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  Kiss the Girls and Make Them Cry

  Brittani Williams

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue - One Night Changes Everything

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two - Party Time

  Chapter Three - After the Show

  Chapter Four - Just the Three of Us

  Chapter Five - Daddy’s Little Girl

  Chapter Six - The Bold and Beautiful

  Chapter Seven - The Eyes of Hate

  Chapter Eight - If Only They Knew

  Chapter Nine - The Conscience of Love

  Chapter Ten - Trouble in the Air

  Chapter Eleven - Me and Mrs. Jones

  Chapter Twelve - Naughty & Nice

  Chapter Thirteen - The Freaks Come Out at Night

  Chapter Fourteen - Guilty Pleasures

  Chapter Fifteen - Keep It on the Down Low

  Chapter Sixteen - Who’s That Lady?

  Chapter Seventeen - Lustful Eyes

  Chapter Eighteen - A True Friend

  Chapter Nineteen - When Trouble Comes

  Chapter Twenty - “Mr. Orgasm”

  Chapter Twenty-One - Everybody Has a Weakness

  Chapter Twenty-Two - Pleasure and Pain

  Chapter Twenty-Three - Love and Pain

  Chapter Twenty-Four - Desperate Housewives

  Chapter Twenty-Five - Confessions from the Heart

  Chapter Twenty-Six - Only God Knows

  Chapter Twenty-Seven - Killing Me Softly

  Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Scent of a Woman

  Chapter Twenty-Nine - No Lie Lasts Forever

  Chapter Thirty - The Consequences of Sin

  Chapter Thirty-One - The Point of No Return

  Chapter Thirty-Two - Soul Mates

  Chapter Thirty-Three - The Cries of Pain

  Chapter Thirty-Four - When the Tables Turn

  Epilogue - “Mr. Orgasm”

  Message to the Readers - The Curse of Unconditional Love. Do You Have It?

  Urban Books, LLC

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  Kiss the Girls and Make Them Cry

  Copyright © 2018 Brittani Williams

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-6228-6634-2

  ISBN-10: 1-62286-634-7

  eISBN-13: 978-1-6228-6636-6

  eISBN-10: 1-62286-636-3

  First Trade Paperback Printing March 2018

  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

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  Prologue

  One Night Changes Everything

  “I’ll meet you at home, baby. I’m going to finish up a few things and make sure all of the ladies are out of here safely,” Richard said to Nancy as she headed toward the exit of the nightclub.

  “That better be all that you’re doing,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  “What’s that for?” he asked, walking closer to her.

  “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You know I have eyes everywhere, and you most certainly are not an angel, Richard.” She twisted her lips.

  Her distrust was birthed from a combination of infidelity and a lack of self-confidence. It isn’t unusual for a woman to question her own abilities after being cheated on. Their courtship had always been a challenge. Though she wanted to trust her husband, it was his behavior and periods of disrespect that always threatened their stability.

  “Babe, I’m extremely tired, and I really don’t feel like arguing with you every night that I’m here closing up. I’m taking care of business; mind you, it’s a business that allows you to wear those expensive shoes you have on your feet. Instead of allowing me to do what I need to do for our family, you chose to argue with me in the middle of the club,” he raised his voice.

  “I’m not arguing with you, Richard. I made one simple statement. Don’t you dare try to come at me as if I’m the problem in this marriage. If you could learn how to keep your dick in your pants, we wouldn’t have anything to argue about, now, would we?” she raised her voice as well.

  “Are we really going to do this right now?” he said, shaking his head.

  “You know what? I’m done with this conversation. I’ll see you when you get home.” She rolled her eyes again before disappearing from his view.

  Richard had been known to sleep with dancers at the club that he owned. Even though his wife was beautiful, it was extremely hard to resist the vixens that worked for him. His eyes constantly wandered, but somehow, he’d always been able to convince Nancy to forgive him. Each time he’d been caught, he’d buy her something expensive and hit her with those puppy dog eyes, winning her over. Though they fought a lot, it never changed the amount of love they had for each other. From the outside looking in, they were the perfect couple. Almost like the modern-day Cosbys, with a twist. They were extremely successful, but being the owners of an exotic dancing club couldn’t compare to that of the prestigious Huxtable couple. They were hood successful, but he wasn’t highly educated like Cliff, and she wasn’t the successful attorney like Clair. Though their achievements came from years of hard work, none of it came legally.

  As far as the appearance of their relationship, unless you were one of their employees, you’d assume that they were the model couple, what most would call couple goals. The truth was, they were more of a business partnership than anything else. They knew how to put on big smiles and social functions, and convince the world that they were happy. But soon, the attraction was gone, and there wasn’t any amount of money that could buy that back. Nancy just learned how to play nice and be the trophy wife that she needed to be.

  It was a normal evening, the club had brought in a ton money, and it was time to check the books, put the proceeds in the safe, walk through with security, and make sure that all of the women had been escorted out to their vehicles. Then he headed up to his office and nodded at the guard who stood outside of his office at all times. He closed the door behind him and took a seat at his desk. As usual, he went over the books and put away the money before locking up the safe. Then he sat down at the desk again for a moment and looked down at his phone. There was a message from one of the dancers at the club. He replied to tell her to come up to the office so they could talk.

  A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. The security guard peeped in and let Richard know that the dancer Lovely D was here for him. He nodded, confirming that it was OK to let her in.

  “Aye, do me a favor. Don’t let anyone in for a little bit. I need to have a talk with her in private, all right?” Richard said as Lovely D walked into the room still dressed in her performance attire.

  “No problem,” the guard said before closing the door behind him.

  “So what can I do for you?” Richard asked while licking his lips.

  Lovely D stood there stacked like a purebred stallion. She had a perfect set of double-D breasts, a small waist, a phat ass, and phat pussy to match. It was n
early impossible for any man to avoid salivating when she walked into a room. She was just one on a long list of dancers that would occasionally meet Richard in his office after hours to “talk.”

  “You already know what you can do for me,” she said, walking over toward his chair.

  “It’s better when I can hear it. Let me know what the problem is, and I’ll try my best to solve it,” he said, feeling his dick begin to swell in his pants.

  Lovely D leaned back and gently slid onto his desk. She immediately pulled her thong to the side and took one finger to massage her throbbing clitoris. After she was satisfied with the amount of juices on her finger, she put her finger inside of his mouth and allowed him to lick it off before speaking. “You can come eat this pussy. That’s what I need you to do for me,” she said while biting her bottom lip.

  “Damn,” he said aloud while briefly rubbing his dick through his jeans. He moved in close while she held her thong with one hand and spread her pussy lips apart with the other. His warm tongue making contact with her clit immediately caused her to release a moan. She was nearly about to come on contact, but she was able to relax enough to enjoy it. Richard was amazing at giving head, almost like a professional. It didn’t hurt that he had the long bank account to go along with the long dick inside his pants. For an older man, he knew how to handle the young women. It didn’t matter how good they were with aerobics, he held his own every time. She leaned back to give him more room to work. He slurped and licked her pussy in circles for the next ten minutes, bringing on one orgasm after another. Her body was trembling and releasing all inside of his mouth.

  “I need you to fuck me, daddy,” she said in a sexy whisper.

  Without hesitation, he stood up, unbuttoned his pants, dropped them to the floor, and pulled out his thick piece of meat.

  “I need you to suck this dick first. Suck it real good for daddy,” he said while guiding her off of the desk and down on her knees.

  She wrapped her lips around his dick and began working her magic. One thing was for certain about the girls that worked inside of his club, they knew how to give some bomb-ass head. With a little movement, he thrust his hips, forcing his dick deeper into her throat. Without any gagging at all, she continued to suck his dick and massage his balls at the same time. He was in heaven on earth at that moment. He didn’t want to waste any more time, so he pulled her up and bent her over the desk. He rubbed the head of his dick up against her wetness before pushing it all inside. His balls slapped up against her ass every time he went deep inside. He grabbed hold of her long ponytail and used it to get deeper inside. She was moaning and screaming his name.

  Outside of the room, the security guard was laughing as he heard the entire sex scene through the door. He was used to these late-night “meetings.” There were always pretty women around Richard, so he knew that in the event Nancy returned, he could notify Richard before he was caught with his pants down. After another twenty minutes, Lovely D was back on her knees with her mouth opened wide, ready to swallow all of his come.

  “Damn, girl,” Richard said as she was sucking him bone dry. He slapped his dick up against her lips a few times before pulling his pants back up and sitting down. As she fixed her costume, he reached into his drawer and pulled out a stack of hundreds. He placed it in her hands as she smiled and headed toward the door.

  The security guard couldn’t help but laugh as Lovely D swished down the hall with remnants of come on her face.

  “You a wild boy, Richard,” he said, as he laughed and closed the door again.

  Richard looked down at his phone and noticed that Nancy had called him several times. He’d been so deep in Lovely D that he didn’t feel the phone vibrating. He called her back a few times, but she didn’t answer. Then he gathered up the remainder of his things, turned off the lights to his office, and walked toward the door. Before he could shut the door behind him, he and the guard backed up as four masked men ran up the stairs. The guard drew his gun and attempted to push Richard inside of the office to safety. Neither of them were a match for the men who came armed and ready to kill. The guard’s gun flew in the air as he fell backward into the door. The door was forced open by the weight of the guard as he fell to the floor. Richard hadn’t gotten a chance to lock the door behind him. A scuffle ensued as two of the intruders held the guard on the floor. One of the other men immediately grabbed Richard while the other pointed his gun in his face.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want. You can have everything in the safe, just please don’t kill me,” Richard pleaded.

  “Open the fucking safe,” one of the men yelled.

  Richard did as he was told and opened the safe. In his mind, he thought that if he cooperated with the men, his life would be spared. This wasn’t the first time he’d been robbed. There were always people plotting on business owners like him. They could estimate the amount of money the club brought in because of the long lines and packed parking lots. He assumed that this time would be just like any other time. He’d truly underestimated the criminals that stood behind him with multiple guns pointed in his direction. His gift of gab wouldn’t cut it this time.

  Richard stood beside the men as they gathered up all of the money and valuables from the safe. Suddenly, his phone began to ring, and for a brief second, everyone paused. By the second ring, they had resumed packing up their bags with goods. The phone continued to ring, and the men ignored it as well as Richard. Richard saw their moment of distraction as his chance to grab his phone which had landed on the floor a few feet away when he was pushed inside of the office. He turned to make a dash for his phone, causing everyone in the room to stop what they were doing and focus on him.

  “Just kill this nigga,” one of the men holding the guard at gunpoint said.

  The masked men immediately began firing and filling Richard’s body with bullets.

  On the other end of the phone, Nancy tried to return Richard’s call, unaware of the carnage that was currently laid out over the floor. She called him over and over, leaving him multiple angry voice messages. The majority of them were accusing him of being somewhere with a woman. Though less than an hour earlier that had been the case, while she continued to yell into the phone, she had no idea that this would be the last time she’d ever hear his voice again. It’s amazing how one night can truly change your life.

  Chapter One

  Once again it was Monday night, and beautiful women, both young and old, were packed inside Philly’s number one male exotic strip club, Club Chances. There wasn’t a club in Philly that could bring the city out like this. Women from New Jersey, Delaware, Baltimore, and some as far away as New York City, would all show up at Club Chances, dressed in the latest designer fashions, smelling and looking their very best. The women would come in trying to show one another that they could get the most attention. There were a few women that wouldn’t be happy unless all of the other attendees weren’t looking on full of envy.

  Club Chances was large and spacious with a long main stage, several smaller stages off to the side, two floors, and small round tables that were situated all throughout the club. Upstairs on the second floor were private rooms and the elegant VIP section, for all the special customers. These customers were the women willing to spend their entire paycheck on a little bit of time from some of the clubs most sought out dancers. Of course, there were Champagne Rooms for that extra special attention.

  Every Monday and Wednesday night, the only nights the top dancers performed their signature shows, the club would be filled with hundreds of lonely, horny, and desperate women who patiently waited in the long line outside that curved around the building. There were two admission prices to enter. The lowest price was thirty dollars which only included entrance into the club without any extra amenities. For this price, you wouldn’t have access to the main stage. You’d be limited to the small stages with the hopes of catching a glimpse of the main attraction.

  Then there was the second price of $100, whic
h would allow your access to the entire club. You’d have a seat at the main stage and be able to reach out and touch those who performed there. You’d also have access to bottle service and the buffet of finger foods provided by a local soul food restaurant called Tasties. The 300 lucky women that made it inside had no problem with paying the cover charge or throwing out their rent money at the muscular dancers who performed there. For the unfortunate women that didn’t make it inside the club, they would all just show up for the next show, which could be the next week if it was Wednesday, and try their luck again. Filling the club was never a problem, and if it wasn’t for the fire safety codes, it would be filled up even more.

  Nancy Robinson stood on the upstairs balcony watching as all the women walked through the entrance. She had a big smile on her face because every time a woman walked through those doors, there was more money going into her already fully loaded bank account. Nancy was the forty-year-old owner of Club Chances. After her husband, Richard, had been killed in a robbery, she had taken complete control of the club. The first thing that Nancy had done was change the club format from female exotic dancers to exotic male strippers. She believed that if she opened the doors to women, she would make more of a profit. Sure, the club was successful when it was a female club, but men weren’t willing to spend as much money as the women were, and women always bought a lot more drama along with it. She always said it was one of the best decisions she’d ever made because the money started pouring in by the truckloads. She was able to make even more money than her late husband did, and she was also able to avoid the fights and other bull that he dealt with in the past. She didn’t have time for that nonsense. She was all about her business, and the men were most definitely eye candy, but she wasn’t about to allow a hard dick to screw up her business, or even more, her life. One of the biggest mistakes that her husband made was getting involved with too many dancers, and allowing that weakness to get him killed.