Darling Niki: Dream Man's Return

She said her name was Nicki. She came to play and her body was sick yeah. She kill when she walk, so sexy when she talk. Oh... ya know she gonna blow ya mind... Okay- NICKI!

Niki put all her body and soul into the new Nicki Minaj joint, Blow Ya Mind, much to the delight of the audience before her. The regulars were tossing heavy dollars tonight much to her delight. As the song pulsed heavily through the speakers making everyone within its reach shake and grind to the impressive beats, Niki executed several killer moves on the pole that drove brothers and sisters alike wild. She was wearing the hell out of a pair of denim shorty shorts with a camo bikini top and matching thigh-high stiletto boots. Her hips pumped back and forth to the rhythm as a rain of strobe lights flashed behind her. She was determined to wipe the image of last night's dream from her mind and her body.

It had been a painful two weeks since her memories had started filtering back. All that having happened when Troy, her no good, but fine ass husband, had fucked her in the backroom of the Dick and Bunny. Her heart had not been prepared for the revelation. Her mind was still trying to wrap around it. And her body was certainly rebelling against her. What was supposed to have been a quickie with a stranger who resembled her Dream Man, ended up becoming a breakthrough in her amnesia. Only it hadn't been a happy memory, but a horrible one. She had remembered that Troy had admitted to being unfaithful to her, which had made her bolt from their home on a rainy morning into a disastrous car accident, which had stolen her memories - good and bad. The fucked up thing was she should be hating the ground that Troy stepped on with every fiber of her being, but after that night and last night's dream, she was convinced that it was not going to be easy.

She craved him badly. Her nipples were at a constant attention, which forced her to stop wearing her nipple rings, and she was finding herself wringing out her panties whenever the memory of what they'd done in the back crept up on her. Hell, even now as she gyrated on the pole, she felt a distinct tremble in her spine. Fuck him, she growled in her head as she threw herself into her work in the hopes that she could forget how her body kept humming to life at the very thought of Troy's hand on her.

Damn, there goes another flashback of last night's dream.

He was standing in the middle of a room with a hand calling out to her. He looked so damn fine in a pair of well-worn jeans and nothing else. His bald head glistening and sweat pouring down his chest. He looked tasty. She could feel herself growing thirstier and thirstier by the minute. Her clit, the fucking traitor, was beating an intense rhythm against her folds that she was compelled to answer. She reached out and felt his muscled chest, feeling the smooth indentations of his abs against her palms. He was so tight. She leaned forward, placing tiny kiss along his sternum before lowering herself to her knees to worship at his fleshy altar. Her hands found and fondled his package from the outside of his jeans, already aware of what awaited her inside. Impatient, she tugged at the denim revealing his dark flesh to her.


"I want you bad," Troy rasped in that deep sexy voice of his.


"So do I," Niki smirked wickedly, taking his member into her mouth. She sucked as if her very soul depended on it. Her tongue glided from root to tip and back again, savoring the spice of his body against her taste buds.


Unable to control himself, Troy snatched her up from the floor and wrapped her long legs around his naked waist. He leaned her up against the wall and began to thrust himself deep inside her slick walls. Niki felt a gasp rush from her lips as she took him in. He felt so good and so right. Their lips locked into a passionate embrace that could not be broken, each drawing a breath from the other, as he pounded away on her aching pussy. Her arms were locked about his body, riding and grinding against him as if they were trying to start a fire. Suddenly, her hands weren't the only ones pawing at her Dream Man. Glancing behind his back, Niki came face to face with herself, the old Tracey. Surprised, she watched as her dumpy doppelganger busily slobbered on the back of his neck and felt up on his ass like some desperate, neglected housewife.

Of course, that's how she had felt back then. Neglected. Ugly. Desperate. The dream had been some twisted menage a trios with herself. It was at that point that Niki had snapped out of her strange dream with a gasp and a shiver. Fuck, she needed to see the shrink again. More importantly, despite the passion he had made her feel in her dreams, she was even more determined to get Troy out of her system.

Okay - NICKI!

From the bar, Blu watched Niki with admiration. She was so glad to have her working the stage. If it hadn't been for Niki, she'd still be dancing for dollars her damn self - and at her age. Please. Thankfully, she was now able to enjoy her club with pleasure rather than obligation and make a tidy profit on the side. However, for the last week or so, she noticed that Niki had been throwing herself more into her work since the other night when a handsome, tall glass of hot chocolate had come through the door. Blu had heard from the other girls that Niki had done the oddest thing and taken him in the backroom; something she never did - ever. But more equally strange was she had heard from her husband, Red, that Niki had stormed out of said backroom an hour later and out of the club with nothing more than her kimono robe and a mad grill.

Blu had tried to get the story from Niki herself, but the dancer had refused to go there; saying that it had been a horrible mistake on her part. But Blu hadn't been convinced. There was more to this. She could tell by Niki's song selections during the week, which were a majority of sexy love anthems like Keri Hilson's The Way You Love Me, Kelly Rowland's Motivation, and Robin Thicke's Sex Therapy. That hot chocolate had something to do with Niki's past and for some reason she wanted nothing to do with him, yet everything to do with him. Red had warned the security team to keep a look out for the dog, but Blu wasn't sure that was the smart thing to do. She was determined to get to the bottom of the issue that was for sure. In fact, she was going to do it right now before her next set. Just as she was heading for the dressing rooms, a uniformed officer stepped into the bar. It wasn't so much the uniform, but the man in it that gave Blu pause. He wasn't one of their regular boys-in-blue, who'd drop in from time to time. In fact, he was a tall cup of hot choc-- Hold up now. She redirected her steps to the man and grilled him up and down.

"Good evening, officer," she greeted sweetly. "May I help you?"

Troy looked passed the woman to peer at the stage, where Tracey was working the pole. He knew this was a bad idea, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Since that night, he'd gone to bed with a hard on that just wouldn't stop, begging for the release only she could give. In fact, at this second, he could feel his soldier stand at attention as he watched her shake her booty all up and down the stage. It was like kismet when his captain had asked him to do a prisoner transfer into this particular county. Otherwise, he'd have no reason being on her turf. Especially, after she had practically threatened him to stay away. The woman, who'd spoken earlier, had to finally clear her throat to get his attention.

"I don't think you can help me, I'm looking for - " he began glancing back at the stage.

"Niki Rochambeau?" she finished with a knowing smile. A hungry look had been filtering into his eyes since the minute he had walked in. That look alone had drawn the old gal in. She had been around enough to know an overly aroused man by just looking at him.

"Tracey Gusto," he corrected sternly with a smooth baritone that shook her. "I'm her husband and I've been looking for her for awhile."

"Mmmm-hmm," Blu groaned crossing her arms over her big breasts protectively. "Seems like she didn't want you to find her. What'chu do?"

"If it's all the same to you, ma'am, I'd like to deal with my wife myself," he stated firmly.

"Seems like you've done a terrible job so far," Blu threw back with a twist of her neck. "Look, I don't want no trouble and you're out of your jurisdiction by the glimpse of your badge. So, tell you what, you tell me what went down and I'll see if it's worth my getting you a little face time with Niki."

Troy studied the woman carefully and made a determination that she might be willing to help. There was something about her that said she could be trusted. What did he have to lose? Taking a deep ragged breath, he began to explain what had gone down; from his one-night stand with his co-worker all the way through to his one-night stand with his wife. During the recounting, Blu had raised her brows a couple of times in surprise, but maintained her cool and objectivity. She glanced over at Niki with a clearer understanding of why her employee was now killing herself on the stage since that night two weeks back. Niki was running from this steamy batch of chocolate, instead of dealing with the issues they'd had. Niki had been through quite a lot in the last year and a half as she tried to piece her life back together. Sometimes, after the club closed to the public, she and Blu would open a bottle of wine in the hopes that a memory or two would fall out. Neither one of them had ever expected a memory as handsome as this one to come falling out of nowhere.

However, on the opposite token, hot chocolate looked real contrite over what had happened. He appeared to love his wife, despite what she was currently doing, and wanted her back. Her heart actually ached for him. Here he thought his wife was dead, probably felt it was his fault, and now that he had found her and they had shared the best sex of their lives, she ups and remembers why she was running from him in the first place and promptly tells him to go fuck himself. Damn. This was sticky. Blu chewed her lip in thought. Niki was her girl and owed her loyalty, but big man here deserved at least a chance to make amends. With that reasoning in place, Blu resolved to lend him a hand. Red would probably kill her for doing this, but she had a soft spot for chocolate.

"Look, you may not wanna come around here since my husband's got a kick-ass-on-sight-order on you," she warned walking over to the bar to grab a pen and pad to scribble on. "Here is where Niki lives. Take this personal shit outta here. Despite what we do, this is a place of business. She gets off at 1 a.m. By the look of her now, she'll be home by 1:15."

Troy glanced down at the paper, then Blu. Gratitude flowed from his dark brown eyes.  "Thanks," he stated before starting to walk out of the club.

"Look, don't make me regret this," she called after him. Watching him leave, she uttered to herself, "God, I hope I didn't make a mistake."


Niki strolled out of the backstage door over to her black Ninja motorcycle. She was looking forward to the wind massaging her tired muscles as she cruised back to the crib. Her body was wrecked and she was tired as all get out after the show she had put down. The night had been her most lucrative, but it had not done the real job of clearing her thoughts of Troy. At one point, while dancing on the stage, she swore the police officer who'd come in was him, but she'd only got a glimpse of his back. Fuck, she thought as she slid on her helmet, now she was starting the see things. She definitely needed to pay a visit to the shrink. However, Po-po did look good though. Maybe he could've helped her forget her cheating ass husband once and for all. Taking hold of the handle bars, she straddled the bike between her legs and kicked up the engine. She only prayed for a restful sleep tonight.


Troy waited in his black Navigator for Tracey to come home. The brownstone and surrounding block looked homy; a stark contrast from her work environment in the metro. There was even a flower box outside her window with a pretty array of flowers. He chuckled to himself recalling that Tracey had always had a green thumb. Every spring she was outside digging out weeds and clearing her flowerbeds, preparing for the new season. He had missed seeing her in her sun hat planting a new batch of ivies. The landscaping had truly suffered in her absence. Overgrown weeds and splotchy grass greeted him, despite his paying the neighbor's kid to keep it up for him.

The sound of a motorcycle bending around a corner drew him out of his recollections. He watched as the driver expertly pulled up on the sidewalk before Tracey's house. Then suddenly, his body immediately reacted to the cyclist. He quickly unbuckled his belt and jumped out of his truck in one swift motion. Hastening his steps, he watched as she dismounted from the bike gingerly. Her body was clad in a fancy black fitted motorcycle jumpsuit, complete with matching helmet. She looked so damn sexy, it was driving his libido haywire. All he wanted to do at that moment was snatch her up and tongue her down. She was in the process of removing the helmet when he came up on her.

"Tracey?" he called out to her tentatively.

Niki startled as she whipped around to face Troy. "What the fuck? How the hell..." she stuttered trying to keep her heart from jumping out her chest and her pussy from jumping out of her pants. She was never going to get used to how fine he looked in reality compared to her dreams.

Troy stood with his hands stuff in his pockets. He knew if he had them free he'd already be dragging her against his solid body. He had invaded her turf again, but he was desperate to see her. That night in the club couldn't be the end. He needed her. The two of them just stared at each other, heat transferring through the air. The tension began to mount and Niki was feeling like she was suffocating. Suddenly, as if remembering why she shouldn't be standing near him, Niki snatched up her helmet and proceeded to her door, officially dismissing him. However, Troy was in no mood to be done that way. He quickly reached out for her arm, only to have her snatch it back. In response, she swung her hand back to slap him, only to have him grab her wrist and drag her to him.

"What, Troy? What do you want?" she snarled, burning her hazel eyes into his dark, smoldering ones.

By pure instinct, his lips crashed against hers and the passion began to ooze out of them both like a sexual truce. The helmet in Niki's hand fell to the ground in a loud thud. Her fucking body was betraying her big time and she was at a loss of what to do. She wanted to scratch his eyes out but at the same time she wanted to ride his dick like a rodeo star. This was horrible timing for Troy to show up now, she grumbled to herself. It was the witching hour and it was her weakest moment during the night, when she'd clamor the walls looking for release. There had been many a night that she had tried relieving the ache herself to no avail and here he was now willing to fill her need.

I'm so angry at you, she growled to herself. I want to kick your ass... Just let me get my head right.

Unaware of the turmoil raging inside her head, Troy swooped her up in his arms and carried her up the steps to her door. Taking the keys from her hand, he unlocked it smoothly and entered her home. In the foyer, he slowly let her feet dangle down, but continued to hold her against his body, all while closing and re-locking the door. He gently pressed Tracey against the wall, letting her feel what her body was doing to him. His erection was hard pressed against his zipper, which he was sure was leaving indents in his manhood. He hadn't realized how bad he had wanted his wife, until tonight.

"Tracey -" he began to moan against her lips.

"Uh-uh," Niki declined pulling away from his mouth to stare at him. "You can't call me that. If we do this then you call me Niki. Period."

Troy stared into her eyes and could see her defenses were mounting. If he wanted to relieve this ache, he had to do her bidding. Touching her face sweetly, he nodded his agreement to her term, then picked up where he had left off. Confident that he wouldn't bring up the past at the present, Niki relaxed enough to enjoy what he was so willing to give. Troy trailed a blaze down her neck as her nibbled and sucked his way down her frame. He immediately found the jumpsuit zipper and was tugging it downward, causing Niki to smile to herself at the surprise he'd find underneath. When he pushed the jumpsuit open, she heard his ragged inhale at finding her completely naked. He immediately went for her breasts and began to suckle them like a starving man. His hot tongue laved her body into a fevered frenzy as Niki worked his Bomber jacket over his shoulder, tossing it to the floor, before reaching for his pullover shirt next.

"Where's your bedroom?" Troy demanded pushing the leather material down her body.

"Down the hall, straight ahead," she answered, kicking off the remainder of the suit.

Troy hoisted her back into his arms and began to devour her mouth. Her tongue played wickedly with his ducking and licking every recess of his mouth. He entered her bedroom and instinct led him to the California king toward the middle of the room. He laid her down open the firm mattress, then stood up to remove his jeans and kick off his Lugs. Niki pulled up on her elbows to watch him. She was chastising herself for doing this, but it wasn't like she was falling for the man. It was just sex. Plain and simple. At that second, Troy was staring down at her with heat filling his eyes, which pooled an equal measure of heat into her quivering core. Okay, maybe it wasn't that simple, she thought.

Kneeling onto the bed, Troy pushed Niki's thighs apart to get at the hidden trinket. Since that night, he had a craving for another taste of her; to feel her womanly essence cover his tongue. Lifting her hips slightly, he treated himself to the silky wine she naturally provided. She was tangy with a hint of sweet mixed in. Despite the hard work out she had put in on the stage earlier tonight, she smelled fresh and heady. Niki writhed to and fro as Troy went to work on her clit. The feeling of his tongue swiveling over her sensitive areas was driving her over the edge. Moans slipped from her lips in a crescendo of praise for a job well done. If the night at the club been off the chain, this was fucking fantastic.

Niki reached down for him, her patience no longer complying, and pulled him over her body. Her lips immediately locked with his, drinking in her own juice from off his tongue. Her arms wrapped about his neck, as her legs wrapped about his waist. Troy pulled her up against his frame and slowly eased himself inside her walls. Tiny gasps huffed from her lips as she took him in. Niki had distinctly remembered being sore the next day after their tryst in the backroom and it was hard to believe he could've gotten any bigger since then. She could feel her puss tighten around his shaft, molding itself. His hands lifted and dropped her against his hips as he rolled and waved against hers, setting an incredible rhythm she was compelled to follow.

"Mmm, Troy," she sighed against his neck, her nails digging into his back.

"Scream for me, baby," he rasped against her ear.

Niki could feel the tremors of her body creep up on her. Her legs were starting to shake as an orgasm began to tear its way through. A passionate cry resounded from her lips, tossing her head back in the impact. Troy increased the pace and found he was not far behind his wife as a growl ripped from him. He could feel the juice of his body filling her insides with his need as they descended back down to earth and reality. Troy laid tender kisses along the column of his wife's neck, drawing her back to him. They slowly fell to the bed in the purest exhaustion and disbelief, but those feelings soon faded into deep sleep - a dream-free sleep for Niki at last.


The next morning, sun blazed through the curtains of Niki's bedroom as she sat at the edge of the bed staring at the man laying in her bed. She had woken with his arm possessively draped over her body and his dick still firmly planted inside her body, which hadn't bothered her in the least. She was at a complete loss of what to do now. She was still so angry with him, but the anger was yielding to the passion she had once felt for him and their life together. Everything had gone wrong after they had had their son. She had felt she had lost her swag, which had yielded feelings of  neglect. And when he admitted to what he'd done, she had plummeted further down her spiral of low self-esteem. Now, here she sat with a new life longing for the life she had with her husband and their son.

Thinking on their son, curiosity now drove her to pull his wallet from his pocket searching for photos. She immediately came across their wedding photo, which she studied quickly before moving to a picture of an infant boy. Nikolas, she smiled to herself. Desperate for a more current photos, she pulled up his iPhone and found even more current photos of the little boy. He had her eyes, but looked exactly like Troy. God, he looked like a little man now, she thought. He wasn't a baby anymore. Time had moved on in her absence and it was painful. Tears began to sting her eyes at the realization she had missed so much.

When she hadn't been thinking of Troy, her memories would drift to this little face. She had started remembering how she would wash him, change him, read him bedtime stories, cuddle him at night when he cut a tooth. She remembered the first time she had heard him say Momma and how it had made her heart soar, because he had said it with such love and awe. God, she'd give anything to hold him again. Would he remember her? Would he shy away from her? She swiped at the tears running down her cheek, then taking a ragged breath she started to put the picture away.

"You can keep that," Troy told her softly. "You don't seem to have a lot of personal pics around and I got more at home."

She drew it to her chest preciously before saying, "Thank you."

"Do you want to see him?" Troy asked tentatively, hoping she'd say yes.

Niki shook her head sadly. "He won't know me. I'm not the mommy he knew. She's gone."

Troy reached out for Tracey and dragged her to his chest to comfort her. Sobs began to tumble from her as she tried to reconcile her thoughts. "He'll know you, Trac-Niki," he assured her. "Every night, when I put him to bed, we hold your picture and tell you good night."

"But that's the old Tracey, he knows that lady. The fat mommy who made cookies and tucked him in at night," she stammered pulling away from him to stand by the window. "What happens when this lady shows up? The tricked out stripper chick with the motorcycle."

Troy stared at the woman before him and tried to find the answer. She was definitely a very different person now. Gone was the self-conscious, slumped shoulder wife who he'd hurt with his one-night stand, replaced by a powerful, self-confident woman, who flew by the seat of her g-string. But no matter who she was, he still loved her, desired her. He wanted to know this new Tracey and get the old one back, too. He wanted her to be able to get her life back, even if she thought it was impossible. Rising from the bed, he joined her at the window. Touching her shoulder lightly, he turned her about.

"Tracey, it's gonna take time," Troy said, softly. "I won't let you go this time. When you're ready, you can come home and see Nikolas."

"Troy, I think it would best if our son never knows about me," she stated firmly, pulling out of his strong arms. "As far as he understands, Momma is gone and she's never coming back. And as far as I'm concerned, last night never happened and you can never come back here. You know you way out. Go!"

With that said, Niki marched to the bathroom and slammed the door. Troy heard the lock bolt and the shower turn on. Frustrated, he wanted to do nothing more than run over and bash the door in, but knowing it wasn't smart to push this new Tracey, he decided to back down and regroup. Snatching up his clothes, he pulled on his jeans and boots. Throwing his shirt over his shoulder, he turned to leave calling back a promise to the woman behind the door, "I will be back, Tracey! This ain't over!"

On the other side, Niki sat on the bathroom floor with her back against the door, allowing the steam of the shower to consume her. Tears ran unchecked down her face as she listened for the front door to slam shut. Her heart was breaking into a thousand pieces. She would give anything to piece that life back together, but she'd taken another path that didn't include a husband much less a child. She wasn't ashamed of who she was, but for a child whose mother was an exotic dancer, they were oftentimes ridiculed by adults and kids alike. At least, she had heard enough tales from the other girls to know. Besides, she just couldn't see herself giving up something she'd felt so good about doing. The dancing had helped rebuild her self-confidence, her life, and brought her so much joy.

"Oh, Niki, what you gonna do, girl?" she sighed, pressing her chin to her knees.