Episode #2

The Hitz was one of them clubs that was made for everyone.  Four floors were housed inside with each floor representing a different style of music -- reggae, hip-hop, techno, DJ battles -- were the flavors of the night.  There were many private rooms, which catered to smaller affairs, like the strippers tonight.   Sharay and Destiny received double lookovers and long stem red roses from the guy who allowed entrance into the club. 

As soon as they stepped in, the music enveloped them, almost drawing them into a room.

"Hey Girl!" Sharay yelled over the music.  "We still have a half hour or so before the show.  Let's hit the hip hop room."

"I was just about to say the same thing," Destiny replied.   They put on their sexiest smiles and walks and strutted into the hip-hop room with bumping bass greeting them at the door.

"See now," Sharay said, bobbing her head.  "They gon' make me get ghetto up in this piece tonight with this hot music." 

After infiltrating the room fully -- it wasn't too crowded yet, nice enough size to be noticed while you swayed those hips -- Sharay and Destiny began doing their own thang, Sharay moving from side to side in time with the music and the bobbing of the head still in full effect while Destiny quickly scanned the room, checking to see if her "cyber man" might be looking for her.  Noticing that she looked stupid doing that, Destiny closed her eyes and began to dance a lil faster than Sharay, tossing her hands up in the air and swiveling the hips.

They danced for about 15 minutes, both doing their own thang and jiving with the music being played.  As Destiny pivoted on the floor, she knocked into somebody and began to tumble to the floor.  She felt large hands firmly catch her around her back and her ass, holding her towards him.  She didn't even notice the hand on her ass as she began to speak, "I am so sorry, I didn't see..."   She stopped in mid sentence.  Destiny had looked up at who caught her and out of all the people in the world, WHY would it be Devon ?

He just smiled down at her, his hand still firmly holding Destiny's rump.   

"What are you doing here?" they asked in unison.  

"What are you doing here?" Destiny repeated.  Devon leaned in close, his lips next to Destiny's ear, causing her to shiver.  

"I'm looking for someone," he responded.

"Who?" Destiny asked.  "I didn't know you came out to D.C."

"Every once in a while," Devon said.  "What are you doing here?"

"Sharay and I are here...girls night out."   Destiny peeped around Devon , looking to make sure Sharay was near and to check for the mystery man again.

"You looking for someone?" Devon asked, a smile on his face.   Before Destiny spoke, she closed her eyes for a moment and realized WHOSE arms she was in and WHERE one of them hands was.  Taking a step back, Devon 's hands sliding of her body, Destiny answered, "No, just making sure Ray is nearby."

Destiny saw Sharay signaling for her.  "I gotta go," Destiny said.

"Why?  You and I haven't even danced yet."

"Ray and I are going to see the dancers."  Devon laughed.

"So you into that men taking it all off thang?" he asked.

"Not really.  Sharay is MAKING me go, but I might have some fun while there..."

"Yeah, you might."

"Well, I'll talk at you later," Destiny said, giving Devon a fleeting smile as she walked towards Sharay.

"Took you long enough to realize he had his hand on your ass," Sharay said, snickering.

"Shut up and come on," Destiny replied, trying to keep her laughter in.  "I want a good seat for this...up in the FRONT."

Destiny and Sharay were acting like little kids in a toy store as they stepped into the what was now being called "Stripping Room".  The stage was a runway that circled off at the end, with tables and chairs placed throughout the room.  The room was dark, except for a couple of dimmed white spotlights that illuminated the stage.   Destiny and Sharay grabbed chairs right at the end of the stage and giggled and laughed to themselves, awaiting the show.

"Girl," Destiny said, "I think I'm actually nervous."

"Nervous?" Sharay asked.  "Why?"

"Because, I've never seen a man just take it off for me."

"Just shut up girl!" Sharay laughed.  "Just get horny and get over it."  Before Destiny could respond, the lights went out and back on, bumping laserly throughout the room.

"Hellooooo Ladies," a female voice boomed through the speakers.   "Welcome to The Hitz and Ladies Night in the Stripping Room.  Get ready for four of the most entertaining males in D.C."

"Take if off!" a woman in the back yelled, igniting laughter from the crowd.

"Put your hands together, ladies, and give it up for Officer Chocolate."  

Whistle calls  and hoots and hollers filled the room as a very tall and very buffed chocolate brotha paraded his sexy self down the runway, stopping to gyrate and dance and shake his money maker in the ladies' faces.

"Shake that ass!" Sharay yelled, jumping up and down in her chair.

"Stop that girl," Destiny said, laughing.  "He'll end up coming down here and shaking it."

"And that would be bad because?"

Destiny had to admit, the brotha had it going on, but she just didn't want to draw attention to herself like that.  Admire from afar.  That was her specialty.   The lights went out, the music stopped, and as quickly as it left, it came back on again, this time a faster techno beat, as the lights flashed all around in a maddening pace.  In one swift motion, Officer Chocolate ripped off his uniform pants and dropped to the floor, clad in only a little black G-string.

He flew his head up, looking straight ahead, down the end of the stage at Destiny and Sharay as he crawled down the length of the stage, his chocolate muscles rippling with every animalistic step.  Destiny felt someone nudge her and turned to face the person.  "Yes?" she asked.

"Girl, he coming to get you," the woman said, laughing.  "He senses fresh blood and they always go after the timid ones."

Destiny tried to put up a bravado, but failed miserably with the woman and Sharay laughing at her.  Officer Chocolate finally made it down to Destiny as he smiled his smile at her.  

Damn, he good looking, she thought as he gave her a wink and slowly rose to his feet, his thing just about in her face.

Destiny automatically squealed at the sight of O.C. gyrating up close to her, his crotch moving close and away, close and away from her face, and her eyes never leaving the sight.   He turned around, his bare ass in her face, as he bent over, shaking it.

"Oh shit!" Destiny and Sharay yelled in unison, as they were giving direct access to his tight gluts and between his legs where he was encased in the very BRIEFEST of cloth.  Sharay dug in Destiny's purse and pulled out some bills.  

"Here Girl," Sharay said, handing the money to Destiny.   "Slip one of these up in that string!"

Destiny blindly took the money and stood, eyes still fixed on O.C. as he shook his thang all up and around her face.  She smiled up at him, and mouthed the words "Come closer" to him, and he did just that, as she reached out, letting her fingers touch the string on his left hip, slipping the bill between the string and his body.  Feeling a lil frisky, she slapped him playfully on the ass, which brought a smile to O.C.'s face. 

O.C. raised his hand to Destiny to take and she suddenly blushed and shook her head no.   All the women started to chant, telling her to go ahead and do that thang.   

"Get yo ass up there," Sharay said, pushing Destiny towards O.C.  He grabbed her hand and pulled her up on stage, turning her so that her back was to him.   The music had turned a little slower, a little sexier as he took her hips in his big hands and began to gyrate against her, making Destiny's eyes widen in surprise.

Before she knew it, the crowd was in a frenzy and so was she.  Dancing and laughing up on stage with O.C., damn near letting him molest her on stage with that big "tool" of his pressing against her as they danced.

Finally, the song ended, and O.C. twirled Destiny around and kissed the palm of her left hand.

"Ladies, Officer Chocolate!!!" the announcer yelled, as every woman in the room stood and clapped.  Before going behind the curtain, O.C. turned back around gave a smile and wink to Destiny, which caused the crowd to oooh and ahhh in Destiny's direction.

"Damn Girl," Sharay said, smacking at Destiny.  "I mean did you cum up there on stage or WHAT?  Y'all were dancing so damn close, I couldn't tell where one began and one ended."

"Hush up," Destiny said, laughing.  "It was nothing...they do this all the time.  I think."

The next hour was filled with the same laughter and heat and excitement as the other three performers came out and riled up the audience.  When the last performer left the stage, women began to get up and leave the room, smiling and laughing as they headed out.

"Hold up Ladies," the announcer said.  "I know this concludes this evening's events, but we have someone special here who would like to do a number for a special lady in the room."

"Oooh, I wonder if that's Officer Chocolate for you, girl," Sharay said, sitting back down, all a smiling.

"Whatever," Destiny said, laughing.

"Ladies, this gentleman is new to our stage, but some of you may know him as the head sports writer for The Sentinel and one of last year's most eligible singles of Baltimore ..."

"Oh my GOD!" Destiny exclaimed.

" DEVON !!!" Sharay said, almost toppling out of her chair from laughing so hard.

"Give it up for Devon Michaels!"

"Why is he doing this?" Destiny asked, as she heard the music begin to play.

As the music began to play, Devon stepped out from behind the curtain to loud whistles and claps from the ladies in the audience.  He was dressed in a V-neck shirt and slacks, all in black.  You know the type of pullover shirts that only look good on a certain type of man?  The ones with the pecs and tight abs?  He was wearing that shirt, okay?

He came out with a little step action, moving his body to the music.  His eyes never left Destiny's face, almost fixated on her.  Even with his spins and dance movements, it was as if he had eyes all over to watch her reaction to him dancing. 

"This man really wants you, Des," Sharay said, in all seriousness.  "Who would do THIS for nothing?"

"Well, I didn't ask him to do this," Destiny responded, shrugging.

Whether she asked him or not, Devon danced his way down to Destiny, stepping down from the stage and standing in front of her, his eyes still on her.  Destiny kept all womanly thoughts way deep down in her mind as he danced in front of her, slowly maneuvering his shirt up and off of himself and dropping it into her lap.  Her eyes quickly took a dip down to check out his hard chest and sprinkling of hair that trailed down beneath his slacks.

Swallowing hard, Destiny rose her eyes back up to his face, showing him indifference as women cheered him on.  Devon took Destiny's hands, placing them on his pecs and slowly moving them down his tight stomach.  

"Damn," Sharay moaned out softly.  

He doesn't feel good, he doesn't look good, Destiny kept telling herself as Devon let her hands go, and they helplessly slipped down his chest, his stomach, lightly over his slacks, almost touching his crotch.  Devon 's eyes flashed into Destiny's as he felt the remnants of her touches on him, and what she almost touched.

Devon turned his back to her and danced his butt close to Destiny as he unbuckled and unzipped his slacks.  Bending over, Devon slid his slacks over his backside, letting them slip to the floor.  At that moment, Destiny had no control over some of the feelings that were flowing through her.  She could barely hear the yelling of the women or Sharay sighing and moaning next to her.  Her eyes were focused on Devon 's black silk boxers, and the fact that he was just hanging under them, with the urge to rise. 

When Devon turned to face her, Destiny's hands automatically rose to his stomach and trailed down and out to his hips, bringing him that much closer to her.  She could smell that clean manly smell coming from his caramel skin, and it was about to intoxicate her.  Destiny was fighting against herself to not succumb to all of this, but her libido was in overdrive, especially when he spread his legs and straddled her lap, leaning in close to her left ear to say, "I want you, Destiny."  Then moving to her right ear to say, "Do you want me, too?"

Destiny answered back with a stifled moan as he secretly maneuvered himself so that his growing manhood could bump against Destiny's hand.  Destiny's eyes instantly locked with Devon 's and she had this urge to kiss him, right there.  And she did.  Leaned in and sucked his lips to hers, kissing him deeply, as her tongue quickly took a dip inside of his warm mouth.  As hot as the kiss was, it ended just as fast.  Breaking the kiss, Destiny smiled, feeling brazen and happy knowing that she threw Devon a curve in his plans. 

He wanted her to respond, but didn't think she would, and now that she had...now what?  Destiny could see a smoldering look in Devon 's eyes.  The music began to slowly fade away, and Devon slipped from his straddling position of Destiny and shook his moneymaker a couple more times for the crowd before retrieving his clothes from Destiny's lap.  He gave her one hard, long look before turning and making it back to behind the stage.

"Thank you goes to Devon for making this a memorable night," the announcer said, her voice a little breathless.  "What do you say, ladies?"

An uproar of stomping and clapping and whistling ensued, with Destiny sitting in her chair, like she was under hypnosis.  Only the shaking and yelling of Sharay shook her from it.  

"Girl!" Sharay yelled.  "He put the shit on you!"

"Mmmm" is all that Destiny could muster.  Her mind was going a million miles a minute and she couldn't catch up.  All she knew is that her panties were soaked, and she hoped that no moisture left them.  Standing on wobbly knees, Destiny turned the back of her dress to check, only adding to the laughter of Sharay.  

"Got yo ass wet, didn't he?" she laughed.  "Hell!   He got MY ass wet!"

Just about every woman in the room came over to hi-five Destiny before leaving, continuing Sharay's laugh fest.  After the room began to thin out, Destiny picked up her purse and turned towards the door.  

"Let's hit it," she said.

"Wait a min," Sharay said.  "You just gon' leave and not talk to him?"

"Why should I wait?" Destiny asked, spinning to face Sharay.  "I didn't ask him to dance, and so now what?  I'm suppose to wait around like a damn groupie!?"  Destiny laughed.  "You can wait, get his autograph for me too while you at it."

Turning around to leave, Destiny bumped into Devon .  "How come every time I turn around you're there?" she asked him.

"Maybe its kismet," he answered, smiling. 

"Hmm, okay."

"I'll be out front waiting for you, girl," Sharay said, not giving Destiny an opportunity to protest.

Devon and Destiny stood there for a while, just staring at one another and rocking back and forth on their heels until Destiny broke the silence.  "So," she began, "why did you do it?"

"Did it get your attention?"

"I'll admit, it did."

"Well then it at LEAST did that because I've tried everything else to try to get it."

"Why do you try to get my attention so much, Devon ?  I mean, do you like self-torture or something?  I haven't accepted any of your advances yet, what makes you think I will?"

"Look Destiny," Devon said, his voice sincere, "ever since you broke up with your ex, I have been trying to show my interest in you.  I also know that you have put down my requests more times than I wish to recall, but this break up has been hard for you and that makes you unable to trust me."

Destiny shook her head and laughed.  "So now you know what I'm thinking?" she asked.  "You think I want to accept your advances but I'm afraid of being hurt?"

"I didn't use those words, Des, you did."

Touché, Destiny thought.  "Okay," Destiny said, nonchalantly.  "Let's say you and I are both right.  Then what?"

"I don't know," Devon said, "but I do know that we shared a dance tonight, and you kissed me.  I also know that you were feeling exactly what I was.  I wanted you, and I think you wanted me, too."

"Devon," Destiny tried to say, but Devon lightly placed his right index finger over her lips.

"You don't have to say anything now," he said.  "Just think about it, Des.  I really do like you and want to get to know you more."

With that, Devon stepped close to Destiny, cupping her chin with his fingers and raising her lips up to his to kiss her.  The kiss was soft and smooth.   

Destiny let out an uncontrollable sigh as Devon inched his tongue into her mouth to find her tongue.  Devon 's hands slid around Destiny's waist, her palms against his chest as they kissed a little longer.

Finally breaking the kiss, Devon whispered, "Good night" to Destiny and headed out of the room.  

Sharay came rushing back in just as Destiny plopped herself onto a chair.

"So what's the haps?" Sharay asked.  "What you guys talk about?"

Staring off into space, Destiny answered, "Kiss."

"He kissed you?"

Destiny shook her head yes.

"'Bout time," Sharay said.  "So what's next?  A date?"

"Dunno," Destiny said, slowly coming back to reality.  "I guess we'll just have to see."

You know the drama continues with EPISODE 3!