Rhapsody is torn between two worlds. Trying to balance what her mother taught versus what the Lady Guardians and Chris offer becomes tumultuous. Working to change her destiny may be too much and cause her to revert to the person she believes she’s destined to be.
Exotic dancer Kesha “Rhapsody” Armstrong performs at one of the ATL’s hottest strip joints in the city. Forced into a corrupt sexual world as a minor, her outlook on life is a bit warped and her ability to trust does not exist. Men come a dime a dozen in her life, but a run-in with a client from the club has her wondering if she can have more than the tragic circumstances that has comprised her life. In pursuit of those answers, she joins the Lady Guardians seeking that sense of sisterhood and camaraderie her life’s been missing.
Christopher Scott’s world revolves around co-parenting his daughter with his ex and enjoying his guys’ nights out. A chance encounter with Rhapsody at Flaming Diamond, has Chris wanting to know the woman, not the dancer who hides behind a façade of entertainment. But the storm that brews around his new love interest may jeopardize his relationship with his daughter. Can he forgive the secret from her past she has withheld from him?
WARNING: The below content is for mature audiences only. The excerpt contains sexually graphic content.
The woman looked back at Chris again, lifting an eyebrow. “C’mere, can we take it to a private booth,” he suggested, getting up and grabbing her hand, pulling her behind him. Chris led her through the darkened club to a booth where they closed the curtain for privacy. Sliding his wallet out of his back pocket, he removed two fifties, two twenties, and a ten and handed it to her, paying her for her time.
“You gon’ make this one-fifty worth my while, right? I’m not just throwing it away on anything,” he said, stroking his beard.
“You wouldn’t have brought me back here if you didn’t think I was capable, would you?”
He smiled and winked at her, just before the music started. Since he had paid her to be exclusively his for half an hour, he hoped she would make it worth his time and money.
Chris stretched his long legs out in front of him, watching Rhapsody spin around in a few erotic movements, gyrating her hips to the beat of the music. She worked her way to the pole set up a few feet away.
He sat back, a drink in his hand as he watched her perform. The first number was seductive, but hands-off. His eyes never left her for one second, and he often found himself biting down on his bottom lip and nodding his approval, wanting so much more than just this dance.
After the first song, she began working her way back towards him. Rhapsody engaged him in the dance by touching him a few times and climbing onto his lap, provoking groans when he struggled to keep his hands to himself. He wanted desperately to lay her across the table and have his way with her, but he would never cross that line with a woman no matter how much he wanted her. He knew this was her job, and nothing more.
When the second to the last song came on, Rhapsody allowed him to become more involved in the performance. As she eased her way up to him, her face was at his crotch, allowing her to replicate oral sex on him before sliding up and onto his lap, straddling him.
Arms looped around his neck, swaying side to side, her nipples grazed his lips teasingly, before she leaned back, her hair sweeping the floor. Rhapsody worked her hips, grinding against his shaft which was prodding her. When the beat dropped, she flipped around, her behind plopping into his lap.
Chris’s hands rested on her hips, as he struggled to restrain himself from bending her over and filling her. As the music thundered and grew harder, she popped her booty against his thick rod. He had no doubt she knew she was driving him crazy, with each deep growl he emitted behind her. Rhapsody grabbed his hands and placed them on her bare, smooth breasts coated with oil, working his hands in a massaging technique.
Chris rubbed a thumb over her distended nipples poking out between his fingers. There had to be a law against this type of teasing, of that he was certain. Why had he suggested they come back to this room? Soft mewling sounds escaped her throat, as though she too were caught in the moment. Chris muttered a soft prayer, hoping he did not lose his shit in this club. When he came to these establishments, it was only because his boys orchestrated it. Never had he allowed himself to become so involved or tease himself by having a lap dance. The intimacy of it was more than he could take.
Unable to stay still a moment longer, Chris started pumping underneath her and, Rhapsody’s movements were in sync with his as she worked her hips in time with his movements. His arousal continued to grow, fitting perfectly between her thighs.
Her job was to create and sell a fantasy and she did that well. Clients of the club came here to engage in the fantasy the dancers created. And although he knew she could not ever break with the fantasy, he sensed there was something more instinctive between them. He could feel the moisture growing between her thighs.
Her hands reached down gently bumping his manhood, just before she lowered her head between his thighs. He hissed, his hands splaying across her butt, squeezing and spreading her cheeks.
“Can I take it out,” he whispered.
Rhapsody looked over her shoulder and winked at him. “You know we can’t do that in here,” she said, subliminally suggesting that if they were somewhere else, she might allow him to.
“Pleeezzz,” he murmured. “This shit hurts.”
“Mm-mm, we have to follow club rules.”
Chris thought about how he could get her out the club to have some one on one time. They were obviously vibing with one another and he did not want to lose that.
As the song switched to something slower and a little more intimate, Rhapsody stood up, her feet braced on either side of him on the plush bench he sat on. She lay back on the table, her legs spread wide as she pulsated her vagina, rubbing one hand across her breasts, while the fingers of her other hand toyed with her G-string.
“Yeah,” he muttered as she slowly slid it down her thighs and kicked it onto the floor.
Rhapsody’s fingers moved between her lips, sliding back and forth spreading her juices all around, as she slipped one finger and then another inside of herself.
“Dammmn,” he murmured, as she took his hand and placed it on her clit, rubbing his finger in circles, enjoying the heat and slickness of her warmth. She slid her fingers out of her and sat up, placing a finger against his lip.
Chris opened his mouth, sucking her finger inside, slurping the juices off. He could almost read her thoughts as her mouth fell open and her hooded eyes took on a lustful look. He thought she might be wondering what his mouth might feel like if he were to go down on her.
Sliding off the table, Rhapsody slid onto his lap, grinding against him as his hands gripped her soft, round and perfect ass, barely grazing her slit each time she slid up to rub her breasts against his lips. He was not content to just touch her with his fingers anymore. He wanted to be deep inside of her, releasing the cum that was building up inside of him.
As soon as the song ended, she slid gracefully off his lap and turned to walk away after picking up her G-string.
“Wait! What’s going on?” He jumped up from the booth, feeling sick to his stomach.
“You paid for half an hour. Time’s up,” she remarked coldly.
“Awww, damn, you just gon’ leave a brother like this?” he asked, grabbing his manhood and rubbing it. He felt like he was struggling to breathe as a flood of emotions rushed over him, his eyes flickered over to the two bouncers posted on the opposite wall, who had been in the room prior to his arrival. He had forgotten their presence no sooner than the performance began.
She shrugged. “Unless you want to pay another one-fifty.”
“All right, then let me just holler at you for a minute,” he said, standing up and brushing his hand down his crotch as he straightened his black denim jeans.
“What’s up?” she asked, slowing her pace.
“I thought we were feeling each other for a minute there,” he said, jerking a thumb behind him towards the booth.
“Look, don’t take it personal. This ain’t no love affair or shit. It’s just how I make my money,” she replied, as she walked away.
Chris stared after her. Pissed because his shit was hard, but not able to blame anyone because he knew strippers were in the business of selling a fantasy. Anything more was a product of his imagination.