Confessions Of A Fineness Chick - London Boyz (Chapter 2)

  CHAPTER 2 

  “What’s this rack city” I asked. Dan and I had hardly been in the bathroom five minutes kissing and messing about before he pulled out another bag of Charlie. I positioned our Champagne glasses on the counter by the sink and topped them up. He took a glass, “cheers sexy” he said. Pulling out a bank card he neatly with precision made four lines on the counter beside the sink. We both take a line; I felt the tiny grains funnelling into my nostrils and the coke spraying the back of my throat, that’s some strong shit I thought to myself. As soon as the coke started to hit me it sucked all the moisture out my mouth like a vacuum. I knocked back the champagne and began to roll a spliff. Cocaine makes me drink far too much and the alcohol is likely to tip me over the edge so to even out my high and not get too crazy, I like to smoke a joint after a line, it mellows me down and means I slow down on the drink also.   

    At this point I should clear a few things up. Dan and I are not dating, neither are we a couple. In fact, I don’t know what this is, there is no official title. What I do know is that we have the most fun together. Usually I don’t fuck - I finesse.  I'm young and love to party, my squad is peng , the full 100 - we’re the ‘it’ girls. The girls every girl wants to be and every guy wants to be with. It’s because of this we know the best club promoters and basically the who‘s who on the club scene, in our home town and abroad. Guys with money take us out all the time, the best clubs the best drinks, the best clothes, the best everything; for absolutely nothing in return. Let me just say that again, absolutely nothing in return. It’s not fraud, it’s an agreement. Sure I’ll post up in the club with you, I’ll look stunning and we can sauce on em – all eyes on us. We can laugh, hug shoot I’ll stroke your ear or even hold your hand. But it is clear to all parties involved that’s as far as it goes. This is not an escorting service, no added extras, bonuses or happy endings. Rappers, athletes, trap stars and especially those rich Africans (Nigerians in particular) love to be in the company of good looking women. It comes with the territory right? So as a fineness chick we provide that service of being the good looking girls partying with them, put up in the best hotels with your girls, have drinks, dinner, shopping sprees and holidays paid for. Now I'm not saying some of the squad isn't putting out in some of these situations, but for me I keep it business unless I really like you. I've had several propositions to be that girl that gets to fly out and have the weekends away but also giving up extras, and I've turned them down. I'm pretty, sexy intelligent and paid, I finance myself through a well paid marketing job. I fineness because I can.   

  I digress, Dan was different. We met in a club in some part of central London. Savannah and I were invited down for the weekend to go Wireless by Wayne, the same sugar Daddy who financed this current trip. I was wasted and needed to sit down; Dan was standing by a speaker box so I asked him if I could sit down behind him. The speaker box was quiet big so he had to pick me up so I could sit on top. That’s how we began talking and he proceeded to show me pictures on his Instagram page. I quickly cottoned on to the fact he was a dope boy through his Insta lifestyle. I showed him a few of my pictures, some with Celebrities I’d met and others that depicted the lifestyle I was used to. We exchanged numbers, but to be honest I had got a lot of numbers that night so when he called the next day it took me a minute to remember him. Initially I had him down as just another mark, a potential acquaintance but he was persistent. He had to fly out to Jamaica a week after we met, but I was pleasantly surprised when I got a call off him on holiday. All the way across the world and thinking about me, this guy must be sprung I thought and eventually arranged to meet up with him. Once he was back in the country, he drove up from London and booked a hotel so that he could take me out. He collected me from my apartment in a brand new BMW X5. As I got in I was taken back, I had forgotten or was too drunk to realise at the time, how good looking he actually was. The evening was nice we had dinner and strolled along the Canal. We chatted over a few cocktails once we returned to the hotel then went up to his room. That night we kissed, chatted and took selfies together. I made it clear nothing was going to happen so we spooned on the bed until the next morning. The next morning he expressed how surprised he was I didn't sleep with him. I explained that I'm not easy like some of these hoes and don’t just give the cookies to anyone, which he respected. Clearly he was a guy used to getting what he wants, so it was my job to be different. I had him just where I wanted him – in the palm of my hands. He’d drive to my town which is over an hour away at the drop of a hat, take me out and generally just have fun. He’d ask me to count his money which was usually between £2-5K and then tell me to take 10% and go treat myself.   The trouble is I actually began to fall for him, hence letting him smash.      

  Fast-forward five months and here we are in this hotel bathroom. Drugged up, liquor'd up and horny as fuck. I sat on the bathroom counter, Savannah and Biggs were still in the other room, Dan sat on the toilet seat smiling at me dreamily. He didn't say anything but we both knew what the other was thinking.   

 

  He then got up, came over to me and stood between my legs. Grabbing my face he turned it in order to start kissing my neck, whilst hastily pulling up my dress with his other hand. He continued kissing my neck whilst sliding both hands up my thighs and grabbed each of my ass cheeks lifting me off the counter slightly. I gripped his back with equal force thinking he was going to pick me up, instead he lifted me off, spun me around and placed me standing facing the mirror. Pulling my head back using my hair he told me to look in the mirror at how beautiful I looked, his other hand pulling my panties to the side. The passion and aggression had me wet; I could feel the tip of his rock hard cock trying to penetrate me. As he slowly rubbed up against me getting a little deeper each time, my nipples stood up with excitement and my pussy jumped for more. Holding my waist and without much warning he began to give me a pounding. I pushed one hands against the mirror to add to the tension, whilst wining and twerking on his dick I used my other hand to grab the rolled up note and leaned over to take one of the two remaining lies of coke. I threw my head back and could feel it melt on my tongue like sugar. I passed him the note, thrusting slowly now he took the last line. This only intensified the sex; he lifted up one of my leg onto the counter and used the other hand to play with my clit from in front. My heels, knee and thighs where banging off the cabinet. It must have sounded like a racket to those two next door. We fucked violently for about an hour, he restrained my arms behind me, strangled me and threw me against the walls. I rode his dick like I was trying to break it off, squeezed so hard he must of thought I had the tightest pussy in London.  He finally came all over my back and my ass. We both sat in the empty bath legs hanging over the edge for about twenty minutes before deciding to join the other two next door.    

Savannah and Biggs where sat talking, Biggs was obviously interested in Savannah but it wasn't reciprical. I knew he wasn't Savannah's type and even if he was, it was too close to home regarding Wayne. London's small and if you're fineness the last thing you need is a reputation else that shit just won't work. The room had twin beds, Bigs was in one bed, Dan and I in the other and Savannah sat on the chair. We all sat talking about travel, guys and girls and other random topics. I played the music on my phone as back ground noise. Every now and then Dan and I would drift off into our own separate conversations. Under the coves I could feeling him exploring my body. I turned on my side to face the other two, so I had my back to Dan and within no time could feel how hard he was again. This made me get excited. Was he really going to try something with those two sitting there I thought. Before I could answer I could feel him trying to slip in again, I was turned on again so it didn't take him long to succeed. Slowly and quietly he got himself another little taste whilst I tried to style it out by talking to the other two. They seemed oblivious as to what was going on under the covers until Dan started pulling faces of enjoyment n pleasure, to which Savannah asked him what was up with his face. I turned round and pushed him off. 

It was now about 7am. We all decided to get some shut eye before check out at 1pm. Savannah slept next to Biggs but on top of the sheets so he wouldn't try anything. The next morning the boys tried to open the curtains on us to catch us looking mash up. Obviously we woke up like this - flawless, but ran to the bathroom anyhow just to make sure lol.

Dan was driving a Range which was parked in the hotel basement car park. They dropped us to the train station where we said a quick goodbye and he gave me money for us get food on the train. On the way back Savannah called Wayne, he was asking what happened to us last night and even said he tried coming to the hotel. Savannah explained that we where wasted and ended up calling it a night after being sick.  The conversation ended with him asking us if we wanted to come back down next week to which we said we would get back to him. Dan called me to see how I was, we laughed about bits of the night before and I explained how I had bruises all over me. I said I'd call him later and Savannah and I slept all the way back.