Ariel

Hours after breakfast, you were on the couch bouncing on top of Bishop. Sliding his full dick in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. His hands tight on your hips, controlling your movements. “Don’t stop, baby— don’t stop.” He’d moan, full of lust looking at the way your cunt was squeezing seeing how wet you’d get each thrust.

You then went back to bed in the evening after a dinner with friends. Bishop fucking you on all fours, a pillow under you to give him a better leverage to thrust into you. Practically drooling, you couldn’t stop begging Bishop to keep his hard thrusts onto you. “So big— daddy you’re so big inside of me.” You moan, not being able to keep your composure for him. “Yeah…yeah, can feel you squeezing me.” Bishop groans, making your legs bend by resting your feet up on his thighs, “Show me, baby. Show Daddy how good it feels.”

You whine at the small change, pushing back to his thrusts. But the more you pushed yourself back, the more you felt something inside of you build up, something unusual. With the mix of your movements, the spanks Bishop left on your ass and his thumb circling on your other hole, you couldn’t ignore what was that thing building inside of you.

“D…Daddy I have to pee—” You sob, trying to slow yourself down. “What?” He asks, holding one of your ankles, but not slowing down his thrusts. “I have to pee!” You whine, looking back to him, teary face from the stimulation of before. Chest heaving up and down, Bishop pulls out ignoring your whines he makes you lay on your back. “You don’t have to pee.” He said, keeping a calm tone. “You don’t know that.” You answer, feeling a tiny bit of embarrassment creep on you. Bishop closes his eyes for a moment, before leaning in to kiss you.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips when you feel his fingers go inside of you, curling movements while his thumb worked quick circles on your clit. “Daddy, let me pee.” “No, baby. Let me make you feel good.” Bishop whispers against your lips. His mouth moved to your tit, sucking it while he quickened his pace while also holding your thigh to keep you spread open. You whine, pushing your head back at how good Bishop was making you feel.

“Daddy! Oh, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, feeling your legs shake, “Do it, baby. Be a good girl and cum.” That’s when you felt it, that thing inside of you snap. With your eyes shut at the sensation you didn’t see him but you felt it. You felt Bishop’s mouth go to your cunt and drink all the squirt that was coming out of you, practically drinking it like water. Your orgasm still hadn’t even gotten there, just your wetness come out and into Bishop’s tongue.

“Baby…” You finally look down, seeing Bishop practically eat you whole. Too overwhelmed you pushed him away from you. Pulling away, he looks up at you. Mouth and beard dripping wet, he lined himself up to you again. You moan at his first thrust, “You drank it, daddy…” He nods, fasten his movements, going harder at the sound of your wet cunt and your choked up moans.

“Could do this all day.”

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Sitting down, you opened it, feeling your heart drop a little when you saw 20 bands of money inside. Taking it out the envelope, you passed your hands around it, feeling the fresh money on your hands.

“Bishop left that for you.” You quickly turn to see Big Eddy closing his office. “Don’t know if they’ll let you do privates, maybe he felt bad.” He said, “Anyway, you’re better at the performances and the men outside, you’re better than that.” You smile to him, a quick nod. “Thanks, Eddy.”

Packing your stuff, you made your way out to Angel’s car. “When you getting a car?” She asked while the two of you drove to a fast food that would be open. “When I win a million dollars and get a Range Rover.” Angel laughs, “What do you think about Bishop?” You ask, deciding to test the waters on what the other girls thought about him. “En qué sentido?” She looks at you for a moment, a confused expression on her face.

You shrug, “Like, as a person. What do you think of him?” She stays quiet for a moment before letting out a laugh. “Did you like fuck him or something?” “No! No I didn’t you fucking pervert!” You shrieked while she let out a continuous laugh. I mean, you weren’t gonna tell anyone what actually happened in the private, at least not yet.

“He’s a little weirdo. Why did he reveal himself to you in there? Confess his sins or like showed you some powers?” You roll your eyes at Angel’s joke, “He left me all this money and Eddy told me I wasn’t gonna do privates.” Angel hums, finding a drive-thru. “Maybe you’re going onto bigger things. Maybe they’ll traffic you.” Angel made this spooky hands against your face, quickly you pushed them away, “That’s not funny.” You mumble, hearing her hum. “You’re right, it’s not.”

You look down at the envelope again, his phone number written down. You wanted to call him. But you couldn’t help but think what thatwas even going to get you. Bishop was not going to start a relationship with you, so what was the point of doing it? “Can you stay with me? Tish is gone and I’m so alone.” Angel asked before rolling her window to order. “Sure.” You replied softly.

꧂

Laying beside Angel’s sleeping figure you googled Bishop’s phone number hoping to find something. Nothing. You kept in mind that he was a henchman, you have no idea what phone he actually was giving you. Considering that Angel is sleeping, you went to messages.

Hi Bishop:) thanks for the money. I can’t help but feel like I owe you one. lol!

Looking at the message, you quickly turned off your phone and closed your eyes. Not wanting to overthink anything. That was the plan until you felt it vibrate. So late at night, you doubt it would be someone else you knew texting you.

Do not worry. I just wanted to made sure you got the money from the private.

You smile at the message, you turn to your stomach.

You’re up late. Isn’t it past your bedtime?

Isn’t it past yours?

Not if I’m talking to you. :)

You work tomorrow, you should rest up.

You work too lmao

And you’re the one that gave me your phone number.

For professional reasons. Don’t get excited.

Nothing about tonight was professional.

It was just a dance.

You literally humped me but okay 🙄

Goodnight, Lola.

You really didn’t want the conversation to end. It felt like it was a reward to be able to talk to Bishop out of work, this intimate even though it was through the phone.

You’ll see me in your dreams.

Night, B.

Bishop was alone in his bed, smiling at his phone. Smiling at your text. Bishop thought it could be a smart thing to have this thing with you. As long as he kept it under control, and far from Alamo’s knowledge. He needed you. He wanted you.

꧂

“I don’t know who that guy last night was, but Magick begged Alamo and Eddy to give her a week off so, she’s also out for the week.” G explained sitting in the booth with Alamo, Kidd and Bishop; discussing the events that happened yesterday. “Security’s weak, too easy of access for some freaks to enter.” Kidd said looking at the main stage. “When Tish coming back?” He asked facing Alamo. “None your fucking business, go get my dinner.” He demanded, making Kidd scramble away.

“You talk to Laurie?” Alamo asks Bishop, who was too focused looking at you. Grinding on top this man while facing Bishop, the man just kept shoving dollars through your bright orange g-string. “She’ll have them ready by next week.” Bishop responded, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Do you feel bad that you practically told her she sucked ass?” G asks Bishop, who had quickly caught where his eyes were wondering. “No. Don’t want to create some beef.” Bishop looks at G. “I doubt that woman got time for some fight over a dance.” Alamo said, clanking his rings. Bishop went back to looking at you, this time meeting your back, seeing you grind on top of the man. It brought him memories to having you in that position. How you were so vulnerable to him.

“Would you fuck her?” Alamo asked again. Making both G and Bishop look at his direction. G and Bishop make eye contact for a brief moment before G points to himself. “Me?” “You got the brain of a mule? You, fool.” Alamo addressed Bishop. “That’s not for me to determine.” “The fuck you wanna mean by that?” Alamo asks, clearly upset Bishop wasn’t giving him the answer he wanted. “It should be up to her, and I could give less of a fuck.” Bishop answers again.

You made your way to Alamo, he had asked you to go over to him for a favor. Heart beating fast knowing Bishop was right there, you smiled to the men and looked at Alamo. “Mr. Brown.” “Miss Bunny.” Alamo cleared his throat. “Tell me your plans for Sunday and Monday.” You start to think what were your plans Sunday, what was he planning for you? In the end, you just shrug, “Nothing, I guess. If I’m not counting my hours here.” Alamo shook his head, “You not gonna work, I need you to make me a big favor.” Briefly you look at G, not wanting to look at Bishop.

“You and Bishop gonna drive to San Diego, pick up some guns. I’m sending you with him cause last time you,” He points at Bishop, “almost got yourself killed. Can’t lose you over your stupidity.” Bishop looks at your face, a blank look covered by glittery makeup. “What am I supposed to do?” You ask, almost sounding dumb to Alamo. “Eye candy, bitch. You’ll be leaving Saturday morning, pack a suitcase, and don’t even think to complain.” No words left in your mouth, you just scoff, walking away. “Look at that ass bounce.” G mutters, always looking to get a reaction out of Bishop.

꧂

I had nothing to do with what Alamo told you.

It’s not a long process, the hotel has a pool and it’s just one meeting you have to go to. I promise you’ll be in safe hands.

I’m sorry if this upsets you.

Back at his home, Bishop sat in his balcony. Knowing you were on break, is why he texted you. And you were on your break, smoking a cigarette which isn’t something you usually do but you were trying to relax after the shift you were given.

I’m not upset. I kinda wish that man just exploded or something.

Can I say this to you? How do I know you won’t snitch?

I won’t. I doubt he would care.

You smile at his text.

What are you doing?

I’m home. Resting.

Don’t you want to ask me out before our getaway trip?

We’re not dating.

Pls ask me out to eat, I deserve it after today.

This old ass guy wouldn’t shut up about his divorce.

Why?

Guess you’ll have to take me out to find out.

Bishop scoffed, he secretly enjoyed when you would gain this boost of confidence in you.

I’ll pick you up at 10.

☺️see u there.

And Bishop is a man of his word, not looking for any speculations, he told you to walk out of the parking lot of the club. He saw you walk out wearing this purple tank top and shorts, your duffel bag in hand. Bishop thought you looked beautiful with your face bare and your hair loose. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” You exclaimed getting in his car, receiving nothing. “Yeah…” Bishop said, driving away. “You know if we really want to get along I should stay at your place.” “Now you’re just saying bullshit.” He said, making you giggle, “I like when you drop this act of yours.” You mumble, “What do you mean?” “Like all day you carry such a serious face. But when you’re all alone you get like— calm, loose.” Bishop knew what you meant, you were just like him, observant.

“Dude, say something.” You went to poke his cheek, “Stop.” He moved away, holding his laugh. “You can laugh with me, B…in fact, I hope I get to make you at least crack one smile through this trip of ours.” “Bet.” Bishop replied, eyes focused on the road. Just then he extended his hand to yours, a handshake. You genuinely couldn’t shake the big smile you had on your face off. You went in to shake it, slowly bringing your interlinked hands to your lap.

Bishop never let go.

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Bishop always came and disappeared on your life. You didn’t mind, you also had a busy life, it was a ‘casual’ thing. But Tuesday, your car had been towed leaving you with no transport, you had texted Bishop if he was available for the weekend. He said yes.

Walking out the club in your short black tube dress and silver heels, you saw Bishop’s recognizable car. A light blush creeps on your cheeks as you made your way to him. Getting in, you finally connect your eyes with him. “Long time no see.” He said in a low tone. You were in the moment for so long just looking at him and taking it all in. And then you started hearing some hesitated breathing, and it wasn’t you or Bishop.

“Bishop, who’s dog is this?” You burst into laughter looking at the back of the car to be met with a white fluffy poodle. “It’s mine.” He replies, starting to drive. You couldn’t stop giggling, going to pet the head of Bishop’s new dog. “You got yourself a girlfriend? I’m offended, B. Always thought it was going to be you and me.” You joke, looking back at him.

Bishop looks back at you, a little smile followed with an eye roll. “It’s a boy.” He says, earning a hum of approval from you. Bishop was wearing a dark brown coat with a dark purple button up. You loved that. “What were you doing?” You ask, taking off your heels. “Work.” His car stops at a red light, finally getting a good look at you. “Nice dress.” He mumbles, making you smirk.

“You wanna take it off to look at it better?” You whisper, pushing your feet to his lap. He looks down at your manicured nails, grabbing one and softly massaging. You make your other foot massage his groin softly. “You’re trouble you know that?” You shrug, “You expect me to believe you’re taking me to my home?”

And that’s how Bishop ended on the driveway of his own house, grabbing his dog, Snowflakes, your heels on his other hand, making his way inside. His house was not an unknown place to you. Multiple times you’d have been over at his house, it was practically your second home. As soon as Snowflakes got on the floor, he went towards you to smell your feet, making you giggle.

“I see I have competition.” Bishop gets your attention, seeing how you had crotched down to pet Snowflakes. “You’re so insecure.” You joke, looking up at his tall figure. He leans down to pet his dog with you, “Did you shower yet?” He asked you, answering him by shaking your head. “I’ll prepare the bathroom then.” He stands up, making his way to the bathroom.

After some minutes of petting, Snowflake, you make your way to the bathroom, hearing the water run. Bishop walks out, his coat in hand. “All set.” He says. You just smile at him. “Did you shower yet?” Bishop gives you a quick up and down look, “No.”

“You don’t wanna join me?”

And that’s how you then ended up in the shower with Bishop, on your knees having your mouth fucked by his huge cock. You would gag around him each time he pushed himself to the back of your throat, a light moan coming out of you. “You love this don’t you? Taking me all?” Bishop groans, a hand placed on top of your head. Somehow you nod, pushing him back by holding his hips, you start sucking him off with such passion, it made Bishop grip his hold on you.

“Good girl…good girl baby— show me why you wanted me to actually pick you up.” Bishop groans, starting to guide your movements. Blowing Bishop went on until he made you pull out, having you gasp for air. He grabs your arm to stand you up, face to face, the two of you interlock lips. You didn’t notice he had hooked your leg around him, you gasp when you felt his head pushing inside of you.

“Bishop” You moan, looking down to see how he slowly made his way inside of you. It had been so long (2 weeks) since you last had sex with Bishop, you could never get used to the long stretch he gave you. “You could’ve stayed longer at that party.” He mumbles, “Could’ve even left with some other guy.” He was fully inside of you, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.

You breathed hard, feeling Bishop’s grip on your hips and the soft kisses being left on your neck. “Just want you.” You whimper. Bishop’s thrusts quickened, breathy moans and skin slapping echoing through the bathroom. “Just me? I’m all you want?” You nod, carving your nails to his biceps, “You, baby. Just you.” He groans, pulling out to push you against the tile. “Arch your back.”

What Bishop says goes, you arch your back, to put a little show for him you bring your hands to your butt to spread your cheeks, showing him what’s his. “Yours, baby. Take it.” You whisper. And he does, pushing himself inside of you and creating a quick pace. You were a moaning mess, quick whines leaving each time Bishop hit that gummy spot inside of you.

Bishop had pressed his body against yours, groaning into your neck, and having one of his hands softly wrapped around your neck. “So desperate, can feel it in your pussy.” He makes his hand go down your clit, making quick circles. “Are you gonna cum, princess? Gonna cum on this dick?” You moan leaning your head against his shoulder, “Yes…yes, yes Bishop don’t stop— please don’t stop.” You whine, pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts. “Do it, baby, do it.”

You cum, your legs shaking against his, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. Bishop didn’t slow his thrusts, instead he brought his hands to your waist, leaving hard thrusts inside of you. With little strength you push your hand to his lower abdomen, trying to make him slow down. But Bishop can’t bring himself to do so, not with how wet your cunt was accepting him, the way your butt bounced with each thrust, all while water was falling from the shower head, making your wet body look even more desirable than what it is.

“I’m gonna cum.” He moans, losing his rhythm he brought you to his mouth, kissing you. “Cum, please, cum.” You whimper through the kisses. After a few more thrusts, Bishop pulls up and strokes his dick on top of your butt. You shiver feeling the hot cum land on you. Heavy breaths, you turn to face Bishop, “Can I—” “Yes.” Bishop answers your question before you can finish it. “You can stay.”

And that’s how you, Bishop and Snowflake ended in the couch, eating ice cream while watching a movie. “I didn’t even know you wanted a dog.” You say taking a scoop of your ice cream, “I don’t know why I thought you were allergic to dogs.” He turns to you, feeling offended at your statement. “Not allergic, I love animals.” You smile, putting your empty bowl on the table and lean against Bishop. “I know, you love big.” You mumble, feeling the sleepiness kick in. He looks down at you, then at Snowflake who was also dozing off.

“I love big.”

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“This is ridiculous. I’d even prefer to watch the game than this.” He was resting against your pillows, lightly caressing your leg since you were laying at the end of the bed on your stomach, facing your TV. His comment made you turn to face him, “You don’t even watch basketball.” He just shrugged, looking back at the screen.

Even though he wasn’t interested, you still broke it down for him, the contestants, bombshells, the challenges, he didn’t ask any questions just kept humming to let you know he was listening.

It was then in a challenge a very plot twisting love betrayal occurred right in front of your eyes, making you gasp loudly. Bishop had gripped your leg, but then you realized, Bishop gripped your leg. Still in shock, you turn to him, also holding a shocked expression, not as expressive as yours, but enough to let you know that he was watching, and paying attention, and most importantly, invested.

You laugh, “You’re watching!” “I am not.” Bishop furrows his brows. You just continue laughing going to him to hug his side. “You are! Oh my God, you’re enjoying this.” “Don’t think that I’m watching this with you everyday now.” He grumbles. But you knows Bishop, not wanting to bother him no more, you just gave him a quick kiss and continued the show.

After finishing the episode, you were on your phone texting your friends, Bishop fast asleep with his arm on top of you. “I still can’t believe they let that happen.” Bishop mumbles in his sleep, referring to one of the many events that happened on tonight’s episode. Smiling, you move your hand to caress his neck.

“It just the first week too.”

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Bishop didn’t want to overthink anything, he overstepped a line he shouldn’t have even touched in the beginning. You were very nice and kind as a person, never put up a fight unlike Angel or insurance troubles like Magick. To him, you were perfect. You were the last thing he would see before going to sleep and the first thing he thought of when he woke up. It’s like you were a drug to him, he knew he shouldn’t keep doing it, but he did, it made him feel good.

Some weeks passed where you would do things differently. You started to pay attention the days Bishop would come to the club, with Alamo or alone. You bought brand new lingerie, two pieces and bikinis in all colors and designs. Three new heels and an ankle bracelet Tish gave you because it wasn’t her style. When you would perform you made sure you did everything correct, not a single mistake. You were flirtier with the customers, nicer with the bartenders, overall you were going for employee of the month.

Bishop could’ve cared less, at least he wanted to.

He was growing impatient; you were driving him crazy. He would subtly see your performances in the club, looking away if you made eye contact. He would also see the men that asked you for dances on the booths, feeling his heartbeat faster when they would grope your tits and waist, made you move how they would want to as if you were a toy. He hated it when they spanked you when you walked by, all the time. Seeing those hands grab the fat of your butt just filled him with rage. But it’s not like he couldn’t do something about it. You weren’t his. At least not yet.

꧂

Thursday afternoon, Bishop was at Alamo’s mansion in his usual corner while he had a meeting with Big Eddy, G in a corner counting some money. “Honestly this a real good line up of girls we’ve had in a while.” Alamo’s desk was splattered with photos of the dancers from Silver Slipper, including you. “This one a real winner.” Alamo raised your photo, a picture of you smiling with an orange bikini, facing it to Bishop, “I bet this bunny loves to bounce bounce bounce!” Alamo erupted with laughter.

Fucking pig, Bishop thought to himself.

“She’s been good, I’ve had guys tell me they’d pay the double to get a section with her.” Big Eddy talked while taking some notes. “Bishop suggested to have her do more dances with the snake, maybe by the end of the month.” Alamo answered taping a photo of Tish. “She need a boob job.” He muttered.

“Should check if she’d be good doing a private, like a test run.” G spoke up, “And why the fuck would I do that?” Alamo asked, thrown off at G’s request. “Listen, I’m not gonna throw none of the girls under the bus, but some of these hoes just don’t got the love in when it comes to doing private dances. No coordination, no charisma...Magick is the less that gets asked that’s all I’m going to say.” G responded, his last sentence being the quickest to push out. “I won’t mind checking on Bunny tonight.” Alamo chuckled, “I’ll check on her real good.”

Bishop really didn’t want to interfere, he wanted to promise himself that you were nothing but another dancer. It was known that Alamo would take advantage of these women, he was practically a pimp. But the back of Bishop’s head kept telling himself that you were different, you were worth something.

“You’ve said that with each dancer, you only end up fucking them.” Bishop said with that monotone voice of his, making the three men look to him, Alamo visually angry. “And what the fuck do you want to mean by that?” “We test the girls for the public, not for us. Not every man that comes in the club is coming for a fuck, some just simply want a private dance.”

And everyone knew Bishop’s point was right. Alamo would do it based off his own personal interests, not for the public, which is why G suggested to really test the girls out. Alamo grunted, not having a comeback or an excuse for Bishop’s observation. “Let’s have her do a private with you then.” Alamo faced to G, who started laughing at Alamo’s demand.

“Nahh— have Bishop do it, she’s got a little crush on him.” Bishop’s heart dropped, looking directly at G, “Does not.” “Does too! She always bats her eyes in such a way, changes the tone of her voice, she’ll be like— Hello Bishop, how you doing?” G mimicked you, having Alamo and Big Eddy laugh with him.

“Bunny with a little crush, she’s adorable.” Big Eddy said wiping a tear out his eye. “I don’t wish to receive a private dance from Lola.” Bishop replied, he knew it wouldn’t be the right thing to do, especially when he’s trying to push down the emotions, he’s had building up for you. “It was your idea, B. Put it to the test, or we can go back my way.” Alamo responded, standing up fixing his attires.

“Make Tish, get earlier than usual to talk about driving her for a boob job, and tell Lola Bunny she’s doing a private dance.” Alamo assigned Big Eddy while making his way out, “Bishop, call that bitch Laurie to do some orders for a party I’m planning soon.” Alamo added before heading out. Bishop took a deep sigh, glaring at G who was still quietly giggling, then looking to Eddy, who held your picture towards him. “10:30, be there or be square.”

꧂

“Could it be his birthday?” “That man is not a Aries, Tish.” All the girls were surrounded by the board, you included. On your schedule it was written quite big, ‘PRIVATE: BISHOP 10:30PM’ and you had no idea why, but it wasn’t that you weren’t excited. “Y por qué yo tengo nada? The fuck?” Magick scoffed, her schedule being just one performance at 9pm. “At least you can just relax around.” Midnight, one of the dancers, laughed, her hand resting on your shoulder, she taps it. “Damn, Lola the chosen one this month.” You laughed, hiding your nerves, “I don’t know why.” You softly answered.

“And why Bishop? Is he like retiring?” Angel asked from her seat, counting money. “Nadie sabe, Eddy’s stupid anyways.” Magick said, clearly upset that her schedule was so clear. Tish walked in, stepping hard on the floor, “I’m getting my boobs done.” The room erupted with squeals and cheers, Angel standing up to hug her. “Yeah, yeah say your goodbyes cause this girl going to Mexico.” Big Eddy said, making his way to the office before being stopped by a whistle from Magick.

“What’s this schedule? You hate me? Why the fuck is your Babadook friend getting a private? Para qué?” “You talk too much.” He muttered resting on his office doorway. “We doing a new thing, gonna test out how you girls do on private dances.” Big Eddy explained, for once having many of the girls’ attention. “This just a draft, Bishop doing it cause Alamo nor G available tonight. Lola was our pick.” “Lola can dance on a stick, and it would even have more emotion than that man.” Angel said, having the girls giggle.

You hadn’t said anything. You were trying to place if it had something to do with the conversation you had with Bishop at the diner. “Y’all barely know this fool.” Eddy spoke, “Do you even know this fool?” Magick mimicked, still very, very pissed. Big Eddy just grumbled, taking a quick look at the girls before going to his desk, “No bullshit tonight.” He yells.

You sat at your chair looking at your reflection. Your pupils were huge, you could see goosebumps forming on your arms, your heartbeat so loud it was coming out your ears. “You’ve done privates before, right?” Angel asked you. You sure had, it wouldn’t be professional of a strip club to not serve that in their job. “Here and there, extra money with some blowjobs or handjobs.” You weren’t proud, but money was needed on some certain nights at your old place.

But Silver Slipper was different, you felt like a princess. And tonight, you could prove that you were an outstanding dancer, not just for everyone, but for Bishop.

꧂

Bishop rarely drank, like ever. Only at his house or surrounded by his close peers. But tonight, he needed to not let anything get to him, especially you. Sitting on the bar, Tylenol in hand, he shoved it down his mouth, followed by an Old fashioned. “You acting like a hippopotamus giving you a dance.” G was beside him, having a cold whiskey and eating peanuts. “I do not know what she wants from me.” Bishop said, looking down at his drink.

“She’s beautiful though.” G looked around the club, looking at Bishop, he whispered, “You should find out how tight that pussy is.” Bishop shoved G off him, hearing his cackles grow loud. Settling down, G patted his shoulder getting off his sit. “What’s up, doc...here come the girl of the night.” G walked away, making Bishop turn around, looking for you. And you were hard to miss.

Flirting with a table, you stood proudly in your red glitter six-inch heels, a blood red lingerie set, the side of your panties being this decorative golden chains. Your bra was fully bedazzled accompanied with fringe, the lights of the club making you shine with every movement. You had gemstones on your eyes with a light gold eyeshadow. A red lip. You were unbelievable to Bishop, a walking angel from the sky.

Accepting the money from the man you were talking to on top of your bra, you made your way to Bishop, who was already looking at you, standing by the entry. You focused on his wardrobe, a white button up with stripes paired with a dark red tie, dark brown pants, and dark blue trench coat. As always, he carried his prayer beads, he never let go of them. Finally, the two of you were face to face. It almost felt like it was just the two of you in the whole world.

“Bishop.”

“Lola Bunny.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“It’s 10:27.”

“I won’t charge the extra minutes.”

“…Lead the way.”

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The private rooms were all different, for different usages. You led Bishop to your assigned room. It was spacious, a pole in the center with a small platform. In front of the pole was a couch pushed against the wall that was a mirror. A mini bar facing the left side of the room, another couch on the right side.

You turned to Bishop, the biggest smile on your face. “I’ll make you a drink!” Heels clacking their way to make him a drink. Bishop didn’t say anything, instead he placed his beads on the doorknob, and took one of the chairs from the corner, dragging it till he reached the security camera. Placing himself on top, he took the tape he had out of his pocket, biting a piece of tape, he covered the camera. He wasn’t going to let Big Eddy see this humiliation ritual they did to him.

“What are you doing?” You hadn’t turned your head, making him a vodka soda, a vodka cranberry for you. “Don’t worry about it.” He replied, dragging the chair back to its place. Feeling his presence on your left, you looked at him, you were practically the same height with the help of your heels. Holding both drinks in your hands, you kept that sweet smile. “You smell good.” “Make it quick.” Bishop replied, grabbing his drink, and making his way to the couch. You rolled your eyes, taking a quick chug of your drink, you made your way to the platform, squatting down to the speaker.

Bishop took off his coat, taking his gun from his back, he unloaded it and placed it on the small coffee table in front of him. “Would you like grade this?” You asked from the stage, holding onto the pole. “Yes,” He crossed hands between his legs, “just dance like you do outside, Bunny.” You cleared your throat, a quick nod to yourself. Showtime.

You were a true masterpiece when it came to pole dancing. You displayed all the techniques you knew with your performance; every step was perfect with the beat of the music, Bishop was engaged. He watched your every move, not a single mistake. He barely blanked every time you twirled around the pole, your knees hooked to the back of the pole, you looked so care free. Bishop wanted to ignore the erection he has growing between his legs. He was too grown to be getting a boner from a pole dance.

“Are you enjoying it?” You asked, so innocently, as if you weren’t dancing barely dressed with a pole with a Rihanna playlist playing all for him. “I am.” “You’re such a liar.” You mumbled, sitting on the edge of the stage. It was Bishop, what was he even going to do with your performance? “Is that all?” He asked, you shrugged, getting shy out of nowhere, looking down. “This is the part I give you a lap dance.” You looked up; Bishop hadn’t moved a muscle. He straightens his back, “I’m not stopping you.” You felt your cunt flutter, you were actually doing this.

You stood up, getting a glance of yourself though the mirror. Strutting your way to Bishop, it’s like your footsteps got louder, your breathing got shorter. Shaky but firm hands grasped on Bishop’s shoulders, straddling him. He slowly dragged his hands to your hips, making you shudder at the touch of his cold hands in your warm body. You moved your hips in slow circles, moving your hands to his chest. Bishop couldn’t believe he was letting this happen. Feeling your cunt through his crotch was heaven, he wants to believe this is the closest the two of you will get on an intimate level.

“I can feel you.” You whispered so low, so low Bishop almost didn’t catch what you said. But you both knew; you both knew Bishop’s cock was poking hard through his pants. “Don’t get excited.” Bishop whispered back, looking up when he heard you giggle. “I shouldn’t get excited? You and your bud—” You pressed down harder, making his breath hitch, “...would be leaving me alone.” You have no idea what came over you, you felt like you were on top of the world.

Moving your hands on top of Bishop’s, you leaned to his face your mouth grazing his, “You wanna see them, B?” Bishop didn’t even have time to analyze what you asked him. He did see how your hands reached for the center of your bra, a quick clasp and you were taking your top off. Bishop couldn’t hear his thoughts to this point, everything was happening so fast.

He moved his hands to your abdomen, his eyes not leaving your now exposed breasts, nipples perked up because of how cold the room was. God you were so beautiful. “You’re doing really good.” Bishop said, trying to remember this was overall a test, that he wasn’t feeling any type of pleasure from this. “Yeah, I’d figured.” You stood briefly, not a single moment had Bishop’s hands left your body.

You sat back down, having your back facing him, sitting directly on his growing erection. It didn’t even feel like you were doing a lap dance anymore. You grabbed his knees spreading them even more, having your butt grind right against him. “Fuck—” Bishop muttered under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear him. You were creating a friction in such an intense way, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.

And then you moaned, that’s when Bishop realized how your movement changed from a sensual dance to you grinding yourself against his cock, chasing pleasure. A professional act would’ve been for Bishop to tap out, hand you his money, thank you for the dance and leave. But Bishop also knew he had time left, and that testing out your private dance was the only thing Alamo had asked him to do for the Thursday night.

Would it hurt to add more fuel to the fire?

He sat up, and pulled you closer, having you gasp. “Bishop—” “Don’t freak out and I won’t freak out.” He whispered against your ear. It felt like a movie, a very soft porno movie if you will. Bishop’s right hand made its way to your panties, going upward until it connected to your right boob, instantly you placed your hand on top of his. “Would you let this to happen?” He asked so slowly, making his left hand make the same movement, your hand following.

With Bishop’s hands on top of your breasts, you were still grinding on top of him, not once did you think about stopping. “I don’t know...” You whimpered, “it- it feels good.” “I know baby.” Bishop said. Baby. He had never called you that, your heart was fluttering. “You haven’t answered.” Bishop placed a light kiss on your shoulder. You knew his question was about the men you would dance to if you did private dances, if you’d allowed them to place you in such a vulnerable position like the one you were in right now.

“Nu uh...” You answered, fastening your movements. “No? Then why are you doing it, Bunny?” Bishop kept leaving small kisses all over your shoulders and neck. You were so lost in the feeling of your grinds that made your clit bump against Bishop, you hadn’t noticed how he traced his hand down to your panties, this time making his fingers go inside you. You gasped loud when you felt him on your cunt, lightly placing his fingers, doing the smallest circles since the movement of your hips were already giving you that pleasurable sensation. Two of his fingers made his way inside your tight cunt.

“Bunny…” Bishop spread his fingers slightly, ignoring your whimpers. “You’re so wet...who let you get this wet?” Whimpers and moans were the only thing coming out of your mouth. You turned your head back, facing Bishop. With little patience inside your body, you finally crashed your lips against his. And it felt so fucking good.

Bishop was fingering you, slowly dragging them to your clit, he would then grope your boob and kiss you, swallowing all your moans and whimpers with his mouth. You couldn’t stop pushing back against him, you were practically begging for Bishop to push you to the couch, pull your panties and shove his cock inside of you and destroy you.

A loud bang was heard from outside the room. You wanted to gasp— you did gasp, but Bishop was quicker to put his hand over your mouth. The two of you stayed still, in this very intimate position, waiting to see of something was to occur. Hearing yells and ruckus outside, you whimpered, making your hips circle on top of Bishop again.

“Bunny…” Bishop whispered in a tone that was telling you ‘We should stop’, yet, his fingers were still rubbing your folds, and you were getting so close. “Please B…I don’t want you to stop.” You whimpered going faster than before. He groaned, placing a hand on your hip, he kept the your clit with his other hand.

“Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.” He whispered, “You know Alamo could kill me if he saw what you’re letting me do to you?” You moaned, feeling your climax get closer. “He’d be furious to know I got to you first, that you’d be this easy to break.” You felt it just then, your coil snapping. You had no idea how to react with the combination of Bishop’s words and his quick fingers on your cunt.

“Bishop—!” You moaned while you came, his free hand quickly covering your mouth. Even though the room was soundproof, you were quite loud. I mean who are you to blame? He was working unforgettable movements and the last time a guy made you cum must’ve been ages ago. Your moans turned into whimpers, turned into deep breaths. It hits you now, it hits you hard. Bishop made you cum, on his lap, while you were supposed to just give him a lap dance. What the actual fuck?

Bishop moved quicker than you, pushing you out his lap, he stayed still for a moment. Looking down at his hands, one covered in the wetness of your orgasm and the other one with slight lipstick marks from your mouth. He turned to look at you, bare chest heaving and that scared look you always tend to give him. Like a person that was caught doing something wrong. “Get dressed.” Bishop stood up, throwing your bra at you while he put his gun and coat back on.

You were still processing basically everything, but you knew Bishop wasn’t going to pillow talk you from just fingering you. Once the two of you got dressed, he made his way to the door, taking his prayer beads in hand, you behind. “What are you gonna tell Alamo?” You finally spoke up, before he could get his hand to open the door. He slowly turned to you, a look in his face that told you he didn’t have time for this. But he wanted to tell you, he wanted to just talk to you and stay with you for the rest of the night.

“Go make money, Lola.” Was all he said.

But you couldn’t just accept that, like you really couldn’t accept that. You knew these feelings weren’t just some tension you and Bishop were building up. You know this had to be something more. It’s why you the moment he reached to the doorknob, you put your hand on his, and leaned in to kiss him. Your soft lips crashed against Bishop, and that’s when he kissed back. Grazing his fingers slightly at your stomach, he pushed you against the door so softly.

You pull away, looking for a new expression. Bishop’s eyes had softened, looking more tender at you. “I think you’re gonna be a problem for me.” He whispered. The door opens making you walk backwards till you got outside. “I’ll make sure I won’t be complicated, B.” You smiled. Bishop’s name was being called out there, God knows for how long. Slowly he made his way out, his eyes never leaving yours. Standing alone you felt like coming back from a roller coaster.

Would it hurt to go for a second ride?

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It was one night he had gotten back from work. You made him dinner wearing your apron, hair tied up, just being so natural and comfortable in the moment, all in his house. Which is why he took you to his bed and had you on all fours, pounding you from behind with no remorse. You love when Bishop gets a little rough with you. The tight grip on your hips, the smacks he’d give your ass just to get your attention or even tighten your cunt around. And well your favorite thing…

“Tell me how good it feels, baby.”

You mewl, “s— so good, Bishop…it feels so good.” It really did. Bishop has a nice long cock that would create a bulge when it was inside of you. Going in and out of you at an unforgiving pace is what always got you in a chokehold. It was everything to you.

Now, you and Bishop had already had sex with no protection. You were on the pill and the two of you were clean. So having unprotected sex was just easier for the two of you, and truthfully you both loved it.

“You gonna let me nut in you?” “Yes! Oh— oh! I want it baby.” You moaned, focused on his thrusts, you could feel his whole dick slide in and out of you. Bishop’s dick had become recognizable inside of you, you even had his veins memorized. “I want it baby...” You slur, looking back at Bishop. Face focused, mouth light agape, his eyes found yours.

“Say it like you mean it.”

And you did, making him lean towards you to give you a kiss, or well simply make out with you. You couldn’t control yourself. “Daddy I want you to nut in me...I want it so deep you get me pregnant.” Bishop could feel his balls get heavy, light slaps against your clit. “Yeah?” He huffs, a genuine question at your request. “Don’t you think so? Don’t you want me to be yours?” You led his hand to your stomach, especially where his dick was pushing through to poke out.

“Here, daddy. I want your baby here.” And Bishop came, he came right where you wanted him to.

However, you didn’t get pregnant that night. But you and Bishop decided that if the two of you were 100% in this, it had to be a true pact. So, you stopped taking birth control, and a month later, after Bishop had you on the top of the hood of his car after one date night, you got pregnant.

Months later and you and Bishop were already building the baby crib together. Well, he was while you just laid on the floor, holding a screwdriver. “My mom always said that you can tell it’s a girl if I get ugly, because all the mom’s beauty goes to the daughter.” “Then I guess it’s a boy, because you look more beautiful by the second to me.” Bishop said, while placing one of the of the barriers.

You were 18 weeks, and tomorrow you would find the gender of the baby. The two of you basically couldn’t sleep, given that it was 11pm. “I don’t want a boy. I mean— I do but I would like a girl too.” You said, standing up to see yourself in the mirror. The bump was starting to become visible, it would get you emotional to know you were having a baby with the man you loved, building a family, building love.

Bishop was admiring you from afar, I mean you looked glorious to him. You always did. He wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to be his forever, to be his wife, to be the mother of his kid.

“Come here.” He spoke softly, letting go of the stuff he had in his hands and dragging you to sit on top of him. You were breathtaking, the light in the room just made you look so mesmerizing to him. “The moment I met you, I wanted to be in your life forever, you know that?” He asks, his hands rubbing your back. “Yes, it’s in your vows.” You giggle, giving him a quick kiss, making him hum. “You should know that if you want a girl, we can have a girl. I want to give you as much babies as you want.” He said, seeing your reaction quickly change with an eyebrow raise.

“As much as I want? Even if I want…” You started thinking, pushing him back to straddle him, his hands finding their way to your butt. “…30?” Bishop rolls his eyes, “Both you and I know, you’re not birthing 30 kids.” You giggle at his response, quickly quieting down with a kiss. “Maybe we should fuck again, make sure I’m really pregnant.” You stood from his lap, making your way out of the nursery and onto your shared bedroom. “You said that last week.” Bishop said, standing up to follow behind.

Still, that wasn’t stopping him from undoing his belt, walking into the room to find you practically naked already, the only thing you were wearing was a necklace with his initial he had gotten you for a valentine’s gift. “You’re not saying no.” You shrugged, slowly crawling on the bed.

Bishop could never say no to you.

❧Bishop who became your boyfriend because of a late bar hopping night with your friends.

❧ He was very quiet and reserved when you first talked, but once some drinks got in your system, the two of you were having hour long conversations that night.

❧Bishop is very reserved and quiet, but his actions of love are strong for you, has a tight schedule but always makes sure to take take his time for you.

❧Takes you on dates, drives you to your job, picks you up from your job, even offers to go your appointments and house sits for you.

❧Expensive and I mean expensive gifts.

❧A new bouquet of flowers on your desk office every week, jewelry of all kind, designer clothes and designer bags, the best brands of makeup, etc.

❧You had asked multiple him times what his job is like and each time he would just explain it so briefly to only say, “You don’t have to worry.”

❧They’re are nights where you don’t see him and miss him. He’ll call you and talk to you for hours. “I’ll be in your bed in the morning.”

❧ And Bishop always keeps his promise, you wake up to having him on your side.

❧Not that big of pda guy, but his hand never leaves yours throughout the day, always accepts the little pecks you give him too.

❧ Bishop who is a very secure man, does not get jealous when some guy approaches you.

❧ But he will put his most intimidating face with a tight grip on your waist when a man is too much. “She said she’s not interested, I doubt you need something else.”

❧Bishop who sits on your very girly tidy bed while you give him a shopping haul of all the things you bought with his money of course.

❧Bishop who’s gotten used to taking all your pictures, like all your pictures. Your phone, his phone, digital camera, Polaroid camera. He’s accepted he can’t say no when you want a picture in a photo booth, you will get it.

❧Bishop who never starts a fight. It just doesn’t feel right. He will however get passive aggressive but he knows better, he’ll never actually win a fight in your eyes. And he’s secretly fine with that.

❧Bishop who just knows you from head to toe.

❧ He’s studied all your mannerisms, your different types of laughs. Knows when you’re having tough days so he does his best to make you feel better.

❧ He knows the types of movies you enjoy watching and finds little things to bring you because it reminds him to you. Will do anything to keep you entertained.

❧Bishop who just knows you’re the woman of his dreams, no doubt that you’re the one he wants to spend eternity with. :’)

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