Red Friction

By Omar Wilson

Ebony Daniels, med student by day and sexy stripper by night—she had it all. Money, glamour, and popularity. She had her life all planned out until one day, her two worlds collide. Her med career is on the line and so is her family. Now Ebony must find the balance between good and evil. Now she must right all her wrongs and set things straight to get her life back on track. With her girls by her side, she will have the fight for her life. Sex, drugs, love, lust, and money—all key factors in her game of life. It’s about to get real cold on these streets when the ice princesses makes it snow red friction!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645313472

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Red Friction

Omar Wilson

Copyright © 2019 Omar Wilson

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2019

Edited by Jeronica Wilson

ISBN 978-1-64531-346-5 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64531-347-2 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

This book is dedicated to our brother, Jerventez Wilson. We had big dreams growing up, and we always told each other that we could achieve whatever we believed in. We know you are smiling down on us. We love you, brother. Forever in our hearts.

1

Introduction

Black Ice

As I sit here staring down the muzzle of this 9mm, my whole life began to flash before my eyes. I began to think about all the good and the bad events that made my life what it is today. I mainly thought about all the mistakes that put me in this life-or-death situation. I just kept thinking, Lord, please don’t let this be the end for me. I’m so young. I have my whole life ahead of me. I was always in control of my life, but for the first time, I had no control over my fate, and honestly, it scared the shit out of me! I know you all are wondering how did this chick get herself into this situation. To tell my story, I would have to go back three years to the beginning, when my life was simple.

My full name is Ebony Sharese Daniels, but all my close friends and acquaintances call me Isis. I am a student at the local university, USC, here in the dirty south of Columbia, South Carolina. I am majoring in premed with a minor in chemistry. I have always wanted to be a doctor from watching the TV shows Grey’s Anatomy and The Young and the Restless with my grandmother and little brother. Being in a position of power is what I always wanted and strived for. So I went to school in the daytime and I worked at night. I work at a local strip club called the Booty Shack. All the ballers locally and interstately came to this club to see the best female entertainment and to see my special show Bands on Fire. My stage name is Black Ice, and I am the last act in the club every night that I work. My lifestyle was my choice. I didn’t have to be a stripper. I just enjoyed the thrill of it. I loved being in control of everything, even others.

So when I met this dude by the name of Bushwick in a club, he was intrigued by me at first glance. He undressed me with his eyes, and they were glued to me all night. He sent some drinks to me and girls and made his way over to start a conversation. As he walked over, I could feel my panties getting moist. He was one of the finest dudes I have ever seen. He stood about 5'9" milk chocolate skin with dimples and light hazel brown eyes with sexy-ass dimples. His body looked like it was chiseled. He had a nice chest, and I could see his six-pack through his shirt. He was gorgeous. After hours of small talk, he gave me his card and told me to meet him at his club. I have been working and balling out of control ever since. Still keeping my grades up and believing that one day I would be a brilliant doctor.

It goes down at the Booty Shack, which is run by my boss Bushwick and his assistant Floyd Raven, aka Rave. My best friend here at the club is Diamond. She is a beautiful full-figured woman in her late twenties. She used to be the final act here, but now she works as the bartender after having her son. Her husband Tank works security. Tank is very tall, around six feet, and dark skin with a bald head. They met and hooked up after customer tried to skip out on paying Diamond for a personal table dance. Tank always talked about opening his own strip club with Diamond being his opening act, but Bushwick hates that kind of talk and threatened to fire them both of he ever heard that talk again. He really doesn’t want to lose Tank or Diamond because they always bring in a big crowd. Everybody in the met knew them. I told Tank I would be an act for his lineup. He would always laugh and assure me that I would have a job.

I felt guilty even talking like that because I do have loyalty to Bushwick. He is so sexy and I am definitely feeling him. I’m keeping my feelings to myself because I know you should never mix business with pleasure. I heard that some of the girls are dealing drugs. Bushwick said he has something special he wants me to do after my shift is over. I wonder what it could be. He said it’s gonna put some extra paper in my pocket, and that always put a smile on my face. With the extra money, I could pay off my tuition and help my grandmother. Bushwick said he would always look out for me, and for some reason, I trust him. His swag was on point, and I loved that about him. I thought about how well we complimented one another. I had to shake myself out of my thoughts. I felt kinda stupid lusting after a man. I never lusted after men. They lusted after me, but on the other hand, I always got what I wanted and Bushwick would be no different.

2

The Come Up

In medical practice class 354, my mind couldn’t stay focused. I kept thinking about my meeting with Bushwick tonight and finding out what the hookup was all about. How much money could I make and did he really want me to be his woman? I was nervous and excited at the same time.

Ebony! said Professor Lewis. Can you answer the question?

My mind went blank and I said, Can you repeat the question, Professor Lewis?

How would you control the bleeding… Never mind, you stay after class. Jasmine, can you help her out?

Sure, said Jasmine. There are many ways to control bleeding in an emergency situation. Apply the tourniquet two inches above the wound and wrap it tightly.

Okay, great, Jasmine, said Professor Lewis.

Jasmine Williams was my closest friend here at the university. She was thin with thick black glasses and the same apple stem ponytail every day with big full figure lips. I could always see her beauty, but she always keeps herself plain and simple she hid behind her glasses. She talks every day about going to John Hopkins for medical school and her loser boyfriend Joe, who works at the gas station. I tell her all the time she can do so much better if she fixed herself up. But she always replies, When I am a doctor, I will.

As the class ended, Professor Lewis ushered me into her office. She looked at me with a serious face and said, Ebony, I see great potential in you, but you will have to stay focused to finish senior seminar next semester in which we will be studying medical compounds, and the internship requires 150 hours plus a research project.

Seeing the concern look in her face, I said, I will do my best, and I was sorry for not paying attention in class.

Don’t let it happen again or you won’t get any recommendation from me in the future! snapped Professor Lewis.

As I got up to exit the classroom and enter the hallway, I heard a loud voice. What happened? It was Jasmine waiting for me to give her a ride around campus to her dorm. Are you on track to graduate? said Jasmine.

Yes, I am on track. She said I have to take the internship course next semester, I replied.

Great, I have to take that same course as well. Then John Hopkins here I come. You should apply as well, said Jasmine.

But I wasn’t sure yet, because I didn’t want to move so far from my brother and grandmother. And I would have to find place for all of us first. I had a small tight-knit family. My mother passed away when I was five and Laron was two. My grandmother raised us, and we never knew our father or cared to for that matter.

You can do that and I will help you, but can you hurry and drop me off? Joe is coming over before his shift starts, said Jasmine.

Okay, well, when you get the chance, come by the club tonight. I am the final act and have a new cat suit to show off my curves in the front and in the back, I said, giggling.

Well, I might just do that, said Jasmine.

After dropping her off, on the way home, I decided to go by my favorite sex shop, The G Spot, on the west side to pick up some extra accessories for my meeting with Bushwick. I purchased a new tongue ring and rings for my nipples. I also purchases a new black patent leather suit with removable attachments to show all my lady lumps. While in the store, I began to model the suit in the mirror, and then I decided to do the ass clap as I walked back and forth. I could feel all the attention on me and shook my fat booty. It was my best asset after all. Men and women in the store could not keep their eyes off me, and I knew I had the right jumpsuit to be jump off ready. I took a final look in the mirror. My 34C cup breast were so pert I didn’t even need a bra. Yeah, I was a bad bitch, and I knew it. Sometimes I scared myself at how sexy I was. I know Bushwick wouldn’t be able to resist.

3

Anything for You, Daddy

The crowd tonight at the Booty Shack is wall to wall packed. The crowd picked up more every week after Bushwick started offering free before ten specials and boosted the price on the drinks. But the tips stayed rolling in for my girl Diamond. Last week, she made five hundred dollars in one night. She also coached me on my dance moves, and she showed me how to be professional when everyone expected you to be a hoe. As I walked out the dressing room in my new suit, I felt like royalty. All eyes were glued to me. Diamond came in the back and told me it was time for the final act. The guest DJ—Twist—put my theme song on, Bands a Make ha Dance. Then slowly I sashayed from behind the curtain in a trench coat and a black top hat. I could smell the scent of cream black and mild mix with testosterone and sweat. This excited me even more. The crowd of men and studs screaming to see my goods. Then the DJ flipped to Usher’s Climax and the crowd went wild. I dropped the hat and coat, exposing my patent leather cat suit. I dropped down into a split and began to grind the stage seductively. I slowly ripped the suit from my body as I turned my back to the stage, exposing my fire red thong and bra. When I turned around, all I could see were dollars being thrown at me as I gyrated from one side of the stage to the other. Then the song changed to T-Pain stripper song. I climbed the pole all the way to the top, flipped upside down, and slide down slowly. Then I made my final round on stage and let my fans place money in my G-string near my pussy to show my gratitude to all my fans.

The stage was full with dollar bills and roses. I heard people calling my name Ice Ice Baby. I even heard one dude say, Damn, baby, I’ll drink your bath yo bath water. Come here, girl! All the excitement made my nipples hard and my mouth dry. I needed a drink. Being an exotic dancer gave me a sexual high. I just couldn’t get enough of it. As I exited the stage, Bushwick emerges from the office wearing a tan Gucci suit with his long beautiful dreads pulled up into a ponytail. They accented his Hershey chocolate skin perfectly. I just wanted to grab him and stick my tongue in his mouth. I was so horny from the dance and just seeing