busy waiting for her to join them. They'd been watching their exchange for a while now, and just by the honk told her that she needed to hurry up.

Sighing, Storm adjusted the bag over her shoulder once again, almost moving slowly as if she wanted to just savor the moment before it ended "Goodnight Nas."

"Um yeah, good night.—"

"Iman."

A small slither of confusion forms across his before realization sinks in. It was her real name. It fitted her in a way, it slipping from her lips smoothly, so effortlessly. He found himself repeating it once again but this time with a small smile.

"Good night, Iman."

Smiling back at him, she turned around and headed back to her friends.

However, there was just something in his mind that was telling him that he shouldn't just let her walk away that easily.

Iman only made it halfway across the street as Nas began trailing behind her. A small part of her couldn't believe that she told him her real name while the other part felt somewhat relieved.

"Iman!" He shouted which then got her attention. Iman turned her head to his voice watching as he closed the distance between them. They seemed to be at eye level and she looked at him waiting to hear what he had to say.

"Can I get your number?"

"No."

Accepting his moment of defeat, Nas was about to turn around when she stopped him.

"I'm just messin' wit you. No need to be a sour puss." Rolling her eyes at him, she quietly snickered and how fast he looked embarrassed. Looking at him long and hard, she wondered if he was worth the risk since she had a rule of not giving her number to anybody outside the club.

But then her eyes grew soft. She held a finger up so she could pull out the only piece of paper-like thing she had on her which was a dollar bill from her duffel bag. Grabbing a pen she proceeded to write down her pager number.

Handing it to him swiftly she speaks up once again "Come find me whenever you're not busy."

His eyebrows furrowed deeply as he wondered how it would be possible. Almost knowing what he was thinking Iman answers "Before you ask I work every Tuesday to Saturday. And consider yourself lucky 'cause I don't just give my shit out to anyone."

With an unspoken understanding between them. Iman turned her heel and headed towards her ride "See you later Nas." With a small wave, she soon climbed into the Jeep, only to be harassed by the endless teasing she got from the girls.

Watching as the car sped past him, he held the paper tightly in his hand. Although he may have lost a lot of money that night he did win something better in the end.

𝖎. Finally part two is up. After days of fighting for my life and writing 5k words at 1am I did it.  Comment down your thoughts and lemme know what you think. Happy Halloween!