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I shake my head, laughing at her silly ass, eyeing this light-skinned broad, Peaches, with big bouncy titties just the way I dig ’em. She’s rocking a shiny silver halter-top and matching thong. She shakes her jiggly ass in front of a few niggahs, then makes her way over to us when she see them niggahs ain’t giving her no play.
She licks her lips at me. “What’s good, Reg? Hey, Prince. Y’all lookin’ like you could use a good time.” She cups her titties, then slides a tongue over her nipples. “What can I do for y’all tonight?”
“Not a damn thing, ma,” Prince says, shooing her outta the way. “I already got my eye on someone. But you can hook my niggah up wit’ a lap dance, then maybe a lil extra, feel me?”
“Nah, yo, I’m good,” I say, peeling off a few bills, then slipping them inside the front of her thong.
She smiles, leaning into my ear. “Reg, baby, you fine as hell. If you change your mind, let me know. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a minute.” She flicks my ear with her tongue.
I grin. “Oh, word? You wanna fuck?”
She nods, snapping her fingers to a Lil Wayne joint and popping her pussy up in my face. She smells like coconut oil and pineapple. “Reggie, you know I’m big on you, boo. All you gotta do is say the word and this pussy is yours?”
“Oh, a’ight. I’ll keep that in mind.” I slap her on the ass, then watch her move on to her next potential mark.
Prince eyes me, shaking her head. I frown. “What, muhfucka?”
“That biscuit’s feelin’ you, yo. I don’t know why you don’t get up off ya bullshit ‘n’ get wit’ the program.”
I wave her on. “Tsk. Man, I ain’t thinkin’?’bout that broad. You know I don’t get down wit’ strippers like that.”
“Yo fuck that. I heard that bitch got some good pussy ‘n’ can suck a mean dick.”
I shrug. “Good for her. I ain’t on her like that. All that broad’s good for is a lap dance e’ery now ‘n’ then. But givin’ her this dick ain’t it.”
Prince looks at me like I’m crazy. “Yo, ain’t nobody sayin’ you gotta marry the ho. Just fuck her. The bitch practically throws the pussy on you e’erytime we come up in this muhfucka.”
I glance over at the stage, takin’ a swig of beer. There’s a tall, thin brown-skinned chick wearing a silver sequined bra and thong and a pair of high-ass platform heels up on the stage, twirling herself around one of the poles. Niggahs start throwing them dollars up when she drops to the floor, then starts doing backbends and Russian splits, bouncing to the beat of Juicy J’s “Bands That Make Her Dance.” She goes into a handstand, then starts popping her ass.
“Real shit, Reg, you stay buggin’, yo.”
I peel my eyes from the stage, looking at her. “Buggin’ how?”
“All this pussy up in here and you ain’t tryna fuck.” She shakes her head. “Yo, keep it gee, son. When’s the last time you stretched out butt-ass naked in a bed and fucked a shorty down real good?”
I blink, caught off-guard by the question. Real shit, I can’t remember the last time I kicked back and got this dick sucked right, then rolled up into some pussy. I shrug. “Fuck if I know, yo. Why?”
“Shit, niggah.” She points over at Peaches. “That bitch ready to fuck the skin off ya shit and you ain’t goin’ for it.”
“Yo, I already tol’ you. I ain’t beat for none’a these broads, man.”
She frowns. “Oh, what? They ain’t straight enough for you, is that it? I know you gotta be tired of frontin’. You spend more time gettin’ ass in the backseat of whips ‘n’ shit, misleading bitches…”
“Yo, hol’ up, fam, you comin’ outta pocket, now. I ain’t even ’bout to have this convo with you, yo. I like what I like. You like what you like. Let’s leave it at that, yo.”
“A’ight, whatever, yo,” she says, motioning for the stripper chick she’s been eyeing practically all night over for a lap dance. “Yo, let me get a lap dance, ma?”
She grins. “Anything for you, sexy.” She cuts her eyes over at me, and winks. “You wanna be next?” She introduces herself as Wet-Wet.
Prince grins. “Wet-Wet, huh? Why they call you that, ma?”
“?’Cause I gotta extra wet pussy. You wanna feel how wet it gets?”
Prince slaps her on the ass. “Then grind up on this dick ‘n’ let me see how wet that shit gets, baby. Yo, Reg, you sure you don’t want next?”
“Nah, I’m good. Do you.” I toss back another shot, glancing at my watch. It’s a lil after midnight. I feel like dipping up outta here ‘n’ hitting up a straight spot. But I know I’m all tanked up ‘n’ ain’t tryna get pulled over by the Po-Po then end up wit’ a DUI or some shit all ’cause I’m out prowling for some pussy.
Prince gives me the finger as Wet-Wet straddles her, then starts grinding into her lap. Prince cups both of Wet-Wet’s titties in her hands, then starts squeezing them. “Yo, fam, you need to feel these soft-ass tits, yo.” I tell her I’m good, watching as Wet-Wet rides Prince to the beat of the music, every so often glancing over at me and winking.
