The air smelled like weed, liquor, and too much perfume and cologne. I waved my hand in front of my face coughing slightly as I stepped in. The loft was full. Niggas everywhere. Women half-dressed or damn near as they danced on the strategically placed poles in the space.
I was finally making an appearance at one of Syrus's infamous parties. I didn’t fuck with parties 'cause I didn’t fuck with crowds, but it was my niggas birthday; and after muchpersuasion, I told him I would show my face. I had a few bands to bless him with for the celebration. One drink and I was out.
My eyes scanned everywhere as I looked around. I fucked around and walked right into a pair of double D's attached to a thick, brown skinned vixen with braids that almost came to her knees. "My bad," I apologized.
She smiled up at me, flipping her braids over her shoulders. "You good, baby. You can bump into meanytime." She licked her lips, looking at me with fuck-me eyes. Her long acrylic nailed fingers pressed against my chest.
Chuckling, I grabbed her hands softly as they were about to drag down to my belt. "I'm married, baby." I flashed my ring.
She looked behind me. "Is your wife with you?"
I shook my head. "Nah."
"Then I don't care." She shrugged, closing the space and pressing her titties against me.
I politely stepped out of her reach. "I appreciate it, but I'm good, mama."
I reached in my pocket, peeled off a blue face, and placed it in her G-string. Stepping aside, I made my way further into the party. Niggas stopped me along the way, dapping me up. Women did the same, grabbing all on me like I was the damn stripper.
This was why the fuck I didn’t do parties.
"Damn, let my man's through!" I heard Sy's voice.
They shuffled out the way letting me through. I smiled as he approached. It looked like this nigga had on every piece of jewelry he owned on. Diamonds dancing in the blue lights, his arms outstretched as two big booty twins wearing nothing, but thongs and clear heels flanked either side of him.
"Happy Birthday, my nigga." I dapped him and pulled him in for a hug.
"It is now!" He punched my chest lightly when we pulled apart. "My nigga done finally made an appearance."
"You know this ain't my scene." I looked around. A red bone with red hair slinked over and ran her hand down my arm. I pulled her hand off me shaking my head.
Syrus laughed. "This is every red-blooded man's scene. Fuck you talkin' about."
He wrapped his arms around the waist of each twin and pulled them close. Crudely as fuck, he stuck his head in between the chest of each one, motorboating them and making them giggle as they shook their titties in his face.
"The American dream, my boy." He grabbed a handful of their cheeks. "Ass, titties, and money."
I just shook my head with a smile.
Syrus released them from his grip. "Come have a drink with me." He gestured me with his head to the bar. "Bitches," he spoke to the twins. "Daddy will be right back."
Not offended in the slightest, they waved and smiled as we walked off. He slung his arm around my shoulder. "I appreciate you coming through. Real shit. Lot of fake muhfucka's in here but you the realest nigga in this room."
I smirked. "It's all good. I'm glad to see you having a good time."
He walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of Ace of Spades chilling in a silver bucket. Expertly popping the top, champagne overflowed over his hand. He poured some on the scantily dressed bartender then dipped his head to lick it off her chest.
This freaky ass nigga. Chuckling, I accepted the bottle from him and poured a glass.
He grabbed a second bottle, popped it, and held it up to toast. "To a real nigga birthday!" he shouted.
"The realest," I smiled before clinking my bottle against his and took a generous swig.
Syrus came from around the bar and sat down next to me on the bar stall. He leaned in. "See anything you like in here?" he pointed with the bottle. "You can dip off and get your dick wet right quick. Maybe that'll loosen you up." He clapped his hand on my shoulder.
I took another sip, scanning he woman. My eyes landed on two women in the corner who were engaged in a sixty-nine as a crowd cheered them on while tossing money on them.
"Nah. I'ma pass tonight." I shook my head.
