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“It’s Alicia. And yours?”
“Reggie,” I say, placing my forearms up on the bar, then clasping my hands around my beer bottle.
“So where you from, Reggie? I haven’t seen you in here before.”
“Yeah, it’s my first time.” I tell her I’m from Elizabeth, although it’s a lie. I don’t ever tell any of these chicks I get at what town I rest at.
“Oh, okay. So what brings you out here?”
“I heard this spot was live so I wanted to check out the happenings for myself.”
She grins slyly, lifting her drink. “Well, I hope you like what you see so far.”
I lean back, glancing at her ass, then back at her. “No doubt, ma. So far, I’m diggin’ e’erything I see. So where you rest at, ma? Paterson?” She tells me she lives in Paramus, about twenty minutes away from here. We go back ‘n’ forth wit’ the small talk for a minute. I find out she’s twenty-eight. Single, but happily looking. No kids. Has her own crib. And she works for the city. I tell her basic shit. That I’m thirty, happily single, and no kids.
Real shit, I’m not sure how many drinks she tossed back before she parked her ass up on the stool next to me, but after her third Ciroc her tongue starts gettin’ mad loose, talking about how she’s ho
rny, how she came out hoping to bring someone home with her tonight. And the more she flaps her jaws, the harder my dick gets.
I grin. Them niggahs at work weren’t bullshitting when they said these hoes up in here are some easy ass.
“Ain’t that somethin’?” I say, eyeing her. “And I came here hopin’ to slide my dick into somethin’ real wet.”
“You ain’t ready for none of this wetness, boo,” she teases, sipping her drink.
“Yeah, a’ight. That’s what ya mouth says. I already know what it is. I stay ready.”
She laughs. “We’ll see.”
“No doubt.” I raise my drink, then toss it back.
Asap Rocky’s “Fuckin’ Problems” starts playing. “Aaah, shit.” She snaps her fingers, starts winding her ass up on the stool. “This is my shit. You wanna dance?”
“Nah, I ain’t tryna dance, ma,” I say, leaning in closer. “I’m tryna fuck.”
“Ooh, right to the point. I like that. A niggah who knows what he wants.”
“No doubt. I ain’t got time to be beatin’ around the bush, ma. Life is too short for the dumbness.” I grab my beer, holding it up. She clinks her glass against the bottle.
“Here’s to knowing what you want. And knowing how to get it.”
“And what you want?”
She licks her lips. “To get my drink on and have a real good time. And, hopefully, end the night with some real good dick.”
“Yo, check this out, ma,” I say, placing my hand on the small of her back and staring deep into her eyes. I’m not sure whether or not it’s the drinks or the fact that the more I stare at her the better looking she is starting to look to me, but all I know is, my clit’s throbbing like a muhfucka. And I wanna fuck. “You sexy as fuck.”
She grins. “So are you.” She tosses back the rest of her drink, placing the empty glass up on the bar. Her hand is on the inside of my thigh. “So now that we’ve gotten all that ‘you’re so sexy’ shit out the way, now what? My place or yours?”
Nah, the backseat of my whip!
“I’ma make you nut, ma.”
Her eyes widen. “Here? Now?”
I keep my gaze locked on hers. “No doubt.” I lean into her ear, my horny hot mouth next to her ear. “I wanna finger your pussy, yo.”
She laughs, almost choking. “Ohmygod, niggah, you crazy. I ain’t never have no niggah tell me he wanted to finger-fuck me in a club, at the bar, around buncha people. OMG, you see all these niggahs in here? What if someone sees you?”
