Plus One: An Erotic Novel

by Tanon

For the girls who want to be treated like princesses, yet slutted out in the same breath...

"That's even more reason for you to go up there! You gotta represent for the black girls and you should never be afraid to try new things."

"Even if you hate it— at least you can say that you tried."

"I got us into the room, but we gotta do the naughty best friend bit."

"Fine, but I'm not sucking on your finger again!"

"DVSN. Too Deep." He smirked,

This man was beautiful. Smooth, golden brown skin, perfect smile, deep waves and a short beard that was clearly freshly taped. He was a sight to behold and any woman that was lucky enough to be claimed by him would simply be that bitch.

"Come back this way," He spoke up, so Dillion took a step backwards. "Closer," He added, but pulled her by the waist to sit her on his lap, when she only took another small step.

"You're not supposed to touch me." She whispered. Her eyes were locked to the hand that he had glued to her right thigh and he gave it a soft squeeze. "I thought we were following my rules?" He mumbled near her ear and chuckled. "You smell good," He added, leaning closer into her neck to get another whiff.

"Because I've seen you in here a couple of times and I wanted to know about you. I came here yesterday and was ready to say something, but you weren't here," He shrugged. "When I saw you tonight, I knew I couldn't miss my chance again." Dillion flipped her hair and smiled. "Oh, so you kinda like me a little bit? "Definitely." He nodded.

"That's the magic of getting to know someone— you get to learn shit about them. For example, my name is Abel. Most people call me Abe, but my mama calls me Abbie and if you tell anyone that, then I have no choice but to fight you," He chuckled. "Uhh, I'm 27 and I work in stock," He shrugged. "And you are—?"

"Dillion," She smiled. "I'm 23 and I'm a dancer." "That's it?" Abel tilted his head. "Yep. That's it. What else were you expecting?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I dance because I love to do it and it keeps me paid!"

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean for it to come out like that," She sighed. "But, I honestly love to dance. It gives me this rush that I can't even put into words."

"It's like twenty other girls out there. Why were you interested in me?"

"You want the truth or the sweet and cute answer?" He chuckled. "Both?"

"I honestly don't know why it's you. But I do know that I came here the other night and when you took that stage— you had me captivated. Now, you could just be really good at scamming dudes out of their paychecks, but that eye contact that you gave me earlier? I felt that shit. Like it was more than just doing your job."

"I am really good at seduction, but I wasn't looking for you in the crowd. I was looking for someone w...

Abel was now smiling and squinted his eyes. "So why'd you stop at me?" "Because it was like you demanded me to look at you. You have this energy about you that just—" A small shiver shot up her spine and she tried to hide it. "I w...

"We've been in here for ten minutes and I haven't made a dime, so I must still be ...

"Hey, it's Abe. I'm picking you up for lunch tomorrow around one, so text me an address and I'll see you soon."

"Didn't want you to forget about me. See you tomorrow."

Journi stopped her. "If the right baller comes around— I'll stop shaking these breasts and thighs for pies and large fries,"

"Silly Rabbit, you dooo love me!" She cooed. "You don't want anyone to hurt your Trixie."

"I just don't wanna go to jail... again!" She huffed with a laugh. "But seriously, better safe than sorry. I've seen one too many Lifetime movies about dancers getting killed by a handsome stranger." She pulled back to see Dillion nodding in agreement.

"No, seriously," Abel disagreed. "It's refreshing and appreciated. That lets me know that I need to take you to a few more spots."

"This date has barely even started and you're already planning the next one?"

"So now I stay with Bunni. She's also a dancer at Bliss." Dillion smiled. "I'm glad you had someone to take you in," Abel nodded, taking a sip of his water. "I know a little bit about how it feels to be outcasted from your family." At that, Dillion was very intrigued. "You? Why? You seem like you have it all together."

"I bet your whole life is just perfect." She joked, but Abel quickly shook his head to disagree. "That's just me trying not to scare you off. Believe me, I'm— different."

"Is it something illegal?" She whispered, not wanting to draw attention from the customers next to them. "Depends on who you ask."

"It's okay," Dillion blurted to stop him once the waiter left. "You don't have to tell me what it is. As long as you didn't kill anyone and I won't be an accessory to a crime, then I'm cool."

"I knew I was right about you." "Right about me?" She lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. "In what way?"

"That came out wrong," He nervously chuckled. "What I meant was that— from our small talk last night, I knew you were a risk taker, but I figured you would be understanding too."

"You got all of that after fifteen minutes?" "It was an instinctive guess. I simply hoped that I got it right,"

"No, of course not! I'm being serious. Dill, you know how to work a stage. Your presence demands attention and your routines are flawless. You could make a lot of money hosting courses on how to finesse customers out of more money." He whispered.

"Look at you calling me Dill. You think we're friends or something?" She joked. Abel joined her with a small chuckle, but looked her up and down. "Actually, I was hoping we could be more." Dillion tried to hide her smile, but failed. "You sure do flirt a lot."

"I could dial it back," He quickly responded. "I just wanted to make it very clear that I'm still interested in you. Like I told you before— you intrigue me in a way that I still can't put my finge...

"You can dial it back a little, but you should know that I am... equally intrigued." Abel smirked as he nodded slowly. "That's all I needed to know."

"I know you're not calling me before you're secured inside your car." He fussed.

"Sorry about that. I—I went through a tunnel. What were you saying?"

"Dill— don't play with me. I told you that shit wasn't safe. Where was the bouncer?"

"Dealing with some drunk dude that was trying to fight an even drunker guy and I didn't feel like waiting," She pouted. "I only did it because I wanted to talk to you," She said in a fake sad vo...

"Since you feel like risking your life just to cal...

"Right now?" Dillion checked the time and then her thoughts started to fly all over the place. The two of them had never hung out this late and she was about ninety-nine percent sure what w...

"And we're both up and I'm about to make breakfa...

"I guess I could eat," She finally spoke up, while squealing internally. "I just need to drop this stuff off at the house. I don't want to leave all that money in my car."

"Alright. I'll wait a few minutes before I start cooking. That way it'll still be hot when you get here. Sending you my address as we speak, so please don't be a crazy stalker after tonight."

"GPS says you're about twenty minutes from me, but once I get home— maybe about fifteen minutes away?" She guessed. "Let's just say about twenty-five minutes before I leave my house and come to you."

"I'm gonna let you know when I'm on the way. It's drunks on the road and I want to focus on my surroundings." She lied, but it was believable enough, because he had mentioned it before.

"Okay Dill. Text me when you're leaving or there will be nothing ready when you get here." "Yes sir. See you soon."