"You bitches ugly and dusty and none of y'all matter
Money all on me, I'm feeling real flattered
Walk in this bitch, straight drippin' like I was tryna get to the toilet,
but I couldn't hold bladder
First class only when I'm not on the jet
All the white folks keep breakin' they neck
They tryna see if I'm black and a threat,
but I'm covered in green, they like "Look it's Shrek!"
Bankteller sayin' my shit froze (How?)
Pockets thick as hell like Lizzo (Wow)
Mukbang the beat like Trish, hoe (Damn)
If you piss me off, it's a shit show
'Cause I'mma do some shit that you can't believe
Smack a bitch into Christmas Eve (Uh-huh)…"
cupcakKe—"Grilling Niggas"
Prince Francesco of Monaco stared at Prince Erik of Wakanda by way of Oakland with a glare so hot, the entire room could feel the angry heat wafting off of him. Erik pushed a cool half a million worth of chips into the center of the table and waited for the perturbed man sitting across from him to put up or fold.
Tony had a hand gripped to his face and his other hand around his stomach. Four hours of card playing had come down to this moment. Two final players facing off. Tension was heavy like wet cement bags on Erik's chest even though he felt confident that the other Prince was bluffing.
Erik had been grilling these fools the entire time he was there. He felt a little cocky about it too.
"Sun is about to come up, bruh," Erik teased.
Tony's top lip teased up into a smirk and the other men watching kept quiet. The final pot was ten million dollars in total.
Francesco grumbled and when Erik thought he would fold, the man called him out and pushed even more chips to the center. Erik spread his cards out on the table.
"Fuck," was all Francesco could say as his sorry hand was revealed.
A couple of the spectators clapped and Tony walked over and slapped his hand on Erik's back.
"Be gracious," Tony whispered to him and Erik stood up from his seat to shake out his stiff legs.
"Here ya go, big winner," Delores said handing him a shot of tequila.
Erik downed it before Tony could say anything.
The dealer collected all the chips and a silver-haired Asian woman who sat to the side quietly observing the entire time Erik was there, pulled out a chrome laptop. Tony and Francesco each handed the woman blank black cards and she swiped them on an attachment hooked to the laptop.
"Exchange complete," she said handing the cards back to the men.
Tony's eyes took in the room.
"I thank you for this evening Francesco….gentlemen until next time—"
"Wait…wait…I demand a rematch. Bring this young man to Monaco."
Francesco's face looked pleasant enough, but his tone was serious.
"That can be arranged, but we need to get going. Night."
Erik watched Tony put on his blazer and button it up. He slid on a pair of shades and Erik followed him out to an awaiting town car.
When the driver pulled away from the museum, Tony let out a relieved sigh.
"Holy shit, Stevens. I thought I was going to shit a brick those last few hands. You played Francesco like a goddamned cello."
"He's a pro—"
"But he met his match. For years I've been wanting to beat that spoiled imp, but he always comes out on top most games. I've been lucky a couple of times, but to see him shut down like that…fucking golden. Good job, kiddo. I owe you."
"A trip to Monaco—"
"To work…and maybe a little bit of play if you do well at the Expo. You ready to work?"
"I think I'm ready. How bad can it be with a bunch of little kids?"
"Oh jeez, they are going to eat you up."
Tony smiled and leaned back in his seat.
"Thanks for coming when I called. You saved me the ass beating of the year."
"Do I get a cut?"
"I'll think about it."
"You trippin', I should get half."
"You played with my money—"
"But I won money with that money."
"I'll think about fair compensation—"
"Betta have a lot of zero's with it."
"You hungry? We can stop at an all-night spot I know."
"Nah, got somewhere to be."
Tony glanced at his platinum watch.
"Really? Where?"
"That's my business," Erik said. He couldn't keep the grin off of his face thinking about Athena.
"Oh…I see. A date."
"Somethin' like that."
They pulled in front of a brand-new skyscraper and the driver opened Tony's door.
"Have fun on your date."
Erik stared up at the building.
"My East Coast digs. Have your presentation and schedule mock-up ready by Thursday."
Erik nodded and Tony walked to his New York penthouse.
The driver dropped Erik off at the hotel and he rode the elevator marveling at the amount of money he was able to play with just on the whim of rich white men, who wouldn't blink if they never saw it again. The re-match Francesco wanted was pure ego.
Erik slipped into his suite, showered, and shaved quickly then checked the time. Six in the morning. He changed into soft white linen slacks and a creamy purple Brunelli Cucinelli cashmere sweater. Slipping on dark tan dock loafers, he felt relaxed enough to appear casual, even with his pocket stuffed with condoms. They had all day to lounge, and he made sure to have enough rubbers to keep Athena in her bed until it grew dark again.
Sauntering over to her room, Erik smelled good, looked, good, and felt good enough to rock Athena's world. The anticipation was bubbling inside of him like tea on tap about to whistle.
Knocking on her door softly, he waited for her to answer, and for a slight moment, he did worry that she had changed her mind when she didn't answer. If she had changed her mind, Athena was the type to text him and let him know early on.
When she opened the door in a silk half robe, all that deep cleavage teasing him, he felt his dick wake up a little bit, and he flashed her all his big white teeth. He tried to step into her room, but she blocked access. He frowned.
"You got somebody else in there?"
The rumble in his voice caught her attention and she bit her lip all sexy and that ticked him off. All that teasing talk and she had some other dude up in her room and didn't text a nigga? Fuck that. Erik skimmed past her. The thick hotel room curtains were drawn closed, so the room was still dark. The tv was on. One queen bed was disheveled and empty, but the other bed—
"Hey, Erik!"
The bubbly face of Maria greeted him. She wore a t-shirt and probably her favorite Winnie-The-Pooh pajama bottoms she wore at their apartment back in Los Angeles under the bed covers. Erik glanced back at Athena. She shrugged and closed the door.
"Maria and I had a little serious girl talk last night, and watched a little tv."
Athena climbed onto the bed she was using and Erik just stood in the room like a big dummy.
"You're up early," Maria said eyeing his clothes, "we have snacks if you want some. I was going to order room service for pancakes. You guys want pancakes?"
"Um...Athena?"
Erik held up his hands.
Maria's cell phone rang. She answered it.
"What are we doing?" he asked.
"She's just going to hang out for a bit. She had a bad time with you-know-who again. Not sex, just…awkward closure…I'm letting her hang out for a bit. She'll leave soon enough, just be cool, okay? It was pretty rough for her."
"Let's go to my room then."
"Climb in."
"I want to be alone with you—"
"You will be. Erik, we have all day and night. Be a friend, please? She's vulnerable right now."
"She has Giselle for that—"
"I'm not going to kick her out—"
"I'll do it then—"
Athena grabbed his arm and pulled him onto her bed.
"Kick your shoes off and relax."
Erik used his toes to release his shoes from his feet slowly and he climbed on top of the bed covers. He leaned his back against the headboard. Maria chattered and it only took Erik a few seconds to realize she was talking to Giselle. Erik held his forehead with his hand waiting for Maria to finish.
"How was the thing with Stark?"
"Good. It was a private poker game."
"Really? Why did he need you?"
"I played for him. He bankrolled me with some high rollers and I kicked butt."
"Serious? How much?"
Erik whispered in her ear. Her eyes grew big.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
He shook his head.
"Keep that to yourself. I'm tryna get a players fee from him."
His eyes drifted from hers down to the top of her robe. Her heavy breasts strained against the silk. He rested a hand on one breast and squeezed softly. Her eyes darted over to Maria.
"You can wait," Athena said. But she didn't move his hand.
Eventually, Maria got off her cell, but then the next thing Erik knew, she and Athena got caught up in a show about young fashion designers competing for runway shows and the time ticked on for two hours as the two women cackled about clothes and yelled at the t.v.
Athena ordered room service for everyone and they all ate pancakes and omelets with crispy bacon and Erik turned grumpy when the women got caught up in another reality tv show. Athena patted his head and pulled back the covers for him to cuddle under with her. Maria saw the action but said nothing about it as she snacked on more bacon.
Wrapping his arm around Athena's waist, Erik closed his eyes and rested his head on a pillow, allowing his body to savor the warmth of Athena and the sweet cloying smell of her skin.
Even with the sun up outside, the room remained quite dark with the curtains still shut, and he found himself drifting in and out of sleep. The third time he woke up from a short two-minute cat nap, he found himself getting warm and pulled off his socks and then his slacks.
"What are you doing?" Athena said glancing over at Maria who was focused on the tv.
"I'm hot with these clothes on."
He pulled the sweater over his head and Athena's eyes scanned his chest with hunger in her eyes.
"I'm keeping my boxers on."
She rolled her eyes.
"Had I known this was going to turn into a slumber party I woulda worn sweats," he grumbled.
He curled around her body again and let his arm brush against her breasts. He could feel her softness better and his dick chubbed up by being pressed into her backside.
"You making me hard," he whispered in her ear.
"I haven't even done anything," she whispered back.
"You ain't gotta do nothing but back that ass against me. Witcho fine ass."
She giggled and rubbed her hand on his arm.
Erik pressed his lips on the back of her neck and then kissed her earlobes.
"Don't…."
Athena's protests were weak and she pressed her thick cheeks back into him.
Erik slipped a hand inside her robe and it fell open easily as he caressed her breasts under the covers. Athena turned her head back toward him and he snagged a hold of her lips. Soft tongue kissing kept them quiet as the tv rattled on.
"Erik, stop, wait until she leaves…."
He pulled off his boxers and pushed up Athena's robe. All he felt was a short satin nightgown under the robe and no panties. He let his fingers drag lightly along her shaved vulva and she bit her bottom lip to keep quiet.
"She's been here four hours since I came in. I'm here to collect what you promised. If you won't go to my room, and you just letting her linger, I'm getting something right now."
Athena pressed into his erection.
"You feel all that big dick, huh?"
He plucked at her nipples and they hardened fast for him. His eyes were glued to them and when he lifted up one heavy breast, Athena reached back and gripped his dick. He fingered her clit and she shoved her face into her pillow to stifle a moan.
He teased her bud until she was squirming hard against his length. He tried to keep his voice quiet too as her ass cradled his erection and milked pre-cum from him. Both of them found their eyes darting over to look at Maria. Her back was to them because the large screen tv was hanging over the wall of the small living room area.
Erik kissed Athena again, forcing her to turn her head toward him as he tongued her down with slow wet kisses. He felt like his dick got harder trying to sneak pleasure with someone else in the room. Athena's pussy was sopping wet. The thrill of being caught probably turning her on too. An entire half-hour episode of a show played on tv as they reveled in kissing long and deep. Erik stopped kissing her when she opened up her robe and let her breasts fall out of the nightgown. He felt his manhood twitch just from looking at the overabundance displayed before him. Her eyes were glassy and her lips looked swollen from his mouth ravishing hers.
Erik reached for his pants that were folded at the end of the bed and dug in the pockets. Pulling out two condoms he stuck one under the pillow and unwrapped the other.
"We can't," Athena whispered.
Erik pulled the covers over Athena's chest and leaned back nonchalantly.
"Hey turn that up," Erik called to Maria.
"It's already kinda loud," Maria said looking over at him.
"Just a little bit," he said.
The remote was by her side, so Maria turned it up two volume levels.
Erik slid the condom down on his length and squeezed his balls.
Athena was still hesitant, but that didn't stop her from turning to her side and allowing him to line his dick up with her gaping slit. Erik looked at her opening and held in a heavy groan that wanted to fall out of his mouth. He pushed in and Athena slammed a hand over her mouth and shoved her face into her pillow.
"Told ya," he whispered, "I'm bout to get up in them guts."
Erik kept his thrusts slow, hard, and deep.
Her pussy was snug around his thickness and when she looked back at him with her lips parted and her eyes pleading with him to keep going slow, he found his own mouth going lax and hard exhales falling from his lips without any control from him. Soft rocking motions kept them content, and this woman's pussy gave Erik more nasty thoughts of what he would do to her when they were actually alone.
He pulled away from her when Maria jumped off her bed and padded into the bathroom. The bathroom fan was loud and Erik took advantage of the noise and Maria's absence in the room to start pummeling Athena's pussy. He gripped her leg and lifted it up, pushing away the covers.
"She's going to come back out!" Athena cried out.
Athena wiggled and slammed her ass back into him, but the thrill of discovery was tinged in her voice. She was turned on with the idea of being caught.
Erik slammed into her and her eyes shut tight.
"Fuck, Erik!"
They heard the toilet flush and then running water.
It was now or never.
He pulled Athena on top of him. He wanted to see those huge tits bounce. She leaned forward and not only did they bounce, but they smacked against each other loudly.
"Fuuckkk, baby…I'm cumming in your pussy!" Erik shouted.
Thrusting his hips up hard, the heavy spurts from his dick into the condom had his eyes rolling back as Athena muffled her own orgasm.
She scrambled off of him and dived back under the covers as Maria strolled casually back into the room and flopped back on her bed.
Erik felt Athena's body shaking with laughter as she covered her mouth. Erik burst out laughing and pulled the covers over his chest.
"What's so funny?" Maria asked, glancing over her shoulder, completely oblivious.
Erik fell out again as his penis grew flaccid.
"You, you're funny," he quipped.
Maria rolled her eyes and turned the tv channel.