Ariel

Bishop stayed true to his word, sadly. You didn’t see him for almost two days. And you missed him. Badly.

“Alamo hired a new dancer.” You stood at the bar, eating wrap for lunch before the club opened for the day. Magick beside you. “How do you know?” You asked, a little uninterested on this subject. “Tía porque la ví. Tall, blonde, really white, whiter than the light.” Magick points upward.

You turn to see the door that led to the makeup rooms and Eddy’s office. Hearing low chuckles and a ongoing conversation. Just then, Rue comes up. God, what is she wearing? “What the fuck are you wearing?” You ask Rue who stopped on her tracks. “Oh— um, just— just my clothes.” She mumbled.

You had a disgusted expression on your face, taking in her outfit, especially the fanny pack she had on. “You just look so fucking crazy sometimes…” You mumble, going back to eating your food. Rue just giggled slowly, making her way to the office.

“Something about her is so weird, no?” Magick asks you. “No, she’s just a lesbian.” You shrug, but then you think more. “You know, she was the one who took Angel to rehab.” Magick just looks at you, not really going down your path. She shrugs, making you roll your eyes, “When I was at the party at Alamo’s, she’s the one that brought the drugs. How do we know she didn’t actually have something to do with Tish?”

Maybe it’s not the best to share what you knew about the things that had gone down, with Magick out of all people, but you trusted her enough to know she could get on the same page as you. “I thought Tish ran away…” “I heard differently.” You lie. Magick sits up, “Are you saying she’s the reason Tish left?” You couldn’t share more, at least not in this way.

“Think about it, Tish is gone, she gets here. She gets with Angel, Angel is gone.” You whisper. “Y’all didn’t hear? She ran away from rehab.” Just then, Midnight walked by, thankfully only hearing the last part of your sentence. “How you know?” You ask, looking up just to see her shrug. “Words go around.”

After some time, you see Alamo walk out with the new dancer, Kitty. Magick looks up from her drink, facing Alamo, “The bitch can dance?” “She’s from Kansas, Cut her some slack.” Alamo answers, making his way towards the private with her. Gross. Magick scratches her head before looking at you, “Where is Kansas?”

꧂

Bishop texted you to meet at this market to see you. And you were nothing but happy seeing him stand in a corner, hands behind his back.

Quickly you run towards, far too happy to finally seeing him after some days. “I missed you.” You said repeatedly as you kissed his whole face, leaving small lipstick shades on his skin. “Really, I couldn’t tell.” He mutters, finally finding your lips to kiss. Once you pull away, you look down at his hands, holding a small bouquet of roses. Quickly you gasp, taking them from his hands. “You’re so romantic.” “Stop.” He mutters.

Bishop took you out to eat, something he didn’t do as often as he should. But there you were, looking out in the balcony of the restaurant talking away with Bishop. “Alamo brought a new dancer; did you see her?” “Yes.” Bishop answers quickly.

You rest your shoulders back, “Do you think she’s pretty?” You ask, testing the waters. Bishop gives you that look you had gotten so used to, ‘Not up for bullshit’ look you loved each time he did it. “Why would it matter if I think she’s pretty.” You snort, moving your sunglasses out your face, “B, I can’t be the only girl in the world you find pretty.” You state, raising your hand. “Maybe you are.” He responds, making your heart swell.

“What were you doing right now?” You ask Bishop, seeing him stretch his shoulders, “Played a game of poker with Alamo, G, Kidd…and Rue.” He says her name a little harsher than the others. “Who won?” You ask, noticing his bothered state. He raises his eyebrows before grumbling. “Who do you think?” Even though he said nothing, you couldn’t help but giggle. “She did not.” “Did too.”

You throw in a last giggle before quieting down. “What was it that you were doing?” You mumble, making your hand reach to his vintage clock. “Work.” He quickly states, “Yeah but— what?” You ask again, but Bishop just stays still, “Don’t worry about it.” You could kill him right there. But you don’t.

You just rest back, quietly seeing the waiter come with the food orders. “That girl, Rue.” You start your sentence, hearing Bishop hum. “She’s like…I don’t know. Something always happens when she’s around…I don’t know how to explain it.” You didn’t notice how Bishop had stop cutting the food that was in front of him, how his stayed on you. “What do you mean?” He asks but you just shrug.

“What are the chances that something’s gonna happen tonight? Like let’s say some guys come in and attack me or something?” You speak up before taking a bite out your food. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

꧂

“Bishop…” You whimpered feeling him bite your neck lightly.

His plan was to drop you off the club and head over at Alamo’s. But it was you who was practically kissing him each time his car stopped at a red light.

So now, he parked his car in a alleyway not so far from the club, and dragged you to the backseat and placed you on his lap. Skirt pushed up, he had your panties by your ankles, he lightly dragged his fingers through your wet cunt.

“Let me play with you.” He mutters against your neck, feeling your soft hands try to take over his. “I am but—” You couldn’t finish your sentence that was cut off by your squeal, feeling his three fingers going inside of you, curling them while thumb rubbed your clit. “Just take it, baby. Take my fingers.” Bishop whispers, leaving small kisses on your neck.

You could only moan at Bishop’s fingers and how they felt inside of you. You hadn’t noticed how your hips pushed forward, begging for more. “Look, baby.” You hear Bishop hum, making you open your eyes to look down. “Look how behaved your pussy gets for me.” He was right, his fingers going in and out of you, each time more wet. Seeing your thighs lightly shake and your puffy clit respond to Bishop’s thumb.

“Oh fuck.” You moan when you see your drool drip out your mouth and onto your pussy, making Bishop chuckle low. “Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” He drags his fingers out, rubbing your puffy lips, dragging his fingers over your wetness and giving your pussy light slaps before pushing his fingers back in. “Bishop, I’m gonna cum…” You moan, your hips reaching for more than what you were getting.

Bishop looks directly at you, “You gonna cum?” “Uh-huh…uh-huh.” You answer quick and desperate, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer. And then, it felt like getting your breath taken away out of nowhere. You see Bishop pull his fingers away, slowly resting them on top of your thigh. “I need to drive you in, don’t want to be late.”

You couldn’t even find the words to describe how you felt right now. Not a single word. This man just dragged you to his car, finger you and left you love bites on your neck and was now going to drive you back to work. “You’re such a piece of shit.” You whispered, seeing Bishop just shrug, making his way to the front seat. “You are such a piece of shit.” You keep repeating, too shocked at what just happened.

Bishop just shrugs, seeing you sit by his side, “You are! Why would you do that?” You express, highly upset that Bishop was fingering you a minute ago, about to give you a mind-blowing orgasm which is what every girl needs ever yday. “I don’t know.” He whispers, quietly holding his laugh.

꧂

Back at the club, you enter with a horrible mood. Fingered and no orgasm. What was the point of dancing anyway?

Wearing a neon green bra that had a lace design, you sat quietly by the bar, to top it off it was a slow night. Most of the girls were either in privates or giving lap dances. You weren’t placed to dance so you just stood in the corner. Missing Bishop.

“Tenías razón.” Magick walked by you, almost too quickly. “What?” You asked looking up, but it was far too late, seeing her make her way towards the makeup room. Weird.

More time passes where you go give a dance to a small group of a bachelorette party. “You want one, baby?” One of the men, who was groping your tits offered you an edible. You could’ve— well, you should’ve said no. But it your break was soon, and you depended on that Bishop was the only man that was going to drive you home.

So you took it, and let the men talk their way through as you did your thing. Grinding your butt wherever and letting them touch you almost as if you had no value.

That doesn’t take away how observant you are. You noticed the two men that walked in like they had to rush somewhere. But the edible was also kicking in, did it even matter who walks in anymore?

Apparently, it did.

The moment you walked in on the makeup room, the same two guys who walked in pushed past against you, hard. “Ow!” You yell the moment you bump your head against the door, hitting your eye. “Lola!” Kitty yells making her way towards you, “Are you okay?” You groan at the pain, feeling all the blood rush to your face, feeling tears start to swell up.

“Call Bishop!” You hear Rue yell from Eddy’s office, unsure of the events that were occurring. “Let me get ice.” Kitty mumbles, stumbling her way to the bar. Still with little strength, you stand up and walk over to the office. “What the fuck?” You whisper.

In front of you, Eddy was bleeding out while Magick hysterically opened a phone on her hand, “What’s his number?” She quickly asks, looking in between Rue, Eddy, and you. Stuck seeing Eddy bleed out, your body reacts to reach for a small towel that sat by his desk. “Here.” You mumble, shaky hands handing Rue the towel. “Thanks…Hey— Hey Eddy.” Rue quickly turns to Eddy, sitting him down and putting pressure on his wound.

Magick’s question rings your head again. Bishop’s phone number. “747-003-2189” You speak up, feeling your eye start beating, “That’s Bishop’s phone number.” Magick nods, typing it out and ringing it. “Lola…” Eddy speaks getting your attention, “Get the bouncer and don’t let him leave.” He orders you. Ok, really hard task with a forming purple eye and an edible on your system. But orders are orders.

You don’t know how much time passed where you stood outside, holding your platform heel in hand against the bouncer. “Lola, I told you I’m not going nowhere.” “Orders are orders.” You mutter, body shivering out in the cold night. You hear car engines approach and start seeing your own silhouette appear with the car lights. Turning around you see the two cars park. G, Kidd and Bishop.

“What are you doing?” Kidd is the first to talk, then came G, “Where’s Eddy?” You quickly point inside, “He’s shot. And he told me to not let the bouncer go.” You finish answering Kidd’s question. Then came Bishop, “What happened?” You take a deep breath, recalculating the things that happened. “Two guys…and Eddy was shot—” “That I know. I’m asking about your eye.” Bishop cuts you off, you could hear he didn’t exactly have the best temper on.

Still breathing hard, you just point inside, “The door…” You mumble. Just then G walks out, Eddy hanging from his shoulder. “Let’s roll, let’s roll.” G says making his way to the car, Kidd grabbing the bouncer and following behind. “What about Lola? And Rue?” Kidd asks Bishop once they made their way to the car. Bishop looks back at you, body shivering and a wounded eye.

He looks at G for a moment, before talking, “We can deal with Rue later.” He says, shutting the door close after Eddy gets in, “I’ll take Lola to Emergency.” Bishop says, seeing approval from G and Eddy’s small consciousness. Bishop walks away from the car once G starts driving. “You think they fucking?” Kidd whispers to G, a sly smile on his face. G chuckles, “Don’t let him catch you saying that.”

Bishop takes his long coat off, making his way towards you. “Turn the car on.” He orders you, handing you his coat and his car keys, he makes his way inside. You let out a small ‘ok’ before putting his coat and making your way to the car.

Now inside, Bishop makes his way towards Rue. “Rue.” He calls out now inside the makeup room. There she stood, wiping away the blood she had on her face, “Yeah?” “Close the club. Be at Alamo’s at 10am sharp.” Bishop quickly orders, making his way to get your bag, “I’m taking Lola to Emergency. Does anyone else need to go?”

Bishop didn’t really want to take anyone else, but considering the situation, he knew safety was the main priority. In the room only stood Magick, Rue and Kitty. Magick is the first to speak up, “I—” “Ok. I’m leaving.” Bishop dismisses himself.

꧂

The drive to the ER didn’t feel long. At least to you. Now sitting on the waiting room, Bishop sat beside you, filling in your report for you. “I feel horrible.” You muttered looking at yourself through the camera of your phone, seeing your black eye. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Bishop says, still writing down your information.

The waiting room wasn’t that full, just a group of girls who had seen to come back from a night out; and a elderly couple, the wife holding and ice pack to her husband’s knee. And well, you and Bishop sat there, feeling comedic at the image of you just having lingerie under Bishop’s long coat, your feet only being covered by this white pantyhose you had with your outfit.

“Will this take long?” You mumble looking up at the clock, 2:13am. Bishop looks at his watch, moving his hand to slowly caress your cold thigh, “No.” He whispers, “How ironic, you telling me something could’ve happened today.” He looks at you, brown eyes meeting yours, “And it did. Exactly what you said.” Bishop finishes saying, referring that there was in fact an attack of unknown men that led to your black eye.

You shrug, scratching the side of your face, “Maybe I’m psychic.” Just then your name is called out, making you and Bishop stand and head towards one of the rooms.

It felt like you were being asked so many questions about your injury, thankfully Bishop was great help. He was there to breakdown what happened and even shared his biggest concerns. “And how are you related to the patient?” The doctor asked while he pointed a flashlight directly to both your eyes.

“Boyfriend.” Bishop mutters.

Your heart drops heavily, in a very good way. It was hard to wipe away the smile you had on your face at Bishop’s word, boyfriend. The doctor takes a deep sigh while taking a sit in front of you. He furrows his eyebrows at you, and it makes you feel like you were being judged over something.

“Where do you work?” Oh, that’s why. “I’m a dancer.” You answer, straightening your back, like if that was to help. “Ok.” He claps his hands together, “I mean I’d say take some days off, if possible, your injury doesn’t seem to lead to any concussion or symptoms that raise my concern. Just ice it away and I’d suggest Tylenol is what helps best.” He shots a quick smile at the two of you waiting for an affirmation. You and Bishop nod together.

The doctor smiles standing up, “Then I guess that’s all. Get home safe guys.” Is the last thing he says before walking away. You stretch your legs before standing up from the medical bed, “Boyfriend, wanna take me home?” You ask Bishop, the smile on your face staying in place. He looks over at you, a small smile, “We’re going to my place.” He whispers, taking your hand.

꧂

Going to Bishop’s house you felt all the excitement dance through your body.

And Bishop lived in a very, very nice house on the right side of town. His house stood in the corner of the street, a small, beautiful garden outside. Parking the car on his driveway, he makes his way to open the door for you.

“Hey, neighbor!” The sudden voice alerts the two of you. Across the street, stood a elder man with a dog in leash. You observe Bishop show probably the friendliest smile you’d ever seen with a wave. “Ernie.” He speaks, moving around the car.

The elder man’s stare stays on you for a moment, “Who’s this?” He finally asks. Nervously and unsure you just smile to the man, until Bishop talks again, saying your name. “Well, nice to meet you! Rest easy you two.” He says before dismissing himself, his dog following behind.

You follow Bishop towards the door, “Why is he walking his dog so late?” That’s your first question. Not who was he or how he and Bishop got to such a friendly level. “He’s mental.” Bishop mutters, opening the door and letting you in.

It felt like stepping into a palace. Sure, an average house owned by an independent man, but it was far too beautiful. You quietly walked around, seeing his patio furniture from inside.

While you looked around, Bishop made his way to the second floor, heading to his bathroom to turn on a shower. He makes his way to the bedroom, finding a purple pajama set he had bought a week after San Diego. Just for you.

He places them on the bed with clean underwear before going outside, finding you walking up the stairs. That’s when you hear it. A sound of claws coming from the end of the hallway.

“You’re fucking with me.”

You express the moment you see a small white poodle, with a smile and a waggly tail make his way towards you. “Bishop!” You get on your knees to greet the fluffy dog, “You had a dog this whole time and never told me? How could you!” You express, too in awe with his dog. “It’s just Snowflake. I’m fostering him.” He explains seeing how enchanted you were with his foster pet.

Grabbing Snowflake in your hands you look over to Bishop, “You have to adopt him. He’s perfect.” You pout. Bishop hums low, taking him from your hands to take him to his bed, “Go shower.” He says walking down the hallway.

꧂

Taking a shower felt like pure heaven. Bishop’s bathroom was nothing like yours. It was big, a bathtub with good water pressure that came out with the perfect temperature. You could’ve stayed there for hours.

It was comforting getting out the shower and to Bishop’s bed. It felt so much bigger, warmer, and comfier all simply because it was his. And you being there was the finishing touch.

“Does it hurt?” Bishop whispered above you against your lips, asking about your black eye. “If you touch it, yeah…” You whimpered lowly, far more focused with Bishop making his way inside of you.

After the club being robbed, getting a black eye, seeing your boss bleed out in front of you and then go to Emergency, sleeping was probably the best thing to do after such an eventful night.

But can you blame yourself? You were with Bishop, and you had desperate needs. Especially with how he had left you on the edge in the afternoon, there was nothing you deserved more.

A mewl escapes your mouth when Bishop starts thrusting his dick inside of you. It was different. It wasn’t the hard fast thrusts he’d give you that made you cum and shake all over him. They were slow and long, he was taking his time going in and out of you, letting his dick meet and know the inside of your wet pussy, how you gripped him ever so lightly.

“My poor baby…” Bishop whispers, “You’d been through so much, you just need a break, don’t you?” You could feel your wetness drip out all over Bishop, you didn’t have to look to know. He had his thumb on your clit, so lightly rubbing it as if you were a bomb. His other hand was beneath your shirt, rolling your nipple with his big hand.

Your legs lightly hanged from his side, toes curling each time his dick touched that mushy part inside of you that made your breath tightened. “Yes…B you feel so good.” You moan against his lips, feeling him hum. “My perfect girl, you take anything I give you, don’t you?” He drags his lips down your neck sucking it until a purple mark was left.

Your moans go right against his ear, “It feels so good, B. You fuck me so good—” Moans cut your words off when you feel him thrust hard into you, making your body get shivers from how deep it felt.

It was so intimate. Not to say that other times you and Bishop weren’t full of intimacy in bed, but it just felt so right. Quiet moans and deep groans, slow thrusts and your nails slowly clawing Bishop’s back. “Cum inside of me— baby when you cum, cum inside of me…” You whimpered quietly against Bishop’s lips, feeling your orgasm get closer each thrust.

“That’s what you want? You want me to mark you, bunny?” He groans, feeling his own movements get uneven and desperate, “Gonna fill this pussy— fill it up and make sure all my nut stays inside.” You moan at his words, aroused with the image that was to come. “Bishop I’m gonna cum!”

Bishop crashes his mouth against yours, the grip of his hands on your waist getting tighter, you were definitely getting bruises afterwards. When your orgasm came, your moans came out deeper, needier, almost as if coming with Bishop was a blessing from above.

He doesn’t take long afterwards, groaning against your neck the moment he felt the first spurt of cum shoot deep inside of you. “So warm…this pussy is so warm.” Bishop mumbles, not stopping his thrusts until every last drop came out.

You let out whimpers while you came down from your high, feeling your pussy flutter when Bishop pulled away, sliding your panties back in as if nothing had happened, as if your cunt was oozing out his overflowed cum.

Quietly laying on the bed, only hearing the air conditioning, your eyes start getting heavy, your brain telling you it was finally time to rest. You feel Bishop’s hand in the back of your head, automatically you lay on his chest. “I’m closing my eyes.” You mumble to him, feeling his chest vibrate with his hum.

You knew your brain was telling you to go sleep. But you also knew it was telling you that this was exactly what you wanted, this is what you needed. A life with Bishop.

After months of seeing each other with a unknown label, you knew it was something special, it wasn’t something that was ever going to be a phase or short livid relationship. Bishop was someone that was going to mark your life.

Your heart took over in that moment, making its way to its mouth, it felt like an out of body experience once you spoke, “I love you.”

“I don’t even know your birthday and I love you.”

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It’s not like you were mean or anything, you just simply had your boundaries set straight and a strong attitude on you. Maybe it’s why it made you come out as ‘problem’ as your boss, Big Eddy called you.

You had no trouble when it came to running your mouth against clients who were not paying the right amount for the dances, the DJ when he wouldn’t put your playlist. Some of the dancers who would try to take your spots knowing it was in fact your turn to make money, and when Big Eddy didn’t let you have 5 more minutes on your breaks.

“We’re short off two girls this week.” Eddy walked in his office, Alamo sitting on his chair clashing his rings. G and Bishop taking sits on the couch. “Well, shit. Let’s put some of the girls on double, they won’t budge.” Alamo quickly speaks making his way to the board that had the names of the girls.

“Huh…these two, G go get them.” Alamo points to two names, yours and Angel’s. G lets out a breathy chuckle before shaking his head. “Angel I can go get, but that girl— no that tiger, you handle it.” G had called you tiger since that one day you walked by, and he confidently smacked your butt, resulting to you almost skinning him alive.

Alamo just laughs, recounting the memory on his head. “I said go get them.” He demands quick, seeing G just take a deep sigh a low ‘God help me’ before making his way out.

Now, Bishop had never met you. Not on a personal level. He had been doing some side jobs for Alamo that made him be away from the club for a while. So, hearing about this names and stories was a first to him, and it made him gain curiosity onto who you were.

Walking into Eddy’s office, you and Angel stood by the door in front of Alamo’s presence. “Ladies…you look awfully beautiful tonight.” He starts, taking in the sets the two of you wore.

Angel had her usual look of a flapper, gemstones and loose fringe hanging from her purple bra. You, unironically, wore a tiger pattern bra that was tight on your boobs, your panties having ties on the side, cash already hanging from the side. “Thank you.” Angel answered quick with a cheeky smile. You on the other hand kept a poker face on you, “What you want?” You ask having your hand on your hip.

Alamo’s smile quickly drops at your question, he straightens his back, “I’m having the two of you work double tonight. Don’t try to talk your way out of it.” He raises his finger directly at you, but that doesn’t stop you from speaking up. “I’m not doing that.” You quickly talk back.

Bishop trains his eyes on you, observing your eyes and the confidence your whole body held. “Now listen woman—” “No, you listen. I already planned my whole schedule out. I’m dancing till 12am and I’m going the fuck home afterwards because the last time you made me do doubles, I got off at 3 and I don’t do 3.” You start your speech, fingers raised and pointing towards Alamo.

“I’ll have you know that I do very well on this job. I know I’m a favorite and I know I make good money. But what your big ass is not gonna do is make me work this Friday a double just because you’re short off some dancers.”

“Woman you are forgetting who the fuck is cashing all the bitch ass money you do and you not gonna stand there all proud controlling what is mine!” Alamo barks back but you simply take two steps forward.

“Let’s go then! Show me how you cash my bill out motherfucker! Let’s see you actually do shit for once in this fucking place that isn’t eating or fucking bitches or taking up all the space in this very own office!” You yell loud to his face, seeing how he quickly shut his mouth to give you a glare.

No one said anything, the room tense and scared of your presence. You raise your hands again, “Anything else?” Alamo just huffs, “You’ll pay me one day, bitch. You know that?” A smile creeps on your face to Alamo’s words, “Probably paying you to clean my mansion in the future Mr. Brown.” You reply.

Bishop felt his heart going by mile, completely awed with how you had carried yourself through this whole conversation, how only using your words you got away with something that others wouldn’t had even come out alive of. That was when your eyes meet, his big eyes that popped meeting your angry expression.

“Fuck you looking at forehead?” You shot to Bishop before walking away.

꧂

Bishop stood outside his car, waiting for 12am to hit the clock on his watch. He had told Alamo he was going to call it a day and head home. Saying he had a big day tomorrow. Truth was, he was waiting for you.

As soon as he sees the three hands of his clock go in the same direction to the number twelve. He hears the doors of the club open, seeing you walk out with purse on shoulder, comfy gray shorts and a loose tank top on. “Hey.” He speaks up, seeing you look towards him. You furrowed your brows looking behind you before looking back at him. “…Hi?”

Slowly you make your way towards him, now seeing how tall he stood compared to seeing him sit down. “Look, don’t take the forehead comment so personal. I was just letting steam off the system.” “It’s not that.” Bishop says, holding his prayer beads tight. Why was he nervous?

“I’ve worked with Alamo for a while. I’d never seen someone shut him off the way you just did.” You scoff, “Well, no man controls me!” You smile, feeling good that someone was finally catching onto who you were as a person. “Yeah. I wish more people could have that courage around him like that.” Bishop quietly looks at your body, eyes focused on your cleavage, then to your bare legs to see your manicured feet.

Bishop stays quiet before you clear your throat, “What?” He asks, realizing you had said something, and he hadn’t catch it. You roll your eyes to him, “I didn’t catch your name.” You repeat, seeing him now acknowledge your question.

“Bishop.”

“That’s your biological name?”

“It’s what everyone calls me.”

A smile appears on your face, looking at him from head to toe. A long coat, a green designed tie with a stripe button down. “You’re leaving now, aren’t you? I’m assuming since you kept your word to leaving at 12.” Bishop says. It’s true you wanted to leave at 12 but it was just because you just wanted to go to bed and relax for a while.

But Bishop standing here was kinda changing that plan, in the sense that you didn’t actually see what the rush of leaving was, and finally getting a good look at Bishop.

You bite your lip, looking back at the empty-ish parking. “Well…Getting off the clock was the main thing I wanted to do.” You mumble, now looking at Bishop with a different expression. And Bishop is not stupid, not in the slightest.

It’s how you ended inside of his car, on the passenger seat pushed all the way back. Legs hanging off Bishop’s shoulders while he ate you out as if you were his supper of the night. “That’s so good— Bishop that feels so good!” You breath out hard, feeling Bishop’s tongue slide through your folds, constantly sucking your clit.

He had taken off your shorts and your panties hang by your ankle. Bishop was practically fucking you with his tongue. Sliding as deep as he could, tasting off all your juices, “So sweet…this pussy is crying me a river.” He mumbles against your pussy, leaving kisses that made your thighs lightly shake.

“Oh my God, fuck me. Bishop I need you to fuck me.” You spoke quickly. It all happened so fast, getting on top of him, unbuckling his belt. “Fuck.” You gasp when you see his erection spring open, long and hard. Standing proud.

Bishop quietly smirks at your reaction. How your eyes are kept wide, and mouth hung open. “Do you still want to do this?” He asks despite his hands already ripping the condom pack open. A scoff escapes your mouth, “Don’t get cocky.”

The loudest moan Bishop ever hears was right now, all thanks to you. And the loudest groan he had ever hear was also what he heard right now, thanks to him. “You’re so tight— shit.” He groans seeing how your cunt took his whole dick. You whine placing your hands on his chest, “You like how my pussy feels, baby?” You ask, starting to bounce your hips on top of him.

“I do.” He mutters, looking up to seeing you flash a smile. Bishop felt amazingly good, and it was what you needed in this exact moment. “If I knew how good your dick was— I would’ve fucked you sooner.” You moan, getting turned on with the sound of how wet you were, sliding up and down Bishop’s dick. He just gives you the quickest nod before sliding his hands to your butt. Not guiding your movements, but just gripping your cheeks, leaving a hard smack to see you whimper.

“I’ve been looking at you all night. Kept thinking how I could pleasure you. Make you feel good.” He smacks your ass again, gripping the fat, “Am I making you feel good, baby?” You nod with shut eyes, feeling the pleasure take over and your body get goosebumps.

You kept riding Bishop as if he was your personal sextoy. The two of you completely oblivious to the action making the whole car shake and have the windows fog up. If someone walked by they could hear all your moans and groans. Leaning down, you connect your lips with Bishop, tongues sliding through. “I’m gonna cum, B…I’m gonna cream on this dick for you.” You moan right against his lips, hearing his low groans.

“I wanna feel you cum—” “Yeah? Gonna grip your dick so hard, baby— gonna make sure you don’t forget this pussy.” You speak against his lips, practically breathing his groans. Feeling your coil snap, your legs shake while you grind yourself down on Bishop, cumming hard.

Bishop came with a deep groan by the third grind you did, moving his hands to grip your hips and thrust up towards you, chasing more, imagining what it would be like to cum inside of you. “Oh, baby— I came so hard.” You moan weakly, still moving your shaking hips in small circles. “Yeah— fuck— thank you.” Bishop says heavy breathing.

A small laugh escapes at his words, “Thank you?” You ask, caressing your hands on his chest, his dick softening up inside of you. Bishop just looks at you, nervous before nodding, “Yeah…” He sits up slowly to pull out. Now having you sit on the passenger sit, he sees you quietly sliding your panties up, your shorts next.

“…I can pay you if—” You quickly turn your head, almost too quickly. “You don’t have to do that.” You say almost offended to think that he saw this as a paid sex. “My apologies, I didn’t want to offend you.” Bishop quickly apologized; you sit up. “You’re kinda submissive, do you know that?” Bishop furrows his brows, looking up from doing his belt, “Am not.” You snort, “Sure.”

Taking a deep sigh, you look around the empty parking lot, “The least you can do is take me home.” You mumble, meeting Bishop’s eyes. He stays looking at you from head to toe, getting lost in his train of thought before snapping back in. “I can do that.” He offers, turning on his car. You keep a smile to yourself while putting on the seatbelt, minutes on the road, you speak again. “I wonder if there’s a fast food open around this time. I am getting hungry.” You quietly demand, looking to see his reaction. Bishop looks over at you, a small smirk on his face.

“That I can do, tiger.”

“Did you dream about me?”

“You always ask me that.”

Bishop had you on top him, your face on his hand, slowly looking at every single detail on your face. “I actually dreamt of San Diego.” He answered, seeing your eyes light up, “Really?” “Mmhmm.”

You sigh, taking his hand to interlock it with yours. A wicked smile creeping on your face, you looked at him again, “What were we doing?”

“I have to shower.” Bishop quickly tries to stand up, but your burst of laughter and giggles pushed him down, your lips meeting. “Bishop…” You whispered, feeling his erection bump against your clothed cunt.

Bishop just kept kissing you, especially over the small bruise he had left on top of your shoulder, “What?” He whispers back, making you grind against him. It didn’t take long for you to take over, slow grinds becoming desperate.

You quickly reach to push your panties to the side and take Bishop’s dick out his boxers. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you spit quickly to give Bishop quick strokes.

“Just like that, baby.” Bishop groans, seeing you grind yourself against his head, before sinking all the way down. He felt so much bigger like this, especially when he wasn’t bothering to lead you as he did.

He just placed his hands behind his head, giving you a beautiful view of his toned arms, “Show me, baby. Show me how you want to bounce on this dick.” You moan at his request, placing your hands on his chest, going up until his head was the only thing inside of you, until you went down to meet your clit against his pelvis.

Bishop was in love with the image in front of him. He loved seeing you work yourself on his cock almost as if he was your toy. He had taken your sleep shirt off, admiring your bouncing tits.

Quickly you leaned down to kiss him. How couldn’t you kiss him? He was here on your bed, under you, making you feel and unforgettable pleasure that not even your favorite vibrator could replace. “I feel you in my stomach.” You whimpered against his mouth, taking his hand and leading it to where his dick was pushing out to create a bulge.

Bishop groans feeling himself like this. Looking down to see for himself. “That’s me, huh?” He pushes his hand down, “That’s me that’s fucking you this good?” You quickly agree, bouncing faster and faster.

The word escaped your mouth before you could even catch it. It’s not even like you wanted it to mean something, it just felt right in the moment. “That’s you fucking me, daddy.” Bishop looks up at you, how your eyes were completely shut, and mouth open leaving out high pitch moans.

Bishop could feel your cunt grip him harder, your movements getting weak with how close you were getting. He thinks fast, grabbing you by the waist and pushing you against the pillows. “Yeah? Daddy’s fucking you this good?” He had your legs spread open for him, letting him not just have a view of your body but fuck you as deep as he could.

“Yes! Daddy you’re fucking me so good!” You moan, unable to control the flow of emotions with the new position Bishop locked you down on. He was gone, too focused on his thrusts that he pushed in and out of you. “You take it so good, puppy…this pussy knows who owns it yeah?” “Oh, it’s yours! — daddy I’m yours.”

Bishop nods, feeling your climax get closer with your grip. “Cum on this dick. Show me how you cum for me.” You quietly sobbed, reaching for your clit you start rubbing it. After 2 and 3 rubs, short moans came out of you, your orgasm making want to close your legs shut, but Bishop wasn’t having it.

Fastening his thrusts, he held your shaking legs open, “Show me, Bunny, show me who’s making you cum.” From short moans to sobs you continued to come on Bishop’s dick, slobbering it with your juices. It hurt so good.

Now, Bishop loved when he came inside of you, it was like he had a slice of heaven on this living hell. Especially with you. But— a plan b does cost $50 dollars, and he wasn’t exactly planning to waste $100 dollars under a week. Four more thrusts, he quickly pulls out to cum on you.

But you didn’t want that.

“No!” You quickly whine, taking his dick, you pushed it inside ignoring the small burn, but looking at Bishop’s face. “Inside—” You hiccup, “I want it inside.” “Oh— fuck!” Bishop shuts his eyes at the feeling of sliding inside your pussy again. He didn’t stop cumming— he couldn’t it. Your cunt felt so good and warm, he genuinely couldn’t pull away. Coming down his high, Bishop opened his eyes to look at you, a shy smile, dry drool on the side of your mouth.

He scoffs, “You’re crazy.” Slowly pushing away he looks down seeing all his cum flood out. “So much, B…” You whisper, rubbing his cum through your puffy lips. “Now I have to buy you another...” Bishop mutters, referring to the pill but you shot up to open your drawer from your bedside table. “Magick had an extra one.” You smile, holding an extra box of Plan B.

Bishop went to open his mouth. but you shut him off, “I’m going on the pill, too. If you want to come to my appointment.” Bishop felt his heart flutter, it was getting serious. “You know, unprotected sex doesn’t just lead to pregnancy.” He muttered, softly rubbing your thigh. You roll your eyes, “Grandpa, that I know…” You sit up, eye to eye. “I’m clean.” “Grandma, I’m clean too.” He mocks you, a small smile creeping on him seeing you laugh.

It’s cuts off with a kiss, Bishop lightly massaging your jaw, “Daddy…huh?” You squeal, covering his mouth quickly shy with his comment.

꧂

“Maaaan, I don’t know who’s fucking Lola, but imma need a piece of that with how happy you come to work.” Midnight spoke up the moment you walked in, huge smile and a calm expression. The rest of the girls threw in some ‘oohs’, making you giggle as you sat on your chair.

“What can I say? I’m satisfied.” You said coyly, making the girls laugh and giggle. “I know the last time I got fucked good had to be with my last baby daddy.” Rochelle spoke up, doing Magick’s hair. “La última vez que yo follé,” Magick speaks up, raising her pinkie with a frown. “This small was the dick, not even exaggerating.” The girls groaned, overlapping stories about their previous hookups.

That’s when Magick points to you, “Cuenta. How big is it?” You feel a warm blush creep on your cheeks, repeating all the sexual times you had with Bishop, including this morning. “Guess.” You speak up, already changing onto your feather top of the night.

Midnight clears her throat, hands clasp together until she talked, “Say when bitch.” She starts separating them, implying how big Bishop’s dick was. Funny, no one knew it was Bishop the man you were seeing.

Giggling, you kept saying ‘more’ each time she thought about stopping, leaving the girls squeal to this information. “I know you’re fucking lying!” Midnight expressed, her hands still not stopping. The room was erupted with giggles and laughs, that was until—

“Lola Bunny.” Bishop.

All the girls, including you, quickly shut up to look at the doorway, there stood Bishop’s tall figure, Rue behind him with a dorky smile. You gulp, looking at the girls before looking at him. “Yes?” You ask, seeing his eyes go to Midnight’s extended hands, she quickly puts them down.

“Tonight, you’ll be bringing some of Rue’s clients to the private.” He starts talking. “Meet us in 10.” Bishop was going to turn, head out with Rue to continue their errands, that was until he stopped, turning to look at you again. “Do I make myself clear?” He says in a harsh tone.

You start nodding before speaking up, “Yes, Bishop.” He gives a side smile, looking again at the whole room, “Ladies.” He dismisses himself with that.

“There go Babadook.” Rochelle mutters, the girls giggling, except you, just giving a small smile.

꧂

10 minutes, you get there on the dot, seeing Bishop and Rue stand by the open private room. “Bishop.” You whisper, quickly looking up and down at Rue. You sigh, “Rue.”

Rue just smiles, making her way in. “Check it out! Selling guns for Mexico!” She displays the number of guns she had aligned on the table. You stay looking at them for a while, before looking towards to Bishop, “You’re doing this too?” “No. Just monitoring.” He quickly responds, slow eyes finding yours. “What about the ones from San Diego?” You ask again. Bishop points to two of them in the corner, “Those two, the rest are with Alamo.”

“What happened in San Diego?” Rue asks, looking at you quickly. “These are the men that are going to come in today.” Bishop completely ignores Rue’s question, starting to explain to you your agenda. “You bring them, Rue sells, call it a day.” He finishes explaining. “Ok.” You mumbled, seeing the pictures of all the men.

Rue clears her throat, making you and Bishop look up. “…yes, Rue.” Bishop mutters, clearly feeling bothered and it wasn’t even the afternoon. “I just— I don’t know let’s all stay in the same page.” She points towards you, whispering, “She knows about Tish.” It took you everything in you to not laugh at her huge statement. You and Bishop look at each other, a secret knowing look.

“Rue, Lola was who found Tish.” He replies, turning to you, seeing you giggle quietly. “Oh God, Lola, I’m— I’m sorry. That must’ve been hard.” You quickly shut off into a serious face towards her. “Yeah. Yeah, Rue it was pretty fucking awful.”

You look at Bishop, “And no one did nothing about it so—” You shrug, “Great to know the care under this place.” You just got angry all over, Bishop couldn’t even mind about the fact Tish had died, how he didn’t fight enough for her.

Before he could speak up, you just turn to walk away, his lingering eyes going down your rack. God you were so happy this morning. “She’s gorgeous.” Rue speaks up, making Bishop pop his thought bubble. Looking at her one last time, he walks away, “Clean up the bathrooms.” Was the last thing he ordered Rue.

꧂

Through the rest of the day, you and Bishop barely talked. I mean you never technically did, in person. You personally believed it was for the better. Keep a distance for once.

Bishop knew you head to toe. He wasn’t going to push himself onto you if that wasn’t what you wanted. The only small times he saw you was when you brought the assigned clients. He could feel his heart warm up at just looking at you, only you.

The day was regular, at least that’s what you thought.

You were flirting your way with this customer for money, that was until hell broke loose, hearing a pig scream and erupt inside the club, it was the only thing everyone focused on. The pig was a mess, pushing things around and pissing on the carpet. The gunshot felt almost too quick, blood drawn everywhere especially all over one of the dancers. Gross.

Now on the makeup room, Alamo dismissed all of the dancers for the day, needing time to get the image of a shot pig out of everyone’s brains, clean the club, it was practically a day off.

You stood outside for a moment, seeing the sky reach the afternoon. “You got nowhere to be?” You didn’t need to turn around to know who was talking to you. “Why do you ask?” Now looking at him eye to eye, you felt your heart get warm, it wasn’t easy to not feel happy with him.

Bishop shrugs looking at how pretty you looked in a dark blue comfy two set, “Don’t know. Thought you had some things to do.” And he was right, you had mentioned about things you needed to do and now you had the free time to do so. “And you wanna come with?” “You don’t own a car.” He steps closer, seeing you still had your makeup on. You only thought about it for a minute before agreeing to run errands with Bishop. “Sure.”

꧂

It wasn’t exactly like you had that many errands to run, just return some clothes, pick up mail, and of course, go to the mall. But it was 10 times more fun doing it with Bishop.

You dragged Bishop to every single store at the mall you guys were in. You tried on clothes, shoes, jewelry, even hats. Bishop just stood by your side, holding your purse and any bag of the things you had bought through the day. The best part was that each time you went to the cashier, you were blessed to hear Bishop say, “I’ll pay for it.” You don’t know how possible it was for your smile to grow harder each time.

Now standing in a park bench, frozen yogurt in hand, Bishop was getting a phone call order from Alamo. You stood quiet, trying to hear most of the conversation, which was hard considering there was a park full of kids in front of you, and you could mostly only hear the crunch of some of the bites your dessert had.

“Where are you right now?” Alamo asked Bishop through the phone, who had his other hand slowly massaging your neck, a comforting touch to let you know he wasn’t putting you aside. “My mother.” Yet he lied his way to not put you or him on any type of danger.

He hears Alamo grunt through the phone, “Gonna need you for tomorrow with Rue. That bitch not smart enough to go over to Laurie’s. And those crackhead morons not taking her from us.” Bishop lightly grips your neck, making you turn your him for a brief moment. “She has a wedding tomorrow.” “Then afterwards, hearing some vows not going to take her the whole night!”

The phone call only lasted two more minutes before Bishop hangs up, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “Look at this dog.” You quietly say, showing Bishop a funny video of a dog riding a skateboard. “Hilarious.” He mutters, standing up and taking most of your bags. “Let’s go.” You obey, throwing away your dessert before grabbing Bishop’s free hand.

꧂

Back at your place, Bishop quietly saw you put away all the things you bought. He could tell you had a long day, the sun setting outside on your balcony. “I’m not going to be here tomorrow.” He whispers, testing the waters on your reaction. “Why?” You just ask, too busy sending a text, still making your way towards him.

Bishop waits until you lay across from him, softly caressing your head, “Work.” You hum to his words, looking at him. “Did you mean what you said the night Tish died?” Bishop asks again, suddenly making you give him more of your attention.

“What are you talking about?” “You were asleep, and when I laid with you, you cried and said, ‘I wish I never met you.’ Did you mean that?” Bishop doesn’t know why he’s bringing it up now. It’s like it wasn’t possible to have a good day between the two of you without bringing up a problem. You stand on your knees, fiddling your sheets. “I mean, no but— I wish—” You didn’t think it would be this hard to actually talk about, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“I don’t know. I wish we could’ve met another way. But I don’t regret being with you is what I mean.” You whisper, seeing his face trying to read any emotion from that straight face of his. Bishop sits up, “I know I’m not a perfect person. I don’t work a usual job and you’ve seen me do things that are not exactly actions that lead to world peace.” Bishop said. “I want to apologize. I’m sorry that— I’m sorry that this isn’t the ideal life you wanted.”

Bishop’s words sink down on you. Letting all the memories and thoughts flow through your mind. You think back at when you first met Bishop. Not paying much mind to him at first, still holding an eye out for him. Who would’ve thought it was to go this far.

Your attention snaps back when you hear Bishop call your name. Making you look around for a moment. “Don’t.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss him. “Don’t ever feel this way.” You mumble through kisses before laying on his chest. Bishop quickly relaxes, resting his head on top of yours. “I’ll miss you.” You whisper hearing him hum, “It’s only a day. You won’t even notice.”

A giggle escapes your lips, “Guess you’ll have to leave.” You sit up, seeing his reaction. Bishop had furrowed his brows, “You’re hilarious.” He says but you just start shaking your head. “I’m serious! I don’t see why you’re here if you’re not gonna fuck me or give me your money…” It didn’t take long for Bishop to reach for you and start tickling. Which it may sound silly, Bishop out of all people tickling you but— he was more than just a guy to you.

Bishop was your lover.

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Bishop is a reserved man, always kept his thoughts to himself and never entered anyone’s business. But something about you made him so interested. Why would you pick this job in the first place? Was there something in your life that made you look so sad? Why was he urging to talk to you?

Your boyfriend wasn’t exactly a help when it came to your job. It’s not that he was against it, he actually was the one who encouraged you. But it was nights like this that he would become a completely different person. It made you wonder why you were still with him in the first place.

“I told you I had this party a week ago, and I don’t understand why you can’t just ask someone in there to give you a ride.” You were outside the strip club, cigarette in hand and phone on your ear, arguing with your boyfriend for what felt like the sixth time that day.

“First of all, I thought you didn’t fuck with that guy anymore, and second of all, you brought it up just to complain about it! And why would you go without me?” You face that was covered in tears was starting to get dry form the wind that was blowing outside. “Connections! Connections! What can’t you fucking get? I really have to explain to you everything like if you were a toddler.” He fights back, only making your lip tremble.

“I don’t need this.” You mutter, inhaling your cigarette, “Yeah. you fucking don’t— so I’m sorry but I can’t exactly—” You hung up the phone right there. You didn’t need to hear anymore bullshit explanations of him. More tears fell out your face, no sobs. Just pure sadness taking over your body.

That’s when you hear the door open, quickly looking to your right, you see him. Alamo’s worker, Bishop. He stays still for a moment, taking in that you were sitting down with a small hoodie and a cigarette, teary faced and red eyes.

“Sorry.” He says, slowly closing the door. Bishop doesn’t know why he apologized, it’s not like he was going to bother you. Or he thought. Quickly you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, calming your breathing, “It’s okay.” You choke out, not really able to look at him. Not because you were embarrassed, you just literally couldn’t with how blurry your eyes got.

While you practically rubbed your whole face, you didn’t notice Bishop had gotten closer, “Here.” When you opened your eyes, you see a small tissue on his hand, his prayer beads hanging on the side. “Oh— thank you.” You sniff, taking the tissue you quickly pass it through your face to dry out the tears.

Bishop slowly takes a sit beside you, observing how you had put your cigarette out, you cleared your throat and blew your nose a couple of times. “Sorry…” You whispered but Bishop just shook his head, “Nonsense.” You smile at him. The small moment is ruined when your phone buzzes again, your boyfriend. You just sigh deeply before hanging it up.

“Why were you crying?” Bishop asks softly, as if he didn’t read the phone call and wasn’t starting to put the pieces together. You just scoff at his question, “It’s nothing really…” and you could’ve left it at that, I mean it was so much to unpack about the problems you had with your boyfriend. You didn’t want to be that person with Bishop.

He stays looking at you for a moment before he gives a small nod, “Got it—” “It’s just that my boyfriend has been such an asshole to me the moment I got this job. It’s not that he doesn’t mind that I’m a dancer— it’s just like— he doesn’t see me as his girlfriend anymore. As if we don’t live in my apartment and I pay the rent. And he— he— he goes to every party in the city and flirts with girls and then brush it off as him being ‘friendly’ but God forbid I talk with one guy and now he’s ongoing joke is that I’m with him to get with his friends.” You vomit out all the feelings you had bottled up.

It made Bishop now understand why you always looked so sad. Why on your breaks you were always fighting on the phone. Probably why you smoked and why you were here crying. Crying, you hadn’t noticed that more tears were pouring down your face. That’s when you felt his finger brush your cheek, wiping a tear away.

Your eyes meet again, really meet this time. The world got so quiet so quickly. A wave of calmness going down your body. For a small moment, you felt peace. “I’d take you home but, I don’t think I’d want you staying with that guy.” You feel your heart drop at Bishop’s words. Suddenly reading this situation in a different way, but it also wouldn’t be right to overthink it this way.

“Um…” You sniffle, looking down at your phone before looking back up. “I can stay with a friend, but I’d need to get my stuff.” Bishop hums before staying still, his mind working quickly before standing up. “Then let’s go.”

꧂

The drive to your house wasn’t far, especially not driving in your boyfriend’s beat up car anyway. Bishop stood on the corner of your house while you took your things of most value and put them on a bag. “If I were you, I’d leave.” Bishop said, making you stop dead on your tracks.

You just smile shyly, looking around and then back to your bag, “I don’t know if I should overstay my welcome to my friend.” But Bishop just takes the bag of your hands, “I have a spare room.” You feel your cheeks getting red at the sudden invite, I mean, you and Bishop never talked much, now he’s inviting you to be roommates?

The drive to your friend was a little far from your apartment. She told you that you were welcome as much as you liked which it definitely made you feel better. Now in the car, you and Bishop sat in silence while on the drive. It didn’t take long for you to get cold, quietly shivering, pressing your bare thighs together for warmth. Bishop quickly noticed, making sure to turn the heat on his car.

“Thanks.” You whisper, looking at Bishop, who was already looking at your direction, he shares the smallest smile. “You enjoy working in Silver Springs?” Bishop asks you after some minutes. “I mean, it’s nice and all but— it’s not exactly the dream job. At least for me.” You quickly add that last sentence, even though it was just you and Bishop in the car you didn’t want to seem like a prude. “I understand.” He replies.

“You can always just quit, Alamo won’t mind.” Bishop talks again. “Yeah, and then I’d be unemployed.” You whisper, “Why? Does he want me to quit?” You suddenly ask, now thinking that this was all just Bishop letting you know you were getting fired. But he shuts it down quicker than you thought, “No. But I know you don’t enjoy working there.” He looks back at you. “Don’t you think that?” Your body feels heavier when his eyes are on you, feeling wavering emotions all over you. A small shrug appears on you, “I guess.”

Approaching your friend’s house, you and Bishop talked for what felt like for hours about anything. It felt good to si and just talk about things without an end. You hadn’t had something like this in so long. “I can’t thank you enough, really.” You spoke softly. Bishop had his car parked right outside your friend’s house.

“Don’t worry.” He mutters softly, looking around the streets, memorizing the place just in case. “I meant what I said you know.” He speaks again, looking at your doe eyes. “A woman like you shouldn’t be wasting her time with a man like that.” His words sink into you, Bishop was encouraging you to get the life you deserved.

You hadn’t noticed you were looking down into you felt his hand under your chin, making you look at him. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered. Your eyes for the first time shine bright and not with tears. Feeling validated by Bishop made you feel good about yourself. Without thinking you lean to embrace Bishop, his warm body against your cold one. It didn’t take long before quiet sobs came out of you, “Thank you.” You whimper out.

Bishop’s soft hand was caressing your back, fingers running through your spine that was covered with the material of your hoodie. “It’s ok.” He shushes your light sobs. You pull away wiping the tears left before groaning, “I wet your shirt, I’m sorry.” I’m Bishop’s left side was damped with the tears you had just cried. “Now you’re apologizing too much.” He jokes, making you laugh.

The door opening catches your attention, seeing your friend wave. You and Bishop get out, making your way to the truck, he hands you your bag. “I’ll let Alamo know you’re coming back Tuesday.” He speaks, “Oh— Bishop you don’t have to—” “Don’t.” He quickly cuts you off.

You stand there in the cold night for a moment, looking at each other. But then you snap back, remembering your friend is waiting for you. “Thanks again.” You point to his hand, where you had previously written your phone number, “You know where to find me.” Bishop looks down, then back at you, giving you a warm smile. “Take care.”

You quickly nod, putting your bag over your shoulder. It was now or never, following your heart, you lean to give Bishop a kiss on the cheek. Flashing a quick smile, you quickly walk towards the door. “Thank you!”

Now inside your friend quickly shut the door, unstoppable giggles as she dragged you to the couch, “Bro— who was that!?” She asks, but you just continue to giggle. It didn’t take long for the two of you to crawl towards the window, peeking to see Bishop get in the car, staying there for a moment, he just scoffs before driving away.

On the drive, he touches the cheek that you kissed, hard to push down the emotions his beating heart was giving him. He then quietly smiles to himself. Satisfied he got to finally see a side of you he had been waiting to know.

Your friend smacks your head lightly, “What about you boyfriend?” You just groan making your way to the bathroom.

“Forget him.” You had a new man to look forward to.

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“I hope it has your nose.” You finish your sentence, but Bishop just rolls his eyes. “I have to go change.” Bishop stood up, it was 5am in the morning and he still needed to go to his house to change and then head to Alamo’s. Especially with the new hire he brought. Rue.

You stay still seeing his movements. Put on his outfit of last night and even fix his hair lightly on your vanity. It was funny seeing Bishop’s neutral self in a girly pretty room. “You’re so cute.” You giggle, standing up to stand behind him.

“Stop.” He mutters, catching your eyes in the reflection of your mirror. “What happened to the girl anyway? Did Alamo kill her?” You asked. “She’s probably gonna work with you now.” Bishop said a little too quick, knowing your incoming reaction.

A serious expression appeared on you, “What?”. Bishop turned to look at you. “Silver Springs. He’ll probably put her to work there.” Your brows furrowed, angry and confused at Bishop’s statement. “You’re fucking with me.” You scoff making your way to the kitchen.

“Don’t let her upset you.” Bishop follows behind, in awe with you on your own space, despite the anger inside of you. “She killed Tish, Bishop. That fucking tweaker brought those drugs and killed her.” You said keeping your composure.

You raise your hands in the air, “And she doesn’t even have the body to dance!” Bishop laughs quietly at your statement, making you stop your tracks. He quickly clears his throat, a smile creeps on your face.

“She’s not gonna dance, Lola. She’ll deal drugs for the clients.” He explained, but you just step forward, “I don’t like her.” “You don’t have to like her.” He whispers, hands finding your waist. “I don’t like her either.” You hum at his words, hands wrapped around his neck. “Can you promise me you’ll fuck me tonight?” You whisper grazing your lips against his.

Bishop grumbles, “Can’t keep promises, baby.” He kisses you, having you kiss back instantly. “I know you will though.” You kiss him one more time, before going back to the kitchen. “You want coffee?” You asked looking for your coffee beans.

He wasn’t gonna say no, he couldn’t. So, there he sat on your kitchen island. In complete awe.

꧂

“Sorry you had to see that, Lola.” You were sitting on Eddy’s office, Alamo on the phone. “It’s alright.” You mumbled. It wasn’t, but it was far too late to turn back. “Between you, Eddy and I, I’m giving you a raise.” Your ears perk up, looking at Eddy who was also holding the phone.

“Really?” You genuinely ask, “Yes. Now you know better to not say anything. Now hang up cause I got more calls to do.” Alamo quickly finishes it off. Leaving you and Eddy on the office. “Said he’s bringing a new assistant, anything I should know?” He asked you but you just hum making your way out, “Wouldn’t trust that thing.”

Now on your vanity you quickly go to messages to find Bishop’s contact that was under ‘Big Dick Shop’ to not cause more speculations.

I really not gonna fuck with that bitch.

Like I’ll smack the fuck out of her!

I know.

What did Alamo tell you?

I get a raise if I stay quiet.

Which obviously I will but

Idk this isn’t going to be my life forever.

What’s your point?

I’ll get justice for Tish.

Idk what I’m going to tell Angel.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

🙄bruh

I have to go.

I can be at your place at 12am.

Fun

Sleepover

No.

Yes

Goodbye.

I’ll think of your huge dick inside of me all day.

“Yo.” You quickly snap your head up, turning your phone off you look to your right, Angel. “Hey you.” You said softly, seeing her sit on her chair and faces the empty sit in between the two of you, Tish’s chair.

“How was the party?” She asked, quickly opening her bag. Your heart dropped to your ass. You shrug, reaching for a new bra you bought you fiddled with it. “It was chill, I honestly blacked out. I don’t even remember how I got home.” You lied.

Angel just hums, looking back at you, “Where’s Tish?” You really felt like you could faint, but your life was at the line with this. “I don’t know.” “Didn’t she go to the party?” Angel pushes. You play dumb, just another shrug. “Yeah but, I didn’t stay for that long. You haven’t seen her?” Angel scoffs, making her way to her locker.

“I wouldn’t be fucking asking you if I have. Ridícula.” For the first time you felt scared of Angel, you’d never seen her get this way. You clear your throat, looking down to your bag, “Ask Alamo. He should know.” But Angel just muttered away, hearing her phone ring was the last thing you heard.

“Y ella? Qué le pasa?” You look up again. Magick.

“Magick what the fuck happened?” The way you phrased it made the other girls look up. Seeing Magick stand with a neck brace. “Eddy's not gonna let you dance with that.” Rochelle said, laughing. “I’ll bedazzle it.” You offer before this whole thing got more complicated.

꧂

The moment you got home at night; you saw Bishop’s car on the parking lot. You see him looking down, approaching the stairs that led to your house, he looks up.

The biggest smile on your face to him. You quickly raise the Aeropostale sweater you had on, flashing him your boobs. You quickly run up the stairs, not noticing how Bishop was getting out the car, following behind.

But it didn’t take long to let Bishop in. To kiss him like he wasn’t just here this morning. To bounce on top of him, unforgiving moans coming out of you. His strong hands guiding you up and down, eyes glued to the way your tits bounced and his dick going in and out of you.

“This is all you thought about all day?” Bishop looks up at you. “My dick inside of you?” You whimper at his questions, too lost on the feeling of Bishop pushing in and out your tight walls. “Yes, B.” You kissed down his jaw, laying your head on his shoulder, “All I wanted was this. All day.” He lowly hums, smacking your bouncing ass.

It’s didn’t take for you to reach your high, to go down on your knees and suck Bishop like a popsicle, reaching for that cream on the inside. “Fuck— Bunny.” Bishop groaned, not being able to keep his eyes open. You pull out, strings of saliva connected from your mouth to his dick,

“Want it on my face.” You whisper, slobbering his head all over your mouth. Bishop can’t believe you sometimes, how sexual you get with him. Who would’ve thought it be him and you in this position.

Bishop gasps the moment he sees his cum land on your face, followed by so much more started to come out. And how you stood there, mouth open, receiving every drop on your tongue, cheeks, and even on your forehead.

He had to pull your hand away from his now soft erection, with his head pushed back catching his breath. Looking down, he’s met with your face, looking down with a finger on your mouth. You were tasting his cum.

“You’re wild, you know that?” Bishop whispers, petting the top of your head, as if your face wasn’t covered in cum. You flash him a soft smile, slowly standing in wobbly legs. “Let’s watch a movie.”

Laying on your bed, Bishop caressed your head that was laying on his chest. “I love this scene.” You whisper seeing ‘Bling Ring’ the robbery scene playing. “How was today?” Bishop asked, moving his hand to your neck, making you turn to him.

You hum, repeating the moments of today in your head. “Magick came back with a neck brace I bedazzled it but, I don’t think Eddy is gonna let her wear it…” You start talking, receiving Bishop’s low hums, letting you know he was listening.

“That thing, came in, met the girls, met Eddy. I completely ignored her.” Rolling your eyes you repeat the moment Rue came in, and how quick Angel laid her eyes on her. “Angel’s probably fucking her right now.” Bishop raises his eyebrows, finding your eyes. “You don’t know that.” You scoff, sitting up. “Bishop, a girl’s intuition is never wrong.”

He just shrugs looking back at the TV. “Wouldn’t be the right thing to do.” How accurate.

You raise your eyebrows, “Right.”

“Angel asked about Tish.” You said after a moment of silence, you feel Bishop’s hand give your neck a soft squeeze. “What did you say?” You let out a shuddered breath, the image of Tish on the floor replaying on your head. “That I didn’t see her much at the party, that I left early and that she should ask Alamo.”

You bite your lip, “The girls already started a rumor that she ran away with someone.” Bishop sighs deeply, “Then let’s keep it that way.”

꧂

It was complicated to keep it that way. It only took Angel two days before she got angrier at the secrets and unknown questions that were being kept from her.

You noticed one night when you were at one of the poles, from the corner of your eye seeing her walk up to the bar, it was her fifth drink of the night in hand. You saw Rue ask her something, hard to hear because of the music.

It didn’t last since you saw her make her way towards Alamo’s booth, where Bishop and G were found sitting. The only thing you could hear was her asking for Tish. You took a spin on the pole, your eyes land back to seeing Angel flip Bishop off and walk away. For a second your eyes meet. You look away.

The next morning, the club hadn’t even opened, and Angel kept spiraling about Tish. It felt like hell on earth with her yelling and how she practically destroyed the makeup room.

“You need to chill. Like seriously.” You stood in the corner, two of the dancers by the hallway and others way further. You kept your arms crossed, hugging your own body while Angel just kept moving around, crashing everything.

That’s when she got near you, finger pointing straight to your face, it was shaking, so was Angel’s face, almost as if she was holding every emotion possible. “You know something. You have to know something.”

You don’t move, you don’t even breath or blink. It didn’t give you enough time since Eddy walked in. A quick shout towards Angel. “You stay here and shut your ass up or I bust your ass out of here if you continue this nonsense.”

But Angel wasn’t having it, it’s why she chose to start throwing anything she could get on her hands and throw it to his direction. Eddy quickly turned away swearing but making his way to the doorway.

“Angel!” He yells again, making his way back, you and the girls quickly hide to his office to avoid a fight.

“You throw one more fucking shoe at me, I’m gonna knock you the fuck out!”

Angel threw another shoe. Straight to his face.

It didn’t take long for Rue to be called and head to Eddy to offer help. “Lola, seriously, what happened?” Now standing in the hallway, whispering, you and two of the dancers stood on your robes, not daring to walk in until Angel calmed down.

“I really wish I could tell you guys if I remembered.” You quickly turned to Angel, pacing around the room, “But I don’t. I don’t know what else she wants from me.”

“Angel!” Rue crosses to the room, only to be met with another shoe being thrown at her by Angel, making you and the girls turn heads. It wasn’t exactly a nice image. Especially with the words coming out of Angel’s mouth.

But that didn’t stop Rue from cussing her back. Starting to give Angel a taste of her own medicine. And that shut her off quick.

“We can keep doing this or we can talk!” Rue yells, making Angel hold her anger for a minute, just to agree with Rue’s options, heading away to the bathroom.

꧂

You and Angel didn’t talk about what Rue told her. But you could imagine, Angel knew how Tish died.

She began to spiral. Not in a good way.

Drinking her way through work and even her free time. Using drugs to make herself feel numb. She was making Silver Springs feel heavy. Badly heavy.

“I’m not back till 1am. I’m covering for Angel.” You stood in the corner of the club, Bishop on the phone. “Why do you keep covering for her?” Bishop stood in his balcony, looking from afar trying to paint the image in his head.

You shrug to yourself, “Eddy has a mess here. No Tish. No Angel. We’re being put extra.” That’s when you see Angel unresponsive, the man she was giving a lap dance to arguing with Eddy for a refund.

“Come tonight. Bye.” You hang up, making your way to the makeup room. Sitting on the chair, you hear your phone ding.

I miss you so much.

“That girl needs help, yeah?” Rue walks in, apparently talking to you. You slowly turn your head to her, that tall figure and funky clothes she always wore.

You sit up, giving her and up and down look, “Maybe if you didn’t fucking kill Tish, you wouldn’t be in this fucking position.” Rue quickly furrows her brows, giving the door a quick look before looking back at you. “How do you know that?” She whispers but you just stand up, fix the dark purple set you had on and brushed past her.

꧂

You walked in a little late to Silver Springs. Last night you saw Bishop after not seeing him for five days. And well, you missed him.

Your bed creaked hard against the wall, you would think Bishop was being sent off to war with how hard and needy his thrusts were meeting your ass. “You needed this didn’t you?” Bishop grunted above you. A hard grip on your hips as he fucked his dick in and out of you.

Moans and whimpers were the only thing that came out your mouth. It felt so good. Almost too good being fucked by Bishop on a fresh clean bed inside a cold room. “I needed it. Baby— I needed you.” You moan out, gripping your sheets as tight as you could.

Bishop leaned down, soft groans and huffs against your ears. “You were so good, weren’t you? Eddy told me you were on your best behavior.” You roll your eyes, pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts.

You can hear him smirk, a hand wrapping around your neck to make you look at him despiste your fuck out expression. “You did it for me? All for me, princess?”

His thrusts got harder, faster; you could feel him getting close. You could only whine to him, a small nod, “I did it for you B— I wanted to be good for you...” Bishop hums, pushing you back to the mattress so he could hold your hips.

As much as he loved having your face right by his, the image of his dick coming in and out of your wet pussy was the thing he didn’t want to miss out on. Especially when he felt you twitch, on him, gripping him hard, almost as if you were trying to slow him down.

“Creaming all over me, do you know that baby?” And he was right. His whole dick had started to come out covered with your white cream, you couldn’t help it, not when Bishop fucked you so deep and hard that it made you break down.

That didn’t stop you from sitting up, short sobs coming out of your mouth and lustful tears. “It feels so good!” You moan out, pushing yourself back to his dick, you heard him groan at your new movement, “I don’t want you to stop— please.” You could feel your orgasm come close, building up like it was a volcano.

“I won’t.” Bishop said. Eyes closed; he had no idea what came over him. “Are you on the pill?” His question gets your attention, quickly turning around, you shake your head.

Despite his poker face, you could tell he was thinking, quickly picking himself up. “I’ll buy you the pill.” Oh my God, Bishop is— “I’m gonna cum inside, ok?” You moan at his words, like you literally moan to the idea of him finishing inside of you.

“I want it…Bishop I want it so bad.” You hiccupped, so lost in the feeling. “I want to cum…baby— please cum with me. I want to feel it...” You continue to beg. Bishop leans forward and finds your lips, crashing them together. That’s when you felt it, the volcano explode.

You moaned against Bishop’s mouth with your orgasm washing over you. Quick gasps escaped when you felt him cum. Inside. Thick white spurts of cum shooting inside of you. You were gone. Bishop had bitten down on your shoulder, leaving a mark, he had never felt something feel as good as it did right now.

You could’ve said it right there, with Bishop’s seed making his way inside, his soft hands on your body and his hard breathing against you.

I love you.

The scenery of last night cuts off when you hear Angel yell at Eddy. It didn’t give you time to think before you see her angrily walk away the club. Looking through the window, you see her make her way towards Rue.

“She’s going to rehab.” You turn to see Midnight and Magick stand behind you. You shake your head lightly, “She can’t afford that.” But that’s when Eddy walked by, “Alamo’s covering it.”

꧂

“Why would Alamo cover it?” You laid on the floor of your house, back against the couch where Bishop sat beside you. He was cleaning his gun, took the opportunity to show you the parts of it.

“He takes care of his dancers, I assume.” He answers, hands busy with the weapon and towel. You look back to him, head resting on his thigh, “She really wasn’t ok, B. Like— mentally she wasn’t ok.”

Bishop just raises his eyebrows, his hand finding your head to pet it, he had gotten so used to doing this. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Back in a couple of weeks better than ever.”

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep on top of him. You had told him, ‘I’m just closing my eyes’ but that led to you softly snoring on his chest for 20 minutes. Taking the opportunity of your sleeping figure, he had put ‘Have Gun - Will Travel’ on your TV, after an episode or two he’d lead you to bed for a good night sleep.

That was his plan until his phone rang. Rue. He takes a quick look down at you before answering it. Picking up the phone, he only hears a seatbelt before Rue talked, “Yeah, I just dropped her off.” “Copy that.” Bishop talks, knowing he had to now pass the message to Alamo.

He hoped it ended then, but Rue talked again, “I’m a little worried about her, though.” Bishop doesn’t think about keeping this ongoing. Instantly, he thought about the best words his family taught him growing up, “God helps those who help themselves.” He ends the call with that, not wishing to continue this conversation. He does stay looking at the phone for a moment, thinking about how much trouble this woman has slowly been bringing.

“Who was that?” Your voice alerts Bishop. Seeing how you slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes, slowly stretching. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Bishop says, caressing your leg, but you just shrug. “Who were you talking to?” You ask again.

Bishop felt that emotion again. Desire. Desire to take you away from all of this. A life you didn’t deserve to land on. Wanted to run away with you and start over. Just you, and only you were the thing he desired.

He loved you.

“No one.”

And that stayed on his head for the rest of his work all day. All day.

You and Bishop had been together for quite some time where you both enjoyed each other’s company and love for one another.

Bishop loves having sex with you.

He loves the way your face scrunches when he makes his fat head inside your wet pussy. The moans and whimpers you let out when you take him in every position. Most importantly, he loves making you feel good.

So if you wanted to do anal, he would happily do so.

“What gained your interest to do this?” Back home, tie undone you left small kisses on his neck sitting his lap while he stared at the toy you showed him the minute he walked in. A butt plug. “I don’t know. It was a calling.” You mumble looking at it. The calling was a phone call from your friend saying you should try it.

His soft hand that was caressing your back reaches for the lube you had placed on the table. “You’ve been doing this for how long?” He looks at you, quite shocked with how you had been quite ahead of this.

You get shy at his question, hiding in his neck. “Does it even matter?” “To me, of course.” He answers. You just let a low hum. “Are you up for it?” You asked coyly, giving him your best begging eyes and sweetest smile. He takes a deep breath.

How can he say no?

Now in your bed, you laid your head on a pillow with your back arched to Bishop, who was too lost on the view and his actions. Sliding his long fingers in and out your wet pussy, in awe with how wet his fingers came out each time he pulled away.

“So wet, baby— practically dripping on the bed.” Bishop muttered, curling his fingers. You let out moans by each movement, pushing back chasing more. Bishop eyes were stuck on the plug you had in your hole, a pink gem design shining in the dimmed room.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips his dick, “Give it a kiss baby.” You hear Bishop talk behind you, having to turn yourself and kiss his low abdomen and then place light kisses all over his dick.

Opening the lube, he squirts a good amount on his hand and strokes his hard dick. “Are you ready?” He asked softly, making you go back to all fours. You always thought it was the nicest and cutest thing Bishop did was to ask you questions like this, like he wasn’t about to shove his whole dick in your ass.

“Yes.” You whisper, feeling him pull out the plug, and align his dick. Soft groans came out your mouth the moment he started to push in, inch by inch. Bishop quickly shushes you in a soft tone, massaging your shoulder while his other hand held his dick.

Bishop couldn’t believe it, how tight your ass was, and how good it was taking him. “Bishop.” You whimper, bringing your fingers to your clit. “So good, angel. You’re taking it so good for me.” He praises, starting slow thrusts in and out of you. His dick felt so much bigger, it felt like it was the first time you were having sex with him.

“Baby, you’re fucking me so good…” You moan, looking back to see him. Bishop was gone, mouth agape looking down at your hole, how easy his dick was sliding in and out of you. “You’re heaven…” He looks at you, “You’re fucking heaven.”

You just nod, not noticing drool coming out your mouth. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” You chant dropping your head down to the mattress. A loud moan comes out of you when you feel Bishop push his fingers inside your pussy.

“You gonna cum, baby? Cum with a dick in your ass?”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I’m gonna cum!” You whine feeling your orgasm approach, you could only hear his groans, your moans getting higher, his fast thrusts and your wet pussy gushing on Bishop’s fingers.

He groans at this one thrust, this one thrust that made him stop with how hard your gripped him, practically trapping him. “Cum, cum right now, baby.” You didn’t need to be told twice, practically screaming you gripped his dick and fingers hard while your orgasm took over.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Baby, don’t stop!” You begged Bishop, gripping his forearm, you made him lay on top of you, continuous thrusts. “I’m gonna cum— fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Bishop groaned against your ear, cumming deep inside your ass.

You couldn’t stop moaning, sobbing practically at his cum spurting inside of you. Heavy breathing came out both your mouths. A quick ‘I love you.’ coming out Bishop’s mouth before leaving kisses all over your face, finding your lips.

Slowly pushing himself out, Bishop lets out a soft groan to the view of his cum dribbling out your hole, making its way down to the lips of your pussy, where you brought your hand to rub his cum onto it.

You hum as you turn on your back, spreading your legs, you start rubbing your pussy, showing Bishop how it fluttered. “My pussy feels empty now..” You said in that seducing tone that made Bishop’s dick jump. He shakes his head lightly, pulling you by your thighs, lining himself up again.

“Heaven.”

.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲

It was a dream to wake up on Bishop’s chest, you wished you could’ve stayed like this forever. Soothing your back, you could only hear his voice in the dark room, “We can’t keep doing this when we get back.” Bishop whispered. You lifted your head to connect your lips, a slow kiss while he guided you on top of him. “I mean it, Bunny.” He shudders feeling your naked body on top of his, guiding him inside of you. “We won’t.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have never said that.

Now two weeks and a half later, you and Bishop hadn’t talked, well, he hadn’t talked to you at any point. It was finally a Friday he came back to the club, sitting by Alamo’s side in the booth. You took your opportunity to go up to him when Alamo went to a private with two of the dancers. “Hello, Bishop.” You said, feeling your body have an anxious feeling.

He looks over at you, seeing your panties that had a small skirt attached, your top being a see through-bra. Lavender color. “Bunny.” He smiled. Oh my God, he smiled. Ignoring your beating heart, your body acted quicker. You leaned down on his ear,

“Find me at Alamo’s.” Was the last thing you said before leaving.

A party at Alamo’s wasn’t exactly ever a bad idea. It’s why you showed up at afternoon with Midnight. Sitting at one of the guest rooms, music blasting you laid on the bed wearing a bikini while Midnight ironed your jean shorts. Tish had come back from her surgery and was picking which swimsuit to wear.

“Did Kidd mention me like at all?” She asked you while you rolled a blunt. “I mean, yeah. Haven’t seen him.” You weren’t exactly paying attention. You couldn’t when Bishop was the only thing on your mind. So, there you were, looking at the last message you sent him.

Hope you’re okay :)

You didn’t text much, even for a moment you thought Alamo had fired him. But then you would hear his name through Kidd or Eddy and felt comfort knowing he was still there. You weren’t even sure why you told him to see you at Alamo’s, you didn’t have proper reason to talk to him. Just then, seeing Midnight lift the dark pink dress you were going to wear tonight, your phone dings.

At 8:45pm, find me in the room you’re in.

You couldn’t help but smile.

꧂

It was a chill party, a lot of the dancers and other girls in attendance. Drink in hand you checked your phone. 8:40pm. “I’m gonna go pee.” You yell in the dance floor and make your way upstairs. Crossing through crowds, you were in front of the door. Just then you see someone at the corner of your eye.

Bishop.

Your heart flutters seeing him, unavailable to hide a smile. Coat in his hand, he walks to the point where he’s in front of you. His height creeping over yours, “Get in.” He said, reaching to the doorknob. Sitting on the bed, Bishop locked the door. “Alamo not here yet?” You asked now that he faced the room. “No.” He looks at you, “This room’s a mess.” You laugh, feeling too many emotions go in your body.

“I missed you.” You whispered, seeing Bishop make his way in front of you. “I know.” He answers, making his fingers hold your chin. Your hand made his way to his thigh, “I missed you.” You repeat, feeling more desperate.

Bishop leans down, his mouth gazing yours, “I know.” Your lips crash into each other. Desperation, obsession, lust. “Where were you?” You had too many questions, you hated that he just walked in and hadn’t said anything but answer how much you missed him.

“Work.” He kissed down your neck. You could feel his own need, like his patience was just wearing off. Tugging down your shorts he took in the glittery blue bikini you put on. “You bought this in San Diego.” He whispered, hands exploring your body. You just nodded to him, making your hands find his belt. Freeing his erection, you looked up at him, doe eyes meeting his. “Thought about you every night, B.” You stroked him, seeing his breathing get quicker. “Touched myself, had a toy, even my pillow.” You shake your head, “I just wanted you.”

He wasted no time, pushing your panties to the side he slowly made his way in your cunt. With no protection he felt even better. “Can’t let them hear you.” He muttered with a hand on your throat, not a tight squeeze but tight enough to quiet your moans. Fast thrusts were going in and out of your wet cunt, the room filled by the music from downstairs, Bishop’s grunts and your whines were still heard. “Did you miss me?” You whimpered, having your hands grip his button shirt from the back. “Yes, baby.” He groans out, “Missed you, missed this pussy.”

Now with your legs hanging on his shoulders, you mewl at the sensation. “You’re so deep, Bishop!” “I know, puppy…You like it like that don’t you?” Bishop doesn’t slow down, just goes quicker knowing he is on the clock and Alamo would get there soon. But he also didn’t care, not when he was with you, and had you all for himself. “So good, I love it like this.” You moan, feeling yourself get closer. You spread your legs to him, giving him a heavenly view of how he was ruining.

His dick would come out wet, lubricated with you your juices, your thighs light shaking each time he pulled out, leaving his head in and pushing all the way back in. “I’m gonna cum—” You push your elbows up, seeing how Bishop fucked you. “You want to ask me?” He huffs, grateful of how cold the room despite how hot he felt in this, well, activity. You brought your finger to your mouth to bite it and hold your sounds from not being loud. You nod at his question.

Bishop scoffs, bringing his thumb to your puffy clit, small quick circles. “Let me hear you.” Drool falls out of your mouth, “Please— Bishop I wanna cum.” You moan, feeling his tight movements on your clit cause effect. “Yeah?” “Uh-huh…I want it.” You were so close, so close you couldn’t even process words. “Do it, baby. Show me.” Bishop muttered after knowing you reached your limit of holding it.

His hand went back to your throat the moment your cunt tightens around his dick, to the point he had to stop thrusting. You were chanting his name as you came for what felt like a lifetime. Bishop studied your expression, eyebrows raised and a small smile forming with your moans. “So good.” You whisper, “You fuck me so good, baby.” Bishop gave you more thrusts before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. There was something so beautiful about see you covered in his cum to him.

“You know you can cum in me. I don’t mind.”

“You’re funny.”

Bishop had cleaned you and helped you dress again. Now you sat at the bed and saw him but his belt back on. “What are you gonna do now?” You ask out of curiosity, giving he wasn’t exactly always at Alamo’s, at least not the times you had been there. “Pick up an order for Alamo.” He responded. “Did he say something about San Diego?” Bishop was hoping you didn’t ask that.

After Bishop left you at your apartment, he had headed to Alamo’s to drop the guns and other work things. “How was she?” Alamo asked holding one of the weapons. “Insufferable, most of the time.” Bishop lied, “The rest was fine.” Alamo chuckled sitting back. “You fuck her?” Bishop never put up a fight with Alamo, at least not with this whole situation he was trying to pin up against him. Bishop’s not stupid, he’d even confidently say he’s smarter than Alamo. But he knows Alamo wasn’t born yesterday, it’s why it’s like walking around eggshells working with him while not telling him stuff.

“If I tell you I did. Can we just drop this whole thing overall?” Bishop wanted to get out of the assumption, he wish he could just get out of it all. Alamo just hummed, “Let’s hear it, see how it sounds.” Bishop tightened his jaw, holding anger. “I fucked Lola Bunny.” Alamo smiled, almost about to burst into laughter. But he didn’t, not with the busy day he had. “You’re excused.” No expression, Bishop made his way out.

“Bishop.”

He stops on his tracks, inches away from the door. He turned around to face Alamo again. “You can fuck her all you want. You can even beat her and pimp her out all I care for.” Alamo points to him, “But that don’t make her yours. Not with me around. I can share my bitches, but I don’t sell them out like that, especially not to men like you.” And that stuck with Bishop, you had no form of escape from him. Not with the value you started to carry.

“You didn’t come up if that’s what you’re wondering.” Bishop tells you, seeing you nod. “See you.” Was the last thing he said before walking out.

꧂

Hours later the party was going great. You hadn’t seen Bishop again, but you didn’t want to let that bother you. Especially after taking an edible, you just kept dancing with the girls. It was then when Tish came back, a taller girl behind her. “Dude where were you?” Midnight asked Tish. “Needed to put my bikini.” She grabs the woman, “This is Rue!” You and the girls all said ‘Hi’ in union.

She just smiled, checking out all of you. “Ladies, ladies.” “How do you know Alamo?” You asked her, starting to hear things muffled with the edible kicking in. “I— uh, I work for Laurie.” She yells back, but you just furrowed your eyebrows. “Who’s Laurie?” You looked at Tish, who dismissed you with a squeal since her favorite song started to play.

More minutes of dancing, you didn’t notice Bishop waking in until he pulled Rue by the arm, dragging her out. With little consciousness you saw him walk with her until he stopped on his tracks. The only thing you heard was ‘She works for Laurie.’ before you continued dancing. “I’m going to Kidd; I’ll be right back.” Tish told you making her way out.

More time had passed where you saw that the Rue girl was sitting with Alamo smoking a blunt, Bishop behind. He only looked at you once, making you flash a smile. “Let’s go upstairs, I’m bored.” One of your girlfriends said taking you by the hand upstairs. Giggling away you only caught Rue talking to Alamo about hiring her. “You hear that?” Midnight asked you, referring to Rue. You scoff, “Like she could pole dance.” You were obviously not in the right mind set.

It was nice to go to the bathroom in peace, far from the noise. Sitting on the toilet, hands on your forehead, a quick realization came to you. Where is Tish? Going out the bathroom, you made your way to the guest rooms, “Tish?” You called out through the hallway. You could hear the party getting louder, girls screaming and laughing, but you still made your way to the bedroom. “Tish?” You entered, no one’s here. But that’s when you look down. Oh my God.

Tish was laying on the floor still, foam coming out her mouth. You gasped at the horrific image in front of you. You felt your whole body get cold, suddenly not feeling your brain funny and your breathing getting tight. A scream erupted from you, feeling frightened you walked away until your body hit the wall. Your scream was heard because you heard footsteps approaching, Kidd. “What the fuck happened?!” He asked, but all you did was point to the room, uncontrollably sobbing.

Just then, Bishop goes up the stairs. “Tish dead.” Kidd tells him. But Bishop looks at you, horrified with the situation. “Find G. Tell Alamo.” Bishop orders, Kidd just nods and walks out. He turns to you, hands on your mouth, tears dropping like rain. “Baby…” Bishop whispered, pulling you to his chest. It wasn’t a long hold, since he dragged you down the hallway taking you to the basement.

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The night felt like it got longer. You, Kidd and Bishop sat on the basement. “Bunny.” You look up from your lap to Bishop, all your makeup wiped away with your dry tears. “You tell anyone what happened to Tish. He’ll have you killed.” There’s nothing but fear and anxiety on your body. You had never witnessed a death in front of you, let alone someone you knew. Bishop was right, he always was.

“Do you understand?” He gets your attention again. You sniffled, nodding your head, “Yes, Bishop.” “Shit’s laced with Fentanyl.” Kidd spoke after testing the drug Tish had taken. Bishop stands up making his way upstairs. “Take Lola home.” Was the last thing he said. Hearing Kidd sigh he stands up taking his keys. “Let’s roll.”

The car felt cold. Everything felt cold. “What are they going to do?” You spoke low, you genuinely felt like you were in a dream, a nightmare. “I don’t know, man.” Kidd said, “Tish was bad as fuck.” A glare appeared on your face, looking at him. “Yeah? Well, she’s fucking dead.” You spit, making Kidd look at you. “Bitch, you act like I killed her. It was that freak that came in.” “Yeah and Alamo probably going to kill her too.” You scoff looking lit the window.

“Did you and Bishop fuck?” Your heart drops, you fight your best to not overreact. “Why does everybody think we fucked? He’s like 50.” Kidd laughs, “Bishop’s like 35. I think.” He mumbles, not sure himself. “It’s just that, I don’t know. He doesn’t really care for the dancers, but you come in and, I don’t know. He tolerates you. I’m not saying we do it all the time but when we talk shit of some— some, of the dancers…you never come up.” “Well yeah, I’m perfect.” You spoke.

“He likes you. It’s what I’m saying.” Kidd gets to the apartment complex. “I’d even say he cares for you.”

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You took what felt like the longest shower in your life. You even put the clothes you wore apart in a bag, you couldn’t stomach the thought of wearing it again. Laying on your bed, you were watching whatever was on TV to clear your mind. That’s when your phone rang. “Bishop.” You pick it up. He says your name, your real name. It just made your tears swell up. “Let me go to you.” He said. A quiet sob escapes from you, “Ok.” You whimper, hearing him hang up.

An hour passed. It was close to 4am. That’s when you hear a knock on your door. Making your way out, you didn’t even think twice about opening it. There Bishop stood, slowly walking in he pulls you to him. More sobs came from you. You were overwhelmed. You didn’t notice he closed the door himself, making his way to your bedroom. “What happened? What will you do?” You sobbed. But Bishop just sat you on your bed to wipe your tears away. “You have to breath.” But that just made you sob harder, pushing him away. “Tish just fucking died, Bishop! What the fuck are you telling me to fucking breath?” He just looked at you, no words, no expression.

“Get out.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Bishop, get the fuck out.”

But he didn’t move, at least no to leave. He stands up and takes off his coat. “I can’t leave you alone.” He said, looking around your room. “You’re scared I’ll snitch to the police.” You threaten, and you swear he’s holding his temper at you. “No, Lola. I can’t leave you alone because it’s not right.” He answers, taking off his bolo tie. “Can I shower here?” He points to your bathroom door. You could kill him right now. “Sure.” You mutter.

Laying on your bed again, you finally started to feel the tiredness kick in. Drifting to sleep, you still heard Bishop make his way out your bathroom. You then feel the bed dip, Bishop wraps his arms around your body. You feel him place a kiss on your neck, one behind your ear. A singular tear falls out, finding his hand you hold it to your chest. Comfort kicked in, you felt your body cool down with having him on your side. It was hard to not love this. To not love him. You sighed closing your eyes, little energy, you spoke again.

“I wish I never met you.”

It wasn’t until the car ride to his place was full on quiet, no matter how many questions or comments you did, Bishop said nothing. Once you clicked the dots together, it’s when you thought he was just being dramatic.

“Kidd is like a friend. Friends dance! Not my fault you never dance with me.” Now inside the house, you followed every single one of his movements, saw him take off his coat, put his beads and gun aside, making his way to the kitchen.

He slowly turned to you, that still face not moving, “Go to the bedroom. Strip. Don’t move a muscle and wait for me.” Your heart dropped, that playful smile you were carrying fading away. And knowing Bishop, you weren’t going to overstep the line even more.

Getting in the bedroom, you closed the door and quickly stripped, only leaving your thong on. Sitting in the center of the bed, you felt your heart beating loud, overly excited but nervous of what you and Bishop were to do.

Just then the door opens, Bishop walking in. He takes in the scenery in front of him. But he snaps back by making his way to a couch that sat at the corner of the room. Sitting down, he spread his legs lightly, looking desirable as ever in his formal clothes.

“Crawl.” You heard him say, your heart dropping to a million. And you aren’t stupid, not with Bishop. Going down to floor, you crawled to him. He felt so far from you. Once in between his legs, you sit on your knees, looking up to him.

“Up.” He says, and you knew what it meant. Using his knees, you lay your stomach on his lap. Bishop straightens his posture, using his left hand to caress your ass. Slowly massaging the fat, he makes his hand trace to the hook of your panties.

Your breath shudders feeling sudden coldness down your core. “You know why I’m doing this?” He asks, his deep voice making you breath harder. “Yes, Bishop.” You mumble.

The first smack lands on your left cheeks, a quiet yelp escaping your mouth. “Try again.” You sighed, having your hands grip the arm rest of the couch. “Yes, Daddy.” Bishop holds his smile from hearing the name you called him. He felt you becoming more submissive.

Spank after spank after spank, Bishop slowed down once he felt your butt burn and tinted red. Leaving his last spank, he went back to massaging, hearing your whines. “So good, baby. You take your punishment so good for Daddy.” He whispered.

But Bishop was far from done, and you knew that when you felt him spread your ass, hearing him grown. “You wet, baby? Did Daddy spanking you get you wet?” You moan in response, not having the courage to speak up.

But Bishop thinks quicker, spreading you even more, he spits on your pussy, his fingers entering you, sliding through your lips and clit. Breathy moans come out of you, pushing your hips back to meet with Bishop’s movements.

“Needy baby.” Bishop stands you up, dragging you to the end of the bed, forcing you to sit. “You want to say something?” He asked, his height powering over you while he reached for his belt. You could’ve just said that you were sorry and move on, but truth is you still thought your perspective was valid.

“Daddy, it was just a dance.” You mumble, not looking at his eyes. Bishop just hums, “You think the dance is what upsets me?” You didn’t answer, regretting pushing his buttons. Bishop wasn’t going to accept that.

Pushing you back to the bed, he manhandles you on your stomach, pulling you towards him. You can feel your pussy flutter hearing the belt unbuckle. But you gasp when he reaches for your wrists, feeling him tie them with his belt.

Feeling your hips move up, Bishop wasted no time on pushing his dick inside of you, ignoring your loud whimpers, he starts thrusting in and out of you.

Uncontrollable moans came out of your mouth. Bishop’s long dick felt so good, feeling him slide into your gummy walls and his head slightly kissing your cervix, and then coming out, letting it hang out your lips, and repeat. Harder each time.

“Daddy— Oh fuck! Daddy please!” You moaned, feeling his hips hit harder each time. The grip he had on your hands would make your toes curls. “You get so dumb for me…so submissive and you just take whatever.” Bishop muttered, propping his leg on the bed to get even deeper.

You practically sobbed, you had never felt this way while Bishop fucked you, and he has fucked you multiple times. It was euphoric.

“Use your words, pretty.” He groaned. But you couldn’t whatsoever. Incoherent babbles and breathy moans coming out of you, your pussy gripping his dick to the point it was becoming hard for Bishop to move.

A hard spank lands on your ass, making your skin burn from the previous spanking Bishop gave you. “I’m sorry! Daddy— please I’m so sorry—” You managed to whimper out, your orgasm approaching.

Bishop huffed, “Say it again.” Beside your pushed down face a pool of drool was forming, face wet from the tears that came out of you. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m yours, I wanna be yours…”

He hums, suddenly freeing you from his belt yo turn you to your back, dick still shoved inside, he shoves your knees to your chest. “Show me, show me how you cum.” Gone wasn’t even the word you could describe yourself. Legs wildly shaking, eyes shut and mouth agape with short moans leaving it, you came, hard.

Bishop didn’t ever think to stop, to lost in his own release he gave you back his attention when he felt your hand push your stomach. He just shook his head and pushed it away, “Take it like the big girl you are.”

And you did, you tried your best. It wasn’t until your second orgasm creeped in that a light squirt forced Bishop’s dick to come out of you. Ignoring your moans, he just lightly tapped the of his dick on your clit making more squirts come out.

“Bishop.” You sobbed to him, begging for a break. And Bishop could’ve kept going, have you ride him until you passed out, but he knew you had a limit he would never overstep.

Taking the back of your head, a soft grip followed with him shoving himself inside your mouth. He didn’t fuck your mouth for that long before he came inside of it.

Tightening his grip, he groaned through his climax, “Swallow it. Swallow it, baby.” Gagging and moaning you accepted every single drop of cum, barely even tasting it with how quick you accepted it.

You were a mess, you couldn’t even believe you hadn’t passed out. Bishop takes your head in his hands, the most passionate kiss being delivered onto you. “I’m sorry, daddy.” You mumble against his lips, weak and with a hoarded voice.

“I forgive you.”

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