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“Oh yeah, ya’ll haven’t met before. Toya, come here,” Charlie said, calling Toya over who had went and sat down next to Monae. She stood up and made her way over to us. “Dre, this is my best friend Toya and Toya, this is Dre, Quan’s homeboy,” Charlie said.
She looked at me and gave me a shy hi and I nodded my head at her. I could already tell that lil mama was a force to be reckoned with and there wasn’t shit shy about her. She went and sat back down.
Eventually, Quan let me invite some strippers up, so I was in the middle of getting my dick grinded on while I watched Toya from out of the corner of my eye like a damn hawk. I had this short, thick ass stripper on my lap grinding her thick ass all on my dick. She wasn’t wearing anything but a G-string and a bra that wasn’t even covering up all of her breasts. I let her have her way with me and I must have closed my eyes for a little too long because when I opened them, Toya was gone. I tapped thickums on her ass and told her thanks and then reached inside my pants’ pocket and handed her a 50 dollar bill. She damn near begged me to take her in the back in one of the private rooms so she could suck my dick but I told her no because I was in search of my future wife.
I stood up from my spot and Charlie was grinding on Quan because the DJ had slowed it down and was playing that Lil Jon and Oobie, “Moist.” I respected Charlie and Quan’s relationship because couldn’t a soul say that she was with this nigga for his money because she was down with this nigga when he didn’t have shit. I didn’t know what the hell my nigga was whispering in Charlie’s ear but whatever he was telling her, it had to be good because she was smiling from ear to ear.
“Aye, man, where she went?” I asked Quan while in the middle of him getting his lap dance. Shit, I didn’t care. I needed to find her.
“Where who went?” Quan asked, clearly not able to focus right now. I gave him a look like ‘You know what the fuck I’m talking about’ and he chuckled. “Oh, she downstairs at the bar. She said they was taking too long with her drink so she went to go get it,” he said and I nodded my head and walked off.
Security let me out through the rope and I scanned the club looking for her. I found her a minute later, standing in front of the bar with her hands folded and her back facing me. I could tell from her posture alone that she was pissed off about something. I slowly made my way over to her, putting a little more swag into my walk. I stood behind her and whispered in her ear.
“Clearly, you don’t have nigga,” I said. I felt how her body tensed up and once she caught on, I could feel her body relax up under me.
“What makes you think that?” she asked, looking at me over her shoulder.
“Ain’t no way a nigga gone let his bitch walk out the house with this on. If you was my bitch, I would break your damn neck for having all my business out, showing the whole damn world!” I said cockily.
“Too bad you’ll never get the chance to act on that,” she said, taking her drink from the bartender and sashaying off. Damn, did she really just play a nigga like that? I wasn’t used to the shoe being on the other foot. I was used to bitches throwing themselves at me, not the other way around.
My eyes stayed glued to her the whole time as she made her back into V.I.P. I stayed at the bar for a little bit longer and then made my way back up to our section. When I got up there, Charlie was no longer sitting on Quan’s lap. She was now sitting on the other couch with Toya and Monae. I sat down next to Quan and took a sip of my drink.
“How that work for you, nigga?” Quay asked and I could tell he was trying to hold back a laug
h.
“Shut the fuck up, nigga. She gone have my baby and ya’ll niggas gone be uncles soon, just wait on it,” I said cockily, even though I didn’t know whether or not this would be true. I could honestly tell that trying to get Toya would be as hard as pulling damn teeth.
“Yeah, whatever, nigga,” Quan said laughing, and I waved him off.
I looked at my phone and I noticed that it was one in the morning. I looked over and I could see that my future was preparing to leave. I watched as she gave Charlie and Monae hugs and then made her way over to us.
“I’m about to get up out of here. I got to be to work in the morning,” Toya said, never once looking in my direction.
“Alright, sis, be careful. Wait, hold up. Let me have one of the security guards walk you out,” Quan said, about to get up from his seat but I quickly shut that shit down.
“Nah, it’s cool. I’ll walk her out,” I said, standing up. She looked at me like she wanted to say something but she didn’t.
After she hugged my niggas goodbye, I let her get in front of me and I followed her out to her car. The whole time we walked through the crowded club, I respectfully walked with my hand on the lower part of her back, even though I wanted to grab her by that little waist and place her in front of my hard ass dick that was dying to be freed.
When we stepped outside, there were a lot of people hanging around the front of the club, smoking and chilling.
“Aww, man, is that my nigga Dre?” I heard someone yell and I focused my attention to see where the voice was coming from. I looked up and I was my nigga Chilly from back in the day. We used to do runs together back in high school.
“What’s good, nigga?” I asked quickly because Toya was trying to get away.
“Ain’t shit, chasing this paper. When your ass get out?” he asked me after we gave each other a mainly hug.
“I just got out this week,” I said, looking between him and Toya because she was about to walk on the other side of the road.
“Nigga, go handle that. We’ll link up later,” he said and I dapped him up and jogged lightly, trying to catch to this fast walking girl.
“Damn, baby, you couldn’t wait for daddy?’ I asked her playfully.
“You say that like I asked you to walk to me to my car. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself,” she said, going into her clutch and pulling out her phone. She pressed a button on the case and all of a sudden I noticed the case light up and the phone shake. I looked closer and this crazy ass girl had a damn stun gun as a phone case. I laughed because that was some gutta ass shit. “I told you, I can handle myself so you could have stayed back in there,” she said, putting her damn weapon back in her purse.
“It’s called being a gentleman. I wanted to make sure you got to your car safely,” I said.
