Luanne let out a sigh of relief as she was getting closer to her home. She could not wait to get inside her home to kick back and relax after a long day at work. When her home came into view, a small smile painted her face. Her smile quickly turned to a grimace of confusion as she saw her fiancé's car in the driveway. He usually worked through the day while she worked during most nights and should have been at the office by now.
Hoping out of the car, she grabbed her gym bag and reached for the door, eager to see her man. That feeling quickly faded when she heard strange noises coming from within her home. Easing her way up the front porch she could hear the distinct sounds of grunting and moaning, and hot breaths of ecstasy being passed around in the air.
She could feel the stinging sensation of tears touching her eyes as she knew she could not avoid the inevitable of the emotional roll coaster ride that she about to begin. She laid her hand gently on the door knob, debating whether should she turn and run away or confront her cheating fiancée, and see what bitch he's fucking and maybe pull her hair or slap across the face before, leaving his sorry cheating ass for good. But that decision was already made when rage overtook her, and she subconsciously burst through the door, and was in for the surprise of her life.
"OHHH, Rico?" She said with shocked wide eyes, and her finger nails cutting into the palm of her hand, as she made a death like fist. She could not even wrap head her around with what she is seeing let alone take it all in. Part of wants to say this is all a bad dream and she will wake up soon and the other part was telling her she just got done working the night shift, so bitch you definitely isn't dreaming.
Her eyes then drop to her fiancée, getting up from underneath her co-worker.
"UMMm, baby please let me-" Her fiancée began to say, but he was cut off with a high pitch blood curdling scream
)*(
Three weeks earlier.
Rico sat there in silence as watched his friend, and coworker dance to The Black Keys Lies. A crooked smirk came to his face as he remembered their earlier conversation in the day.
"I am going to rock the hell out of the Lies by The Black Keys."
"No you won't. A song like that has no business in a strip club. It's not sexy enough."
"Umm, Honey it is. That song oozes lots of sex.The beat, the Lyrics the smooth voices of the singers. You can't get sexy enough. I can prove to you that song is sexy, and any other blues song."
"Alright you have a deal. But if you lose this deal, you have to kiss me."
"OOOHhhh Rico, don't be silly. You know I am not a fag hag. How about dinner?" Rico had to cut his eye at the remark she made.
"And what so bad about being a fag hag?
"HMMM, where do I start? Oh, I don't like the idea of hanging on every word you say, following you around like a love sick puppy 24/7, like those, women do on TV, and the rest of those fag hags in the world, god they seem like they don't have lives of their own, because they are too worried about some gay ass nigga. I am not depressed enough, lord only knows where your dick has been, and on top of that, I think my own life is way more interesting than some gay dude's. So there! Hahahaha." She said that cute annoying laugh.
Rico stood there baffled at her admission. He knew she was raised a certain, but did not know that she had such a low opinion on a group of people that she was generalizing. He also upset at the fact she kept calling him gay, or a fag, when he mention many times that he was bisexual. But in her mind set, since he already lay down with another man, he's forever gay to her.
"How many times have I told you I am not gay! I am bisexual"
"As many times that mess comes into existence. Baby let's get real. You are the one that said men are better at sex anyways, so I don't know why you are so pissed off? You are just only making a pit five miles out of fagville."
"Damn why can't I just choke the living fuck out this woman, and kiss those lips to prove myself." He thought to himself.
"You can be a real bitch you know. And you know damn good and well that I said men were better at giving blow jobs not sex. I like women sexually just as much like men, so you thinking that I am gay; that little thought bubble can evaporate right now."
"Don't be silly Rico. Why deny what you are? You don't have to sugar anything with me."
"So you think I am in denial?"
"Yes. It's not just a river in Egypt you, know. Hahahaha." Luanne eased her laughing when she saw the harsh stoic expression on Rico's face.
"Ha ha ha ha, very funny. You are so fucking goofy and corny with your stupid lame ass jokes, with your conceited geeky personality, makes me love you more, when I should hate you for it."
She could feel her heart racing inside her throat. Sweat began to form on her brow, she could feel her hands shaking involuntarily on their own. Men like Rico mad her nervous as hell. Which should not be the case because she was a stripper, but very now, and then she find herself in a awkward position with a man that can to much too handle, with such an off base callibear.She ran into a few costumers that were like this, but no one could compete with Rico. He was like the dark smooth skin Latino version of Christian Grey, but only more terrifying, and way less annoying at times.
"I..umm... guess I go get ready. See you around Rico."
He stood there watching her cute little ass sashes shay away. He could feel his dick grow at the beautiful site, but a tiny pang of victory spread through him, at her uneasiness. I will have you one day, my sweet little perra. Just you wait.'
He soon came back to the present when he saw her finishing he dance, and the men broke into loud cheers, catcalls, and threw dollar bills her way.
"Damn that bitch was hot." His reverie was broken by a foul mouth customer.
"Hey watch your mouth, asshole." The man looked at him with a harsh glare, and stood up to his full height, and Rico took notice of how built he was, and how nice looking he was also.
"And what the fuck are you going to do about it, if I don't wetback? Ain't you on the wrong side of the club anyways faggot?"
The man steeped closer to him saying each word, and jab his finger into Rico's chest. His breath reeked of strong alcohol, beer, and tobacco. Rico felt a smirk spread across his face. Rico took a small step closing in on the gap between them.
"Baby, how would you know which side of the club I belong on, unless you had personal experience yourself lover boy?" With a slight butterfly touch playfully touched the man's chest. This caused the man to blow up in rage, which what Rico wanted.
"Get you queer ass hands off me you fagg--." Within that one instant the redneck quickly balled up his fist hoping it would connect with Rico, but it proved to be futile, when Rico blocked it with his left arm, and gave him a mean right hook square across the jaw.
The red neck stumble sideways a little, but he was instantly up, ready to attack again. This only made Rico smile a whole lot more, knowing the circumstances of what's to come of this situation.
"OH faggot boy you did it now." With all his weight, redneck took a swing at Rico giving him a good right hook. He felt a sharp sting, but it did not faze him in the least. Rico's history of getting into many fights while serving in the rebel army back in his home country; this fight would serve to be child's play for him.
"Nice punch you little bitch. It gave me a real good tickle." The redneck tried to swing at him again, but this time he failed miserably.
Grabbing his wrist in a vice like grip, Rico bend the redneck's arm painfully to the side. With one good punch the redneck fell down to his knees, in front of him with tears of pain in his eyes.
"UGH UGH UGH.PAAAAWWW." was the only noise the redneck could make, as he tried to regain the wind that was knocked out of him, and tried to keep the blood from coming up, but that proved to be futile.
"Damn, bra you making dude cough up blood. Gotdammnnnn." Rico turned around to see some Asian rapper dude shouting excitedly over the fight. Rico just stood there rolling his eyes, and looked back down at the man before him.
"RICO, what the hell?" He looked up to see the owners of the club running up towards him.
"Oh fuck." He said rolling his eyes this time in tirement (not sure what you meant here).
"Rico, what the hell happen?" shouted his boss. He looked down at the shorter man with confidence.
"This racist redneck bitch ass fucker, disrespected Lulu, called me a faggot, a wetback, and tried to attack me first. I hope you don't think I should idly by, let him this fucker disrespect me or Lulu. The fucker had it coming."
Rolling his eyes and shaking in his head in shame, the short little gay man looked at Rico with his usual expression whenever he got into trouble. "Rico, darling you know you are one of the best dancers here, right?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"So, what!!! Rico, I can't have you beating guys to a bloody pulp whenever someone disrespects the girl of your dreams. Now I know you love Lulu, don't deny it, I see the way you look at her, but if your top costumers get word that you are fighting over her, they would walk away. They already think you are a straight man that's in denial. Whatever the hell that means, and plus we cannot keep having bad reviews on the place. If you like this girl, then tell her so! That's all baby. You got me?" Duncan asked brightly.
Rico nodded, "Yeah, I got you; happy now?"