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She sat her drink on the table in front of our small section that only sat up to six people. It was just the right size for us two and it was tucked away towards the back in a corner, allowing me to see everything. The environment seemed cool and it was my potna’s spot, so I didn’t feel uneasy. But being vigilant was non-negotiable, especially in another city. Vultures looking for a lick didn’t know me from a can of paint. If I seemed like an easy mark then they’d try their luck. I wasn’t going for none of that and my girl was here with me, so I was staying on my p’s and q’s by watching my surroundings and not drinking. Meanwhile, Lourdes was in her own world, getting drunk, and bouncing her ass with her hands on her knees. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The more she made her ass jump, the more her short tube top dress inched up. Her booty was facing me, so I was the only one getting a show. Just when her booty cheeks were about to make an appearance, she popped up and pulled her dress down, and then made her ass wiggle while standing up straight. Yea, she was definitely feeling like her old self again. My chest hurt at the type of male attention she’d be getting tonight if I wasn’t by her side. For somebody who’d been complaining about their weight, she seemed to have all the confidence in the world in a dress that hugged all her curves. My dick got hard when I realized all of her accessories were things that I bought her; the 2011 pink and orange Versace stripper looking boots, the customized sparkly Hello Kitty bag, and the colorful white LV scarf that she tied around her head. When she learned that the club we were going to was outside she expressed how crucial it was to cover up her leave-out. She also had a pink rhinestone personal fan with her. She definitely came prepared because it was hot and humid despite the fact that it was technically a winter night.

“You just might. Just might get that G-Wagon out of me . Please drag it out

of me, please drag it out. Rollie gang, patty gang, rich baby daddy gang!” She chanted along with Drake while panning her phone over to me. My eyes were so focused on her ass that I hadn’t noticed her recording herself on her front camera. Instead of playing it cool, I joined in on the fun by sitting up, wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my head on her ass, and closing my eyes like I was taking a nap. She giggled and wiggled her booty harder, causing my head to bounce against it.

We continued to play around and have a good time with each song the DJ spun. The last time we were outside like this was for her birthday, so I forgot that tolerating the club was easy when she was by my side. It was even better now that it was only us two. I fucked with her friends and of course I liked kicking it with my potnas, but nothing was better than just being with my girl. We were locked in with each other and that was something we hadn’t been able to do since we had Louri. Our house had been a revolving door for family and close friends. While that was nice because we always had help, alone time was still needed for us as a couple.

“There's nothing I won't do to spend my life with you. I'll give my all to you. I promise that I will never lie to you, boy…”

Several songs later Lourdes was sitting in my lap and sipping on her third drink while singing along with the throwback Ciara song that the dj was playing during his “slow it down” segment. She was still recording herself and making direct eye contact with me through her camera while holding onto the side of my face. I rested my head on her shoulder, hanging onto every lyric she was singing to me like the sprung nigga I was. Nevermind the fact that this girl had lied to my face multiple times before, but that was the past and I’d moved on. I kissed the side of her neck while she kept singing to me.

“Open my heart, give it to you. Tell the whole world that I'm in love with you. Whatever you want, baby I'll do. I know I don't want nobody else but you…”

Seconds later, we were tongue kissing. I don’t know who started it, but if she was trying to stand on that six week shit then her best bet was to stop it immediately. Trying to give her an out, I pulled away from the kiss sooner than I wanted to. I guess she didn’t think anything of it because she went right back to enjoying the music. “Anxious” by Genuine was playing and instead of singing, she was grinding right in my lap. Her ass rubbed up against my dick one too many times, so I gripped her hips to shoot her a fair warning.

“You playing with fire, doll baby.”

“Huh?” She glanced back at me batting her eyelashes in a poor attempt to look innocent, but the smirk she was trying to hold back gave her away.

“Man, you know what you doing and if you serious about taking your doctor’s orders seriously then you better chill.”

“Boy please, I do what I want,” she scoffed.

“Alright,” I chuckled while loosening my grip on her hips to let her go with her move and she did just that. Only she was going way harder now. She was purposely rubbing her booty back and forth on my dick while maintaining eye contact with me. She was either taking my warning as a joke or she was ready to get fucked again. Regardless of where her head was at, I felt like she was calling my bluff and challenging me. That six week shit was on borrowed time.

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“Man, what is you doing?” I laughed as Lourdes stepped out on the balcony in our one bedroom suite at The Setai. We’d gotten back from the club about 15 minutes ago and the first thing she did was run to the bathroom screaming how badly she had to use it. While she was in the bathroom, I rolled up a blunt, pulled up Youtube on the tv to play music in the living room, and poured me up a glass of 1942. Once I had that handled, I stepped out to the balcony to spark up, but I left the glass doors open.

“Ooouu, we still drinking?!”

“Mannn,” I laughed harder as she clacked over to me in those stripper heels she’d put on before plopping down on the daybed where I was stretched out.

“What is you doing, Lo?” I moved my glass from her reach.

“Trying to drink with you. What the fuck?”

“No, what the fuck is you wearing?”

When she was in the bathroom longer than I thought she would be I thought maybe she was shitting or something. Before coming out to the balcony I called out to her to make sure she was good and she responded coherently, so I knew for sure that she was okay. I had no idea she was in there changing into a hot pink rhinestone thong bikini with the matching heels and a pink see through feather robe. She was dressed like a white stripper from the 90’s, but she was stacked like a black stripper from the south.

“I was thinking we could go to the beach,” she replied excitedly.

“Yea, you good and drunk.”

“Fuck you,” she giggled. “I’m not that drunk.”

“You drunk enough, talking about going to the beach like it’s not 2 AM.”

“It’s not that late. People are still out partying.”

“They partying on the beach?”

“Oh, go to hell,” she slurred, before successfully snatching my glass from me. She got one big gulp in before I smoothly took it back from her.

“For real, you’ve had enough for the night, Lourdes.”