A Thug For The Holidays by Talehia Mccants & Ashanti & Amber Shanel & Chamise & Ke'asia Morris & Jazzie

Author:Talehia Mccants & Ashanti & Amber Shanel & Chamise & Ke'asia Morris & Jazzie [Mccants, Talehia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Talehia Presents
Published: 2015-12-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

Royal Gibson

Royal stared at Gisele’s plump bottom as she turned and practically ran away from him and Khloe.

“Are you staring at her ass?!” Khloe demanded. “You’re so fucking disrespectful! But the minute I turn my attention to another man you be all up in my face complaining!” Royal rolled his eyes.

“Calm the fuck down Khloe. And I be all up in your face because I told you that I ain’t fittin’ to fuck no woman that wants to fuck every man that walks up in here. But if you want a next man Khloe, go get him. There’s nothing that I’m going to miss about having you.”

“Oh please! Like another bitch can ride you like I can!” Royal ignored her and continued to look on while his workers decorated the strip club for his Christmas party. “I am talking to you!” She said stomping her foot. A couple of people turned to look at them. Every stripper in the club knew Royal and Khloe messed around but he was getting tired of her trying to act like they were some married couple or some shit.

“You’re working the pole in the V.I.P room tomorrow night,” Royal told her, still ignoring her other statement.

“Excuse me?” She asked.

“I hired you to strip Khloe. So you’re going to do your damn job. Either that, or I can fire you.”

“If you want me completely naked in front of your V.I.P then you must not think highly of me anymore,” she pouted. Royal just shrugged.

“Not that I don’t think highly of you Khloe, I just don’t like the shit you be trying to pull. So, report to work tomorrow and hit the V.I.P room.”

“No,” She said boldly. Royal just shrugged.

“Okay then get out.” He motioned to his security guard and they were by her side in seconds to escort her out. Khloe stared at him in disbelief but said nothing. Royal could care less about who saw her naked body or whatever. Gisele was right. Khloe was a plastic bombshell, and if she paid that much for fake boobs and ass then she might as well show that shit off.

Walking out of the main club, Royal went towards his office. He shook his head as he thought about Gisele. Now that woman; there was nothing fake about her. She was only 5’4, not at all like the tall strippers he had walking around here. But she was perfectly proportioned. Her plump bottom fit well with her rounded breasts. Many times while she did paperwork in his office he could only stare at her and imagine having one hand grabbing her ripe bottom and the other hand wrapped around her perfect breast as he stroked her repeatedly over his desk.

But he always had to blink his eyes and look away from her. Gisele was hella fine there was no doubt about that. Her skin was nice and smooth, the color of honey and she had long wavy brown hair that she always kept curly. Her lips were perfect; her eyes were mystifying and calm.

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