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Young Gods ( Cyrano x Daleeria)

Daleeria

Chef/DJ/Secret Admirer
Joined
Sep 9, 2015
Location
Look behind you.
"I'll appreciate the new ink once I'm done appreciating the pussy," Scarlet was a woman of priorities and right now her number one included a thumb on Jaide's clit, her tongue as deep as she could manage and her other hand reaching up to pinch and flick one of those sensitive nipples she loved so much. Giving Jaide the full treatment and loving how those surprisingly strong thighs really gripped her head as she worked. Of all the pussies she had eaten in the last year and a half none of them had even tasted half as sweet as this one did. Yeah, the taste had changed over time but it was still nectar of the gods to the red haired porn star.

"Fucking cum for me Jaide," Scar demanded in a much stronger dom voice than what she had developed the last time Jaide had seen her. It was clear Scar had played a step up from power bottom for a few bitches that were at the bottom of the food chain when it came to being fucked by two thirds of the infamous Trio. Now her hands left their toys and grabbed those thighs, hiking them up in the air and spreading them with some force as she buried her face as deep in that pussy as she could after a quick breath for air. She wasn't coming up until she had Jaide screaming and writhing underneath her.



"So that makes you sort of my boss too, doesn't it?" Monae seemed to relax a little bit more with that explanation. It made perfect sense to her for a structure like this to have multiple partners, and for his woman to be in charge of what she was then. Though the home check up was a little unusual, she felt, she wasn't going to complain about attractive company and she was fairly sure he was more than just 'checking in on his girls'. She really wouldn't have been surprised if Scarlet had truly sent him over to convince Monae to try white dick. "Well I'm settling in nicely-" her eyes fell on everything he set on the kitchen counter as she set her yoga mat in the corner of the room next to one of those huge exercise balls by the TV.

Slowly, she came back over to him. "Would you like a beer, boss?" she tilted her head up at him as she came within inches of him, still smelling lightly of sweat from her previous workout right before he walked in mixed in with coconut oil in her hair and a tropical bodywash that was faint under the circumstances. "Sorry you caught me after my work out, Scarlet mentioned you might stop by at some point but she never told me when otherwise I'd be showered and dressed decently. You look like you're ready for a party?"
 
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CyranoDeBergerac
Joined
May 27, 2020
Scarlet's love was a force of nature something that could not be slowed, stopped, or resisted. From the moment she set her designs on Jaide's body the end result had been inevitable. On top of the advantages she already had over knowing intimately every curve of Jaide's body and ever fold of her sex, Jaide had been effectively celibate for longer than she had ever been since first losing her virginity, which left her a pyre waiting for a spark introduced to the blow torch that was Scarlet Lawrence. Scarlet knew just how to tweak and tease her sensitive, pierced nipples to bring her right to the edge before adding the worship of her tongue as well. Still Jaide had fought for as long as she could to hold back her screams, combatting her willpower against Scarlet's own. It was a foolish fight that Jaide was bound to lose.

She was able to hold out for her first orgasm, biting her lip so hard she thought it would breath as her thighs clamped down on her red locks. She twisted and turned while digging her nails into the head board but she did not scream or cry out for more than a long sustained moan. When that level of satisfaction did not satisfy her lover, and when Scarlet showed the backbone she had grown since Jaide had left, the brunette's resolve broke, shattering into a million pieces as Scarlet forced her to her second and then third orgasm in a matter of minutes, until Jaide's toes were throwing up gang signs, her whole body was in a tug of war with Scarlet to try and pull herself off of Scarlet's tongue and she was screaming herself hoarse trying to beg Scarlet for mercy.

"Oh geeze! Oh God! DAMN! Scarlet I came you can stop!" She hollered while obviously enjoying herself, feeling the edge of a fourth orgasm rapidly approaching.


"Yeah I suppose it does." Jax answered her question about him being her boss. The way he figured it there were four ways that this meeting to go in order to get what he thought Scar wanted out of it. The bluntest option, the option that he doubted anyone really wanted to go with, was that he just take her and make her enjoy it. He certainly had the strength and body to do so, but he doubted that outcome would be for the best. The next option was to pull the, I'm your boss and I can get you a lot of creative freedoms and gigs you'd like if you'd just show me a good time. If that option worked than fine he could go with it. The third option was the one he was leaning towards. Presented with a couple thousand dolalrs worth of drugs and cash Monae was gonna get the hint. Fourth, the option that he thought was the most fun was he would just be himself and her panties would drop right on schedule.

"I would love a beer babe." Jax said to her, his tongue flicking out onto his panty-dropper grin for a second as he watched her do what girls in the Life quickly learned was their second most important job. At least, if they were on the level that Monae was at. Kate and Scarlet and all those types could have their deep conversations about massaging souls as well as cocks and all of that on their own time. "And don't worry, I'm used to girls getting all hot and sweaty around me." He teased her, seeing how she responded to his flirting before both of their eyes went to the trove on the counter.

"Oh this, I guess you can just think of it as a house warming present. A way to make sure you land alright and get yourself set up real well. I like to look after my investments so they look after me." The way he said it made it sound as innocent as a gang leader dropping off $200 of weed, a $1000 of blow, and some extra cash on top possibly could sound; all while having that look on his face that promised he'd be doing lines off of her ass and she'd be doing lines off his dick before he left here today.
 

Daleeria

Chef/DJ/Secret Admirer
Joined
Sep 9, 2015
Location
Look behind you.
Any other woman may have stopped once her partner was begging for her to stop... A normal woman would have slowed up, broke off, cleaned up and maybe joined Jaide for some cuddles...

Scarlet was no normal bitch and was going for broke, so instead of listening she pulled her mouth off that delicious pussy, launched herself up Jaide's body to latch on to a nipple. Her hand slid between Jaide's legs, middle and index finger hooking into that bundle of nerves she knew would have her screaming even louder and she did a hard finger fuck to her lover. She didn't stop sucking and fucking until the brunette Jewess had eyes rolled back and couldn't even make another sound other than a constant gasp.

"Just because you came never stopped me before..." Scarlet smirked up at Jaide before kissing her passionately, mouth still very much tasted of Jaide's pussy. Her degradation kink had truly blossomed to a point of not caring what was on her breath when she kissed. There was always something when you were a porn star sex goddess. "after all I needed to make sure your cunt remembers who it belongs to..."


Monae couldn't help but giggle at his line about girls getting hot and sweaty around him. She had a feeling she was going to be one of those girls fairly soon. Monae's spiritual beliefs were complicated at best, and irrelevant except for the fact she felt something radiating off of Jax... Something she had felt radiating off of Joan and Scarlet, but far more intense... A deep seeded power that filled the room with every confident breath he took. Monae didn't fuck white guys, but Jax didn't feel like just any guy.

"That's a hell of a housewarming gift!" the tattoo'd twenty-one-year-old got very close to him, standing so their bodies were a mere half inch from one another, sliding the beer into his hand with a flirty smile before taking him by his other hand and leading him over to the couch. "Take a load off and chill. So Scar tell you exactly what I do for you? I'm sure a man like you has more important things that to keep track of so many bitches. I do videos, but I also put sixteen years of ballet to good use on a pole too..."

She left that last innuendo open for Jax to abuse with a dirty little smirk as she walked her perky yoga pant covered ass into the kitchen for a minute, grabbing the weed on the way and reappearing with a fresh blunt a minute later.

On her way back to him she picked up a lighter and the cash, boldly straddling his lap and slipping the blunt into his mouth and handing him the cash. "And I'm more than willing to show you all my talents if you want to shove money in my thong like a baller?"
 
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CyranoDeBergerac
Joined
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Scarlet's need to give pleasure was nothing new to Jaide, she and Jax had gotten her to do some nasty shit in order to get them off just because she got off on getting other people off. What was new and did surprise her was that when Jaide told her to do something, not being serious enough that if they ahd safewords she would've used one, Scarlet didn't stop and instead did something that Jaide had never seen before. Her body was already feeling raw when those beautiful lips clamped around her nipple and she started to scream again. She lost her grip on the head board and struggled like a drowning woman to grab it and failed, knocking the pillows off of the bed as Scar's fingers hooked into her and fucked her mercilessly.

All words vanished from Jaide's mind as she lost count of her orgasms and she became too exhausted to even writhe in pleasure on Scarlet's fingers, her eyes rolled back as she spasmed pathetically, completely at Scarlet's mercy. Jaide had never felt quite like this when fucking Scar, like Scar was fucking her as opposed to the other way around. Jaide had only felt like this, this submissive and truly fucked, with Jax. It was a lot for her to take in all at once. When Scarlet finally let her have mercy Jaide's whole body collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, absolutely listening with sweat. Her shirt had folded under her already and was pretty much a soaked sweat rag. Jaide only had the strength to softly kiss her love back as the redhead climbed on top of her.

Scarlet had never talked about Jaide's cunt like that, had always been the bottom bitch, and the change made Jaide's skin prickle in such a good way.

"Mmmm, when did you get a dick mommy?" Jaide asked before realizing what she ahd just said. It wasn't like Jaide's mommy and daddy issues weren't well known. A few seconds after the word escaped her mouth Daddy-Jaide woke back up and a hand shot to Jaide's lips. "I never said that." He said pointing at Scar, her cheeks flushed from sex and embarassment.


Jax reached up and ran a hand through her hair, knowing just how touchy black girls could be about their hair, but the look on his face and the confidence he gave off said: 'I own you.' Just daring her to tell him he couldn't touch whatever he wanted. To drive this message home, when she straddled him he set his beer to the side and reached that hand around her back and took a firm grip on her ass- pressing her deep against his crotch. Letting her know exactly what he was packing. He was certainly liking the sound of what he hearing as he chewed on the butt of the joint.

"I know a lot of girls who started out modelling for Phantasies that moved up to videos, and I know girls who went from videos who started taking appearance fees and offering dates because they saw how good the money was." He paused for a second releasing her hair and lighting up his joint, eyeing up that piercing on her lip. "And I know a lot of your coworkers who will do a lot of shameless shit when they figure out just how generous a Regulator can be." He didn't say how generous he could be, but the implication was clear. The gifts currently sitting on her kitchen counter were only the start of what he could give to a girl who gave him whatever he wanted. More than one goomah to Di Capri mafioso's got their appearances at Di Capri parties because they asked Jax to add their names to the list.

Inhaling the joint he exhaled from his nose, blowing the weed right into her face. "Why don't you go shower and slip into something comfortable and I'll be out here nice and comfortable?" He asked her in that way he had of 'asking' for something that was really a command.
 

Daleeria

Chef/DJ/Secret Admirer
Joined
Sep 9, 2015
Location
Look behind you.
(Mood Music)

Scarlet nearly came undone at the words that came out of Jaide's mouth, grinding lightly against her and moaning in Jaide's ear. "Of course you never said that, Daddy," she nibbled on Jaide's ear and grinned at the brunette. Hell, who would Scar even tell anyways? It's not like she'd remember by the time she got Jax on board to let Jaide back in. Still, those pale cheeks glowed with a new type of happiness she hadn't felt in far too long. She buried her still semi-wet face in Jaide's neck lovingly, inhaling her scent. "God damn have I missed you... Lots of things have changed about me that you don't even know. Lots of surprises in store for you..."

Those words were full of so much hope and promise, as if there wasn't a huge obstacle standing in the way of their shared happiness. Now more than ever, Scarlet was certain this was the right move. That gaping black hole that had been drawing on her soul for years now was quiet, all the noise in her head settled to a low roar as she rested her head on Jaide's chest, kissing the new ink under her breasts. "This is magnificent..." her tongue came out as she licked the ink sensually, as she had done so many times to other pieces on Jaide's body. "But... I think I win for most body mods in the last couple of years, considering I count Izzy as a body mod after what she did to me..."

Even without showing off any of her new ink, she had gained three cartilage studs around the upper part of her left ear. In each stud was a birth stone; her lobes were her own, but then Jax was in January with a garnet stone at the bottom of the line, JJ's in October with an opal in it, and Izzy's, the most recent sharing the same month as her mom with a smaller ruby than in the lobe. The tongue and nipple rings had been there since pretty much the onset of the Trio; Scar had gotten the tongue as a surprise gift to Jax and Jaide. The nipple rings had been Jax and Jaide buying a set she liked and her agreeing to get them done on the spot.

Scarlet got off of the bed, turning and looking at the beauty still collecting herself on the bed with a coy little smirk as her hands came up to move the halter strips over her head and slip the whole affair off of her, exposing a body that wasn't entirely the one Jaide was familiar with.

For a moment Scarlet felt that tinge of self esteem flaring up and she fought so hard to choke it down and drown it out with the music in her head. Jax still loved her body, she had no reason to believe Jaide wouldn't, even with the added curves and the little bit of baby weight that Scar just couldn't shake. All her co-stars even loved the extra bit to handle, so why couldn't Scar just accept it was a part of her and grow to love it? Jaide's approval would go a long way in making her feel less self conscious. All she knew was she was there with the woman she loved most, and she wanted Jaide to see her in her full glory.

Framing under her breasts was an old line of red, white and blue stars, 13 in total with the roman numeral for 13 inked right between the glorious mounds and Regulators filling the space underneath, completely covering the front part of her ribcage. This had been one of her first pieces that had solidified her as Jax and Jaide's territory and the love in their eyes as they had kissed her after it was complete was something burned into her brain to this day.

The new addition to this particular area wasn't very clear with her shirt on, but now Jaide could clearly see the floral details covering those pale shoulders, and Jax's name splayed across her chest over her breasts, one she had gotten right before Jax had gotten out of prison. 'I wanted to give you a nice place to cum' had been her excuse as he shoved his dick in her mouth for the first time in far too long........

With the top off, she started to turn it into more of a show, climbing back on the bed and straddling Jaide's hips again so she could get a good view of every new aspect of the red haired bombshell. Somehow her strapless bra kept her now DDD's contained but that was quickly shed as well revealing she had slipped her nipple rings in. But that wasn't the thing she knew would draw Jaide's eyes. There was a new tattoo on the left side of her ribs next to the final star on that side, at least it was new to Jaide that said No Regrets with Jax's name under it. The way Jax was aligned with the rest of the ink looked... awkward, as if there had been intention for more going there, and if you looked close enough you could see the barest evidence that there had been something else there before. Scarlet touched it lightly before rocking her hips against Jaide's crotch, starting to undo those jean shorts and Scarlet wasn't in the habit of wearing panties much anymore thanks to Jax's love of ripping them off of her.

The cherries that represented their shared love for Jax had been touched up in recent years; the red was a little fresher after a particularly rough butting heads with Jax over finances.

At last, the big reveal. Scarlet kissed Jaide before kneeling above her again and turning around to expose her grandest piece yet; right above the tramp stamp of two revolvers with roses and a set of brass knuckles Jaide had personally picked out for Scarlet in a flurry of ink that they had gotten when money was flowing nice and Rachel's business was doing so well she was basically experimenting on the Trio just for shits and giggles, and a little bit of weed. Rachel had been the one to give Jaide and Scarlet their cherry tattoos the day they decided that Jax's Christmas gift was getting to have both of his cakes and eat them, and maybe even watch them eat each other.

There he was, the Devil himself in the guise of an angel immortalized on his Queen's back. The angel she had started at eighteen had now become the very vision of Jax shirtless with accurate ink details and a crown hovering above his upturned head in Reg's colors. She let it set in for a second, letting Jaide soak in the thing she had done basically the week after Jaide and she had blown up.

Scar pulled her shorts over those wide hips pulling them down and sliding out of them before turning her head to Jaide with an evil smirk. "Jax bought me a diamond..." she lay down on her back next to Jaide to show off that diamond clit ring that she very rarely removed. The one thing Jaide wouldn't be able to see with this little strip show was the tattoo on the back of her calf with JJ's and Izzy's names and birth dates.



In another part of town, and of all the black girls in the world, this was one who wasn't hyper sensitive about her hair being touched... If she was she wouldn't be doing the type of porn that included a big black hand gripping her head while she choked on a guy's oversized dick. She had long discovered a good man controlling her head by her hair felt so good that any other issue was negligible.

Monae did something she hadn't done off camera in a minute; she moaned as his big hand gripped her ass and pressed their crotches hard together. She could feel his weapon and she couldn't help but lean in and whisper in his ear: "That's a hell of an extra gun you're packing there, sir..." before crawling off his lap and motioning to the bed. "Why don't you get comfortable on the bed, and after my shower I can show you what your money pays for?" she offered, even though it was a given that's exactly what he was getting at this point.

The lovely little dancer smiled and disappeared into the bathroom and into the shower, cleaning off her workout and simultaneously considering what to do to keep Jax impressed. That amount of cash and drugs was obviously just a sample of what she could get if she played her cards right.

So as she dried off, she did a bit of make up, nothing too fancy, just a bit of purple-pink lipstick and máscara and eyeliner, fixed her hair, and slipped into something he could easily rip her out of if he wanted: blue lace lingerie that hooked to white fishnet thigh highs and over it a red satin robe. If she was entertaining the very leader of the 13th Street Regulators, she might as well dress in his colors there was a closet in the bathroom that held most of her clothes. She hadn't acquired a dresser yet but that was next on her list.

"If only more apartments had stripper poles..." were her first words to him as she sauntered back out with her portable stripper pole in hand, something that was quick to set up and hooked into a base she already had attached to her ceiling.

She hooked it in and made sure everything was set up before flipping on the music and giving him a charming smile, one she gave her clientele at Phantasie's.

Monae swayed her body and danced for Jax to the song, letting him see her work the pole with the talent and grace that came from years of dancing. Her long dark legs stood out against those white thigh highs and her robe gave brief flashes of the dark blue underneath as she loosened the tie little by little and finally let the robe drop as she swung around the pole.

The blue lace showed off her body mods much better than her work out outfit; a belly button ring flashed as she posed at the pole for a minute, letting his eyes ravage as he saw fit. The lace didn't even conceal the hardened nipples and the rings in them as well. Beyond that, there was her thick lip ring, a tongue piercing hidden behind it, and a nose stud in the right side of her nose that she had removed during exercise.

As for ink, on her left arm was webbing and a skull with a knife through it that read 'For those I love I will sacrifice'. Her chest was covered in clouds and stars of different colors, a piece she had let a friend do out of boredom. As she climb up and rotated around to pole again he'd see her back piece. Thus far she hadn't been able to afford more ink yet, but she wanted to be covered in ink by the time she was old and gray.

She climbed the pole a bit higher and let herself fall back upside down so that she was facing him, showing the grip of her thighs and looking at him to see if he was enjoying the show.
 
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CyranoDeBergerac
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Jaide's lip quivered when Scarlet said those words 'what she did to me'. Some nights Jaide still woke up from haze-filled nightmares of her first birth. Never, not in a million years, would Jaide blame JJ for the damage that that pregnancy had done to her physically and psychologically. For the briefest of moments the brunette was terrified that Scarlet's own pregnancy had left scars on her similar to Jaide's own. The pain, the post-partum, the addiction and the overdose were all part of the trauma that occured when a girl got pregnant at fifteen and became a mother at sixteen. There had been good times too, the joking shirt that Dasia had gotten her at her baby-shower that said 'MILF'; waking up in the middle of the night and making Jax run and get her fish tacos from a specific 24/7 store in Chinatown. Both Scarlet and Jax coming home from work and collapsing in bed with Jaide, using her baby bump as a pillow so that the four of them could cuddle together. There was so much good that outweighed the bad that she had not been able to see from the pit that was addiction.

The fear in her eyes was replaced with awe as Scarlet slipped from the bed and allowed the halter top to disappear, revealing the adult body that had replaced the teen from Jaide's memory. In high school the girls had been similar enough in body type for the teen runaway to go months wearing Jaide's clothes without causing serious issue (except ruining half of the collars of her t-shirts when she borrowed them.) The two had been in the same weightclass, only Jaide carried her weight in her ass and Scar ruined bra's monthly with how quick they were growing. Growing up in Oak Hills, you didn't necessarily get to spoil yourself on your food options, but they had both never gone hungry in the Jackson household. But Scar had certainly grown since they'd last seen each other and Jaide had to admit, she was liking the new curves.

Laying back and enjoying the show, Jaide finally felt herself again, her eyes feasting on the sight of all of the new ink. An audible gasp escaped her lips when Scarlet turned around and revealed the masterpiece she had been working on since before Jax had ever gone to prison. It had turned out just as beautifully as Jaide had pictured it. She was particularly impressed by the way Rachel had been able to get the angel to look so much like Jax. For a moment Jaide was truly speechless.

Then Scar layed down on the bed and showed her the last mod and Jaide once again started to cry. Jax had been using that line on both of them for so long, 'the only diamond ring I'll ever give you is a clit ring', Jaide's stupid teenage-self had always thought that that was so romantic. Now, looking over and seeing the diamond on her lover she realized just how much she had lost to her addiction. Reaching out she ran a hand through that red hair, moving as close to Scarlet as she could and kissing her cheek, the tears still falling from her eyes.

"You are so beautiful Scarlet Lawrence."



Girls had been dancing for Jax's entertainment since he was thirteen. At some point you would think that it would get old or become repetitve, but every knew work of art that performed for him became a novel experience. No two human beings were the same, Jax had learned, and it always fascinaed him at how different every girl could be- no matter how similar they had first appeared. This one time he had fucked this set of twins who- well that was a story for another time. Rising from his seat Jax continued to smoke the joint she had rolled for him, taking the pack of cocaine, the money and his beer over to her bed and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. While the sound of the shower came through the thin walls Jax reached down and undid his boots, setting them off to the side for later.

Next he reached under his hoodie and pulled out his M1911, setting it off to the side onto the night stand, still close enough so that it wouldn't be a long reach for him if he needed to use it but far enough away it shouldn't be a threat for the girl from New York. he piled his KA-BAR on top of the cocaine for later use as well and they lay down on the bed relaxing and enjoying the blunt. When Monae finally returned from slipping into something more comfortable he raised an eyebrow, impressed that she had an ensemble that was so- patriotic. Pretending that he was simply an investor enjoying his investment, and not a totally immoral gangster using his position of power to solicit sex from one of his workers, he crossed his fingers in front of his lap and laid back and enjoyed the show.

As she hung there for him, upside down and demonstrating the grip of her thighs, his own dark eyes feasted on every inch of exposed flesh, on every dark curve of her beautiful body. Scar had certainly given him a nice little treat when she sent him on this assignment and he was going to need to pay her back for all of the enjoyment he was about to have. Monae certainly seemed to have taken the hint though, she was making more money today entertaining him that she would from a short video or working a really good night at some of the best strip clubs in the Hills. As she danced he had tossed some bills down on the ground at her feet, planning to look forward to watching her scramble for them when she finished her dance.

Standing up he rolled three hundred dollars into a roll and stepped towards her seeing how long she could hold herself in that position as he brought the roll to her lips, commanding her to open up and take the money into her mouth. "I love a cunt with some grip." He said, running his fingers down her side for a second before stepping back and returning to his seat on her bed, still expecting her to hang there as he connected his phone to her speakers and played the next song for her.

The beat should be recongizable from the start.
 

Daleeria

Chef/DJ/Secret Admirer
Joined
Sep 9, 2015
Location
Look behind you.
Scar had vehemently turned down the epidural when offered; she was afraid. Afraid of ending up like Jaide, and she was pretty sure if she followed that path that Jax would have put her out of her misery the moment he knew. The red head couldn't blame him for it after how everything had gone down in those days. He hadn't even had the courtesy of Scarlet calling him to break the news; instead Kate called him and she hadn't been gentle about it. The agony was beyond anything imaginable; she had nearly passed out mid push because Izzy's fat head didn't want to come the fuck out, and the only reason she hadn't was because Kate had called her a little bitch and fueled Scar into her last push out of pure spite. A moment later the pain was gone, stolen by the first very loud wail of her baby girl.

A manicured hand came up to Jaide's cheek and wiped away a tear, her eyes starting to well up now as well as all the emotional rawness bubbled to her surface and she was able to bury her face in Jaide's curls and just inhale her shampoo. "Thank you... It's been a while since I've actually felt it..." it was so easy to be real with Jaide, to lay the burden on her heart down and know that while Jaide would probably chastise her for feeling that way, it was worth it just to be able to say those words out loud. Jax would never understand what she meant when he was constantly fucking and worshipping her... well a little less lately, but that was because they were both highly distracted between their responsibilities, the kids and of course the emotional weight of Jaide slipping through the cracks again.

Scar rested her head against Jaide's, holding her tightly. "I can't even find the words to begin to tell you how fucking much I needed this. We're not whole without you Jaide, I'm not sure we can ever be..." she whispered into those dark curls with tears in her eyes and her arm wrapping and pulling Jaide into a true hug, the type that she basically wrapped her whole being around Jaide as securely as she could. The we wasn't just she and Jax though, but JJ did deserve to know the woman that birthed him... and while Izzy would never know the presence of Jaide missing, she would see her parents sad for the rest of their days.



Him giving in to the show and tossing bills at her feet only got her into it more, losing herself to the music and flashing him her best charming smile. "It'd be better if it wasn't the middle of the day and I had some strobe lights. Oh well, next apartment I get I'm going to have a real pole in my bedroom," she spoke like she fully intended to stay around a little while, and she did; even the meager roles she had so far and her couple of weeks at the strip club was more than she was making back in New York between 60 hours of dance practice and classes a week, plus trying to pay a $1000 rent... and that was for a place she shared with four other people! $1000 each! Here she was paying a little over a quarter of that, and sure the place was small but it was all hers...

And if this is how the Regs treated their girls and if she ingratiated herself enough to Jax and Scarlet, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad of a life in Haven City.

That's why Monae opened those pretty lips wide and took the cash in her mouth as her hand ran up his hoodie before watching him walk away. There was a devilish smirk when the first beats filled the studio apartment. It wasn't hard to take a hint, at least if you had half a brain. And Monae wouldn't have made it as far as she did in college if she hadn't had half a brain... but killing herself before even getting out of school into the real world of dancing had stopped appealing her after a few too many months of coke binges and throwing up in the bathroom because she was barely eating trying to meet standards that were just unrealistic, especially for a black woman from certain stock. It was a dancer eat dancer world, cruel and cold unless you grouped together with the right peeps.

Monae had to work her core in ways she hadn't done in a bit too long outside of her daily yoga and stretching, but with that master grip of her thighs she held on and her torso and shoulders moved to the music as she slowly folded her body nearly in half, slipping the money into her stocking with just her mouth before shimmying her way down, moving her shoulders and chest as she came back to position. She licked her lips as she stared at him, letting her legs control her descent to the ground with great precision, until her back was laying on the floor with her hair splayed out below her in the pile of bills he had thrown at her feet earlier. She flashed those brown eyes at him, rolling over onto her stomach before starting to pick each dollar up with her mouth, stuffing them into the lingerie where she could and ending the song on her knees in front of Jax, half way between him and the pole with her stockings and top packed with cash, panting lightly but looking so alive. Maybe it was the fact she could tell he appreciated whatever novelty she brought to his table by his vibe and the look in his eyes, or the fact she was sort of jonesing for a line of coke and she was suddenly very willing to snort it right off of Jax's dick if he so commanded.
 
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CyranoDeBergerac
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First words died on her throat, it was absolutely ridiculous that Scar thought that she was anything less than a 10/10. Jax wasn't the master at aftercare, they both knew that, so maybe years without the girls taking caare of that had fucked with her, but that didn't seem like it was the case. Jaide had always noticed that Scarlet didn't realize how beautiufl she was and she put that on a mix of the shit her father had pulled on her and then the abusive tricks that Bela had added on top of that. Jaide getting on her about the negative statements wasn't going to change anything so she just stayed silent for a time and let the redhead unload her burdens. Then they were hugging, embracing each other in body and soul and just being with each other in the moment without any sounds save their breathing.

When enough time had passed Jaide slipped out of the hug with a gentle kiss to Scar's lips to let her know that she wasn't rejecting her by moving. Naked was her natural state when around the redhead so she felt no inclination to slip on a robe or t-shirt as she stepped out of the bed and moved to where she had the vodka and orange juice chilling. She added some sass to her strut letting Scar enjoy the view of Jaide's back that hadn't really changed since the last time she had see it. Her hair was a little longer, her body a little fitter, but she was still a blank slate of light brown skin that ended in her 13th Street Regulators tramp stamp over her fit ass. As her hair shifted the scar of the knife she had taken to the shoulder blade in one of her first skirmishes after Scar came to live with the Jacksons the only real mark on her back. One of the first times the redhead had needed to patch up one of the two loves of her life but certainly not the last.

"Babe, I love you, but I did not go out and buy all this orange juice and vodka so that we could lay naked in bed and ugly girl cry like teenage girls over a breakout with mediocre dick." Jaide bent over and arched her back as the mixed up two tall glasses of screwdrivers, speaking witha lot of confidence that she didn't actually feel. For starters no one would ever call Jax's dick or the way he used it anywhere close to 'mediocre.' But if Jaide admitted how much of a wreck her heart was over that man then she would never be able to get through the rest of the day and what was in the bag that Scar had brought for her. Swallowing, she put on her Jaide-Daddy face and took charge, her eyes not quite challenging Scar to try and pull out that top energy again and see who got put in her place.

"So here's what we're gonna do bitch," why was that word so romantic for the two of them? Probably Jax's fault. "we gonna drink this screwdrivers, you're gonna tell me all of the gossip I missed, you're gonna show me what's in that bag, then Imma grab that strap I've got in my bags and dick you down like you ain't been dicked down in too long. Sound like a plan?" Jaide liked to pretend that her dick game was as good as Jax's, when in reality she knew that it was about a totally different thing when they fucked than when Jax fucked either of them.



There was a good bit of admiration in Jax's eyes as they feasted on the contortionist talents on display for him in this private strip show. Calli was a little more flexible (bendable really) and there was maybe one or two girls at certain clubs around the city who had more talent; but Jax had to admit that this girl was good and profitable too. Once her back hit the floor he watched her gather more of the bills using only her mouth, wondering if it was even an ego hit for her- degrading herself before a white man like this. As soon as her back hit the floor he was making it rain on her chest, eyes feasting on her ink and piercings. Finally the display came to an end with her on her knees halfway between him and the pole. His dark eyes had noticed Monae's eyes dip to the coke more than once while she moved which brought him even more ideas.

Climbing off the bed he stepped towards her, standing in front of her with the remaining bills in his hands. "Not bad, not bad." He told her as he took the (now much smaller) stack of bills slipping it into her panties until the pressed up against her sex in the thing material, keeping her head at his crotch level so that she could see just what he was working with. His dark eyes didn't leave hers as he took a step back, picking up the package of cocain and looking at her.

"So you're not as anti-white as you told my bitch." He said fixing his smile and gaze on her, daring her to deny it. "So, wanna do a line with me?"
 

Daleeria

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Scarlet chuckled and sat up, eyes locked on that ass and the ink above it. "That ass would look better with my handprints on it!" she called after her beloved and decided to get up and grab the backpack.

"Mama Scarlet's bag of tricks. First of all, snacks..." Scarlet pulled out a small little table cloth and put it on the little motel room table with a scented candle for romantic effect. This was joined by a bag of homemade tortilla chips and a glass jar of Marisol's salsa, another bag of the puppy chow Dasia had made, two huge brownies that were Scarlet's own recipe and a couple of bags of gummy worms, their shared snack of choice. "A little taste of home."

Scarlet also pulled out a book, obviously a photo album. "I had to use a really huge black guy standing threateningly behind me to get the photo shop guy to print those basically overnight. From Izzy's party, plus some other shit in my phone. Luckily I had already picked up this album and had a late night couple nights ago that I got to put it together real quick, captions and all. Like 250 photos. Jax got me a professional camera a while back for Christmas..." Scar set that aside and set the bag down. "There's another thing or two, but that's for later. So Javi and Dasia are having a baby. Ty and Marisol have little Tyr, Izzy's best friend in the whole world next to JJ. Only baby she doesn't give the stank eye to and she actually is really gentle around. I'm trying to manifest red haired black grand babies right now so by the time they get married God will be tired of hearing my shit and just give me what I want!"

Scar flipped the photo book open and the first half was just of the crew back home, pointing everyone out, Jax noticibly absent for most of them. This wasn't intentional, Jax just never sat still for five minutes with everyone around. Besides this was more about the gossip portion of Jaide's request.

The second half of the book started with a couple of pictures of Che, JJ and his new guitar. And then some staged photos of the four Jacksons together around Izzy's cake and opening gifts. And then it was just a sea of the kids. "in... More complicated news... Joan gave me some street level control of some of the girls, and is turning over more of the studio to me as time goes. Next month I'm premiering the first porn I've ever written and mostly directed by myself...

As Scar chewed on a gummy worm, she gave Jaide a look and decided to tackle one of the many elephants they'd have to address eventually. "I know... My 'acting' was something you and Jax never wanted for me, but it's... Not just porn. It's fulfilling. I get to do whatever I want with my body, and to other girls bodies... And the money is great now that I have a catalogue. And I love the girls I work for. Sure, they aren't the Squad, but once a month we have Porn Star Brunches where all of us get together for mimosas and gossip, it's a community. They get that part of me. And they appreciate that even as a producer and boss I'm still willing to get down on the floor and lick their feet for a scene!" there was an obvious glow of pride to the red head as she spoke of her work as if she had found her true calling on a Stage finger fucking girls for Joan.


Monae followed him without even thinking about it, crawling on her knees until her face was literally pressed against his balls like a little slut. She didn't remain there very long, shimmying her way up his body and pressing her nose against his neck. Her hand rested on his chest as she looked up at him, considering both of his statements for a minute. "You got some big dick energy coming off of you, confidence, swagger... It's kind of intoxicating. No wonder Scar and Calli are addicted to you...You got me curious if a white boy can actually fuck..." she got a bit closer, inhaling his scent and grinning. She knew she shouldn't, but it was just a line and a hot fuck with a white guy, a one time thing so what was the harm? "I'll do a line if I can do it off that dick of yours..."
 
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