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  Take Money

  Mistress

  A Novel By

  Rukyyah

  Erotic Ink Publishing

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  The characters, events, and circumstances in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblances to any person who is living or dead, place, or event are merely coincidental.

  ~Rukyyah

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  Edited by Leila Jefferson for My Time Publications

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  Dedications:

  This book is dedicated to Kylea J. Jones, you are the reason I strive for success. My hubby, who keeps a smile on my face 

  Also, in the loving memory of my mother, Diane Gray

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  Prologue

  “Lexxxie, you’re on in twenty minutes,” Diamond called to Alexandria while standing in front of the curtain as she was about to hit the stage.

  Diamond was a college student and only stripped to make ends meet for herself and her two year old son. She got her drink on, something girls did to ease their nerves when they were new to stripping for money, while Alexandria laced her high heels up to her thick thigh. She was one of few bitches Alexandria was actually cool with at Tasty Ladies. Everybody else seemed to be trifling and she hated a trifling bitch. Some strippers would steal the stage while the others got ready to go on and take all of their money. They even took lap dances that were reserved for another bitch. Not too many bitches would look out for each other at that club.

  “I’m ready!” Alexandria stood up and did a little dance, which caused her ass to clap. “I’m ready to get this money, bitch!” She giggled.

  “I see that!” Diamond said while disappearing behind the curtain to get her dance on for the horny fools in attendance.

  At Tasty Ladies, most of the strippers were down for whatever, but not Alexandria. She was about her paper and felt like fuck anything else. She started stripping there two years prior and was considered a veteran because most bitches only lasted a year. They couldn’t handle being grabbed on and stalked by mufackas with no lives. Alexandria hated when they brought on a bitch that was too scared to get her money. She would dance all night long if George, the owner, let her. But, he had other bitches to feed, so she was happy with what she had. She made over a thousand a night, so she blew money on unnecessary shit like a balling drug dealer.

  When Alexandria heard Donk by Soulja Boy ending, she walked out of the changing room because she knew Diamond was almost finished with her dance. When Alexandria approached the side of the stage, Diamond popped her ass, and then she made that shit shake like a building in an earthquake. Her ass was one of the biggest asses of the strippers at the club. Even though Alexandria had a big ass, too, she almost wanted to pay for implants to get an ass like Diamond’s.

  Diamond had stripped out of her outfit, leaving her donned in a red leather g-string set and high heels. Alexandria saw her bra, cowboy hat, and long pearls in a pile on the stage. She had twenties hanging from her garter and bills on the stage, too, mainly one dollar bills. A nigga waved Diamond to him with a fist full of money. She quickly got in front of him, bent over and shook her big ass on his face. He pulled out the contents in his pockets and dropped all of it on her ass. He grabbed his chest as if he would have a heart attack. After that, Diamond dropped down into a squatting position and twirled her pussy in his face. From where Alexandria stood, she could see that nigga sweating and the whole time, Diamond kept a sexy ‘come fuck me’ face. Alexandria was proud of how she handled herself because when she first started, she would down a bottle of vodka and be on the stage shaking like a leaf.

  When Alexandria approached the stage, Thomas, the DJ, announced her. “Give a round of applause for Diamond!” he screamed into the microphone. “She is a beast with all of that ass, isn’t she?” The crowd went wild as they agreed with Thomas. “I got something special for y’all tonight.” The crowd cheered. “Y’all know my girl, Lexxxie, puts it down every time she gets on the stage, but we got something sexy for y’all tonight. Y’all show my girl some love!”

  The stage was dark as she sat in the middle at the front of the stage on a chair. Normally, she did a lot of ass bouncing songs when she danced, but that night, Alexandria picked something real sexy, real slow, and real nasty. As soon as Scandalous by Prince flooded from the speakers, the lights went up just a little. She got into position and money hit the stage before she got started. That shit boosted her ego a bit, so she gave her dance one hundred percent of her focus. She started off in a squatting position and lifted herself on the chair with her arms. She had her right side facing the back of the chair, so she was able to control her body more. She grinded all over the chair slowly and the man in front of her threw money at her before she pulled her titties out. She got closer to him, wrapped one of her legs around his head, and grinded her pussy in his face. He took a sniff and closed his eyes. He smiled at Alexandria and she figured it was because he was enticed by the smell. If nothing else, she kept her pussy fresh. Before the second course started, she had her bra thrown on somebody’s head, and then the lights went up all the way. Freaky Gurl by Gucci Mane played. The crowd went wild because they knew she was about to put in work to that song. She worked her way over to the pole and pulled herself up to the top. Moments later, she twirled around the pole and dropped down into a split. When she bounced her ass and titties, she did a little tease by making the crowd think she was about to take her g-string off. Alexandria played with it as she moved her hips and they stared at her as if they blinked, they would miss out on some good shit. She let a nigga see a glance of her Brazilian wax when she wrapped her legs around his head. He looked like he wanted to rip her g-string off, but he just nibbled at her pussy like he tried to eat it through the thin lace that covered it. That shit turned her on, so she quickly gained her composure because her dance was for the customer’s pleasure, not her own. Her only concern was the dollars in his pocket. Money was what really made Alexandria cum.

  Chapter One

  Alexandria’s father, Robert, was a pastor at a local church, which was very profitable. He enjoyed being the pastor of his church until his mistress threatened to tell his wife about them and the whole church. His wife, Erica, had an idea of what went on behind her back, but she was the first lady of the church, and she felt that she had to stay in her place by ha
ving her husband’s back.

  Spring of 2005, Robert wanted to move their family away from Baltimore. They lived in the county, had a nice house, nice car, and money was great for their family, but that wasn’t good enough to make Robert want to stay since his mistress warned him about exposing their little secret.

  “Baby, maybe we can move to Atlanta and start a congregation from scratch. I’ve heard Atlanta has some of the best churches,” Robert pleaded.

  “No, not now, honey. I have been working with some of the young women at the church and they need me. Some are on the verge of being homeless and hungry. I feel like I could be the backbone they need to stand on their feet and make something out of their lives.”

  “Erica, sweetie, I’m sure you will be needed in Atlanta as well.”

  “No, Robert. Not right now,” she huffed.

  Alexandria sat at the kitchen table eating her food, happy that her mother said no about them moving. She didn’t want to move. She loved her friends, her school, and all of the kids at the church treated her as if she was royalty. Those were the perks of being a pastor’s daughter.

  About two weeks later, she sat in the last pew of the church while her parents were in the office, which was about five feet from where she sat. She heard giggling, saw her mother put her hands behind Robert’s head, and give him an innocent kiss on his lips. She told him what a good job he did with the sermon and she complimented him on how good he looked in his suit. Alexandria thought it was funny because she heard a lot of sisters in the church say the same thing. She smiled at how happy her mother appeared. Then, moments later, Sister Rebecca, Robert’s mistress, walked into the church with a baby boy on her hip and a young girl about twelve years old. Alexandria was surprised to see Sister Rebecca because she hadn’t been to church for more than a year.

  Sister Rebecca marched toward the office and stopped in her tracks when she saw Erica and Robert in the office.

  “Hello, First Lady Erica.” She smiled at her. “Pastor, can I have a word with you?”

  Alexandria saw her mother reach for the baby. Erica smiled wide because she loved kids. “Praise the Lord, Sister Rebecca. It is so good to see you found your way back here.” She leaned in and gave her a hug. “Will you be staying in town or is your visit temporary?”

  Robert’s light skinned face turned bright red. Erica didn’t realize how uncomfortable he grew, but Rebecca enjoyed watching him squirm. He took the baby from Erica’s arms and handed him back to Sister Rebecca. Alexandria saw her roll her eyes at Robert, but Erica didn’t notice because she was watching the baby.

  “I sure hope your visit is permanent,” Erica said.

  Sister Rebecca switched her baby to her other hip. “Like I said, can I have a word with the pastor?” She directed her question toward Erica.

  “As you can see,” Robert pointed to Alexandria from his office, “I am ready to take my two favorite ladies out for dinner,” he said sternly.

  Alexandria smiled because she enjoyed going out to dinner. Sister Rebecca leaned in and gave Erica a hug, gathered her children, and walked out the church’s door. It was obvious that she was mad about something, and Alexandria sat there wondering what her problem could be. With her juvenile thoughts, she figured she needed the church’s assistance like most of the women in the church needed. She saw her mother and father give a lot of money to help the members of the church.

  The following Sunday, Robert stood at the pulpit looking like a million bucks in an ivory white suit with an ivory handkerchief with gold accents. He preached on the powers of prayer and how God only blessed people who accepted Him as their Lord and Savior. There were fans waving, feet stomping, hands clamping, and a few people danced for the Lord. Even as a teen, Alexandria saw the power in the message that Robert delivered and was proud of him.

  Right before Robert adjourned the church service, he called anybody that wanted to receive God’s blessing via prayer. Rebecca approached the pulpit and Alexandria could see Robert sweating from the second row where she sat. The church started clapping, and then Rebecca snatched the microphone out of his hands.

  “Sister Rebecca!” Robert yelled.

  Rebecca was a beautiful young woman. She had auburn hair down to her shoulder, which she wore in a bob. Her skin was the color of honey and her eyes were deep brown. Her body was curvy and she didn’t bother to hide it, not even for church. Her dress hugged her curves and her cleavage showed tastefully, but still not appropriate for church.

  “No, Pastor. I got this!” Rebecca looked into the congregation. “Brothers and sisters, I want to share with you what Pastor Robert Payne has been getting into, literally!” She put her hand on her hip and pointed to her two children sitting in the front row who didn’t pay her any attention. Robert stood there begging for the microphone. “Pastor Robert Payne is the father of my children. He paid me money to disappear and get rid of our son, if you know what I mean.” The church sighed in unison as they looked at each other as if they didn’t believe a word she said.

  Rebecca was well known for being ‘loose’ at the church, but most of the members assumed that she had changed her life after being a member of the church for about thirteen years. When she first came to the church, she was troubled. The man she was in love with told her it was over and he married his girlfriend. She was heartbroken, wanted to kill herself, and Robert was there for her. It was all innocent in the beginning, but the more kindness Robert showed Rebecca, the more she wanted to show him how grateful she was. That was when a late night of Bible study turned into sex shared between the two.

  Erica approached her, and said, “Now this is enough! You are going too far. Get out of here right now!”

  Rebecca reached into her handbag and showed Erica some papers. She spoke into the microphone. “These are the results of the blood test because Robert felt I was trying to trap him, so he made me get them for both of my kids. This is a copy of the check that the pastor gave me for $5,000 to abort our baby and disappear, but I couldn’t do it. I loved him for so long. I came here last week to tell him that I never got rid of our son, and that I wanted him to be a father to our children.”

  Robert found out far too late in Rebecca’s pregnancy with their daughter to abort the pregnancy because she stayed away from the church until after she was six months pregnant. When she turned up pregnant again, he felt it was a trap and wanted her to get an abortion right away, even though he knew it was an ungodly thing to do. He figured that since he already was sinning by sleeping with Rebecca for so long, he might as well have her get an abortion. He felt after she had it, he would secretly take care of their daughter, give her money to leave town, and things would go on as usual with his family and at the church.

  Alexandria’s mouth was wide open as tears ran down her face, and she felt hurt take over her body. She couldn’t imagine her father being anything like Sister Rebecca described him. She couldn’t believe it. She took off running until she got to the office. She locked herself in there for about an hour until her mother convinced her to open the door. That was the day she hated Robert for herself, for her mother, and for having children by another woman. He made her question if God was really real. She wondered how a man of God could be such a hypocrite and a liar.

  About a month later, her mother and father had gotten past his infidelities, but the church members thought it would be best for Robert to step down from his position until he faced the church’s board, who would determine if he would return to his position there. Just when Robert thought the storms had come to pass, two other women from the church spoke up about him having affairs with them. Erica once again looked past it, but not Alexandria. He was an embarrassment and she couldn’t stand the sight of him. When he was around, she locked herself in her bedroom and told her mother how dumb she was for sticking by a cheater’s side. She vowed that when she had a man, she would be the one to call the shots. She couldn’t imagine a man having her look like a fool by cheating with multiple women, let alone
have babies outside of what they shared in front of family, the church, and God as being true love.

  To get back at her parents, Alexandria started wilding out a little before her sixteenth birthday, which was on May 7, 2006. It was the first week of April when she stayed out all night getting drunk and partying. She snuck out of her bedroom window at nine at night and when she got home the next morning at five, she knew she could get away with that shit. Her parents were asleep, so she already had thoughts of doing the same shit the following weekend.

  It was Sunday, and Alexandria was too busy watching the pianist, Timmy’s, fine ass instead of listening to the boring sermon that Pastor Jeremiah Thompson preached. He was nowhere as good as Robert and the whole church knew that. Alexandria had a crush on Timmy since he first came to the church two years prior. He played the piano and was a Jr. Pastor in training. When Timmy first came to the church, he had been arrested for drug dealing, but somehow, Robert talked him into giving his life to Christ. Then, he helped him get on his feet and helped him with his Bible studies. When Robert realized Timmy had a passion for the Word, he took him under his wing.

  Timmy always smiled at Alexandria with deep, dark eyes. She wondered if he had a crush on her too. He was twenty years old, light skinned, hazel eyes, thick lips, and his body was muscular. He wore his hair cut low and sideburns were trimmed down to his chiseled chin. He was absolutely fine to Alexandria. She got wet just from the thought of him.

  When the church choir stood up to sing Silver and Gold by Kirk Franklin and the Family, Timmy had his fingers dancing across those black and white keys oh so nicely. At that moment, Alexandria knew she wanted him to be her first. She kept her eyes on him so that when he looked in her direction, he could see that she was feeling the way he played the piano.