She's Obsessed

1 | Jayceon

1 Jayceon

Every guy seated around the large circle watched in awes while the dancer did what she does best. The dudes standing in the back bobbed their heads as their mouths swung open like starving greyhounds, their eyes bucked as if they’d just seen the face of God. As the exotic dancer performed all her special high-priced tricks, she had her audience captivated. The Miami bread dancer will earn the bands she’ll walk away with tonight.

Each spectator observed her moves with more than their eyes as Jessica Fox made her way up and down the shiny silver pole mounted in the middle of the room. She clapped her ass in their faces, t**s bouncing to the beat. The bachelor party erupted when she flipped upside down and sprang her legs wide for her famous helicopter move. She was in rare form, knowing she had every pair of eyes in the place on her voluptuous body.

She rounded her ass to the music as Drake and Future’s Life Is Good blared through the hotel suite. The dollar bills being shoved down her skimpy bikini top quickly turned into fifties, right after the twenties, and Hennessey started to flow.

Her hips asked every man watching, “You want it, don’t you?” with their lips being too busy cheering her on to answer.

“Damn, Jace, she sexy as f**k! Look at her up there...”

He only heard every other word his best man spoke; Jace’s eyes, ears, and every other part of his body were focused on the sight prancing in front of him.

Jayceon McCall is tall, 6-foot-3 1/2, to be exact. One hundred sixty-five pounds, light almond skin, nice masculine chiseled features, neat taper, full beard, straight teeth, muscular body, and tatted. He’s the lucky groom that’ll be walking down the aisle in less than twenty-four hours to recite his nuptials to his loving fiancée, Leah Sheppard.

Jayceon and Leah met one Sunday afternoon after Easter Sunday service. In their short conversation, they quickly realized they had a lot in common, starting with the fact that neither of them could remember the last time they attended church.

Jace could tell from the way Leah was looking up at him when they first met she was digging him, so he wasn’t about to let her leave without first getting her number.

“Why don’t you let me get your number? Lemme take you out or somethin’.”

As Leah tapped her number into Jace’s phone, he eyed her closely, thinking, she’s just right.

By the time Leah’s mother and Jayceon’s grandmother said their goodbyes, the two seemed already inseparable. Three years later, Leah happily accepted Jayceon’s proposal and the 2 ½ carat diamond he slipped on her finger.

Devon chipped his teeth when he asked, “Why she keep lookin’ over here at you like that?” as the dancer kept her gaze fixed on Jace.

Jayceon’s smile spread from one side of his face to the other as he sat there in a white t-shirt with Mr. Groom printed across the front Leah’s mother insisted he wears. He said, “You’ll have to ask her that, bro,” enjoying all the extra attention the dancer was giving him.

“You pretty muthafuckas ain’t s**t, man.” Jace’s inebriated groomsman Devon – A short, stocky built, brown skin dude – sat to the right of him, ignoring the fact that he’s already had too much to drink, too much to smoke, and way too much Jessica Fox.

Damn, look at those tities. And she got some thick thighs and a fat ass? Man, I need some of that right now.

All of a sudden, Devon’s excited, drunk mind had him up out of his seat, heading right for the main attraction. When he reached out for Jessica Fox, she swiftly pulled away from him as if his palms were on fire. He didn’t follow the no touch rule, and neither did the two big black guys that ran to her aide.

As soon as Devon gave the dancer, the instructed fifty feet, the party, the partygoers, and Jessica Fox geared up for round two. She came back with new tricks and dips, driving all the men crazy!

Once the floorshow was finished, Jace walked over to where the dancer’s bodyguards placed Devon. He asked, “You good?” before taking a sip of the liquor in his glass.

“I’m good, bro; I ain’t on that stuck-up b***h. She ain’t s**t but a dirty-ass stripper from the burbs anyway. And why the f**k is she comin’ over here?” Devon’s sore shoulders tensed up. “Her and her fake goons want some more of what I gave ‘em earlier?!” An embarrassed Devon spat venom as the dancer made her way through the mini crowd.

“Congratulations, Mr. Groom.” Even with the blare of the baseline, her voice was soft and sweet.

“Thanks a lot...I appreciate that,” said Jace with instant s****l chemistry sparking between the two.

Jessica Fox never even acknowledged Devon standing next to Jace. She disregarded him and his mean mug. To her, he was a non-mutha fuckin’ factor.

“Well, I’m out of here, but I wanted to say goodbye first.” Her pouty lips said, “Enjoy your night, Mr. Groom,” before she turned to walk away.

“Yeah, I’ll try...”

Snap, snap, snap. “Damn boy, she got you like that? You in a goddamn trans.” Devon snapped his fingers, trying to regain Jayceon’s attention after Jessica Fox walked off with it. “You still here with us, bro, or are you headin’ out with the dirty dancer? And what was all that extra about?” Devon mocked, “‘Enjoy your night, Mr. Groom.’ ‘Oh yeah, I’ll try.’ Man, who you supposed to be? Standin’ there with ya mouth wide-open.”

“Man, Devon, shut yo ass up! You just mad her security was about to throw you outta here earlier.”

“f**k her and them big ugly, old school gangsters! I wasn’t causing no harm; I just wanted to see what she was throwin’ up close. She said she a entertainer, so entertain me, goddamn it...”

Three hours later . . .

Oh, what a night, thought Jayceon as his toes curled. The liquor was flowing, the illegal party favors were being passed about, and now the sexiest stripper in Chicago was riding his ten-and-a-half-inch d**k just like he liked it: balls deep.

Jayceon wanted the dancer in the nastiest way, and she knew it. Now keep in mind, he’s still all set to marry Leah in a few hours, but not before he blew Jessica Fox’s back out.

When he tossed her over, he caressed her curvaceous body, leaving his handprints in her cocoa-colored skin. When he slid back inside of her walls, he flapped around in her gushy p***y as she released wails of lust into the moist air.

Jessica Fox threw her ass back to receive all of what Jace was giving, creaming down his shaft as he squeezed her hips. He buried his d**k deeper, enjoying every minute spent inside the stripper. He was taking full advantage of his last night of freedom, and what better way to do it then to bone a bad b***h with a big fat ass like Nicki Minaj. However, after he busted inside the magnum, he’ll dismiss the dancer for the final time tonight. Jace planned to forget all about Jessica Fox, and go back to his normal life as if s*x with the stripper never happened, except his iPhone is recording their every dirty move...