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I see the lust in his eyes. “I heard that. And you doin’ it, ma-ma.”
Beyoncé’s “Ego” starts playin’ and before I know it, I’m swayin’ side to side to the tempo, then droppin’ down low and poppin’ it back up. Shit, I have a lot to celebrate. Day’Asia’s ass ain’t pregnant. And hopefully she ain’t got AIDS. But, her pussy’s all crusty ’cause she gotta bad yeast infection. Mmmph. Whatever. Ain’t my pussy. I told her stank-ass to take them pills and keep her goddamn legs shut.
I twirl it a taste, then two-step and finger pop it. All three of these niggahs got they eyes locked on my body. Scooter slowly licks his lips, makin’ my pussy clench. He knows he’s some kinda sexy with his rugged, tatted-up self.
Oooh, I gotta hurry up and get away from this niggah before I forget I’ma lady and give his ass a lap dance up in this bitch.
“Look, let me get movin’ along. I’m tryna keep it classy tonight. And I ain’t about to have none of you fine-ass niggahs sidetrack me and have me out here turnin’ up the ho-meter.”
They laugh. Tell me I’m shot out. But that doesn’t stop any of them horny niggahs from eye-fuckin’ me. I know, and they know, I could fuck every last one of ’em—down, if I wanted. I turn to leave and can feel their eyes bouncin’ up ’n down like lil’ ping pong balls tryna keep up with the shake in my ass.
Chunky, I mean Chris, plays Lil’ Wayne’s “6 Foot 7 Foot” as I hoist my ass up on an empty barstool and bop to the beat. Big Mike comes over, smilin’. “Wassup, Cass? What can I get you tonight?” I ask him what tonight’s specials are. He tells me Wet Drawz and Dirty Drawz.
I frown at the thought of tossin’ back a pair of dirty draws. And I know there’s a few hoes up in here wearin’ a pair of cum-crusty, pussy-juiced drawers right now tryna be cute; just like Day’Asia’s ass. Stink bitches!
“What’s in those Wet Drawz?”
“Absolut Peach Vodka, Peach Schnapps, and a splash of grenadine syrup, shaken then poured over ice.”
I smack my lips. “Ooh, that sounds tasty. Let me try one of them Wet Drawz, then. And hopefully by the end of the night, my drawers will be wet, too.”
He laughs, shakin’ his head. “Yo, Cass, you somethin’ else, ma-ma.”
“I know I am. Now hurry up and bring me my drink so I can wet my throat.”
“I got you,” he says before walkin’ off to handle thangs behind the bar.
I decide to hit the bathroom real quick to make sure all things are in place. Face, hair, waist and ass. I sashay my hips into the four-stall bathroom. Give myself a once-over, then blow myself a kiss. Oooh, I’m so sizzlin’ hot. I can’t stand the heat! I fuss with my bangs, then apply a coat of gloss up on my cherry-painted lips. I like to keep my lips sweet ’n juicy at all times.
I step outta the bathroom and start headin’ back toward the bar when someone grabs me by the arm. “Aye, yo. What’s good wit’ you? You lookin’ damn sexy tonight.”
I yank my arm back, and black, “Niggah, do I know you? Did I suck your dick? Did I fuck you? Hell no! So don’t put ya goddamn hands on me.”
He puts his hands up. “Aiight, aiight . . . my bad. I ain’t mean no harm, ma.”
“And you don’t mean me no good either, lil’ niggah.”
“Yo, I’m not tryna disrupt ya night. I only wanted to say wassup to you.”
“Then say ‘wassup’, but don’t touch me ’cause you were about to have me turn the gas up in here, niggah, comin’ at me like that. I was about to take a torch to ya ass.”
“Oh, nah, nah . . . it ain’t that serious. I don’t want no problems, ma. I spotted you when you walked through the door and wanted to holla at you, that’s all. Let me buy you a drink.”
I eye him up and down, tiltin’ my head. Pink Polo shirt, baggy jeans, crisp white Louie V sneaks. Dreds done up right. Oooh, and the niggah got the nerve to be lookin’ real tasty in his pink.
I decide to lower the gas a taste, since I wanna know more about this niggah. “AJ, right?”
He grins. “Oh, you remembered. That’s wassup.”
“Niggah, puhleeze, don’t go bustin’ a nut over it.”
He laughs. “Nah, never that.”
I twist my lips up. “Uh-huh, that’s what your mouth says, lil’ boo.”
“And that’s what it is. And for the record, ma, e’erything on me ain’t little.”
“Prove it. I don’t usually fuck short niggahs but tonight might be ya lucky night.”
