“Men or women?”
“Both.” She shrugged and East chuckled, shaking his head, amused at the thought.
“What?”
“Nothing. You just don’t seem like the type.”
“What’s the type?”
“Shit, I don’t know, not you.” He laughed again and Joi rolled her eyes.
“They’re not all trashy. Some are nice and it’s sexy.”
“Men or women?” East questioned again.
“Both, well… not really. Women more than men because they’re kinda nasty. They’re all sweaty and just usually, ehhhh.” Joi balled up her face and East laughed again.
“That’s because you didn’t have any business trying to look at some muthafucker with his dick in your face. That shit is played.”
“But it’s not played if you’re in a strip club with a woman having her pussy in your face.” East smirked and nodded.
“It’s not the same and I don’t do strip clubs.”
“But you have, and it is the same.”
“Nah, shawty, it’s not. Trust me.”
“Mr. Joseph, we have your section ready for you. Mr. Orr reserved it for you.” The host East and Joi were waiting on returned after checking the VIP list to figure out where she was to seat them.
“Follow me.” She smiled hard and East allowed Joi to move first, placing his hand on the small of her back as they moved through the crowded space. Once they reached their destination, she stopped, extended a hand, and waited for them to enter. Ace was there with his wife and stood to greet East with a handshake and hug before he greeted Joi with a nod.
“It’s been a minute.” Ace took his seat again and pulled his wife into his side. East and Joi sat across from them and Paris offered a warm smile to Joi who returned one.
“Yeah, it has. Life happens,” East gave as his reasoning.
Ace smirked and nodded, then turned his attention to Joi. “This is my wife Paris.”
“Nice to meet you, Paris, I’m Joi.”
“Same,” Paris offered, inching closer to Ace greeting an old friend. “It’s good to see you again, East.”
“I know. It’s been a while.”
“It has. You’re still family. You and Joi can join us for family dinner anytime you want.” East smirked and nodded. Paris was always Paris.
“I appreciate that.”
“Hey, boo.” Nyelle breezed in the section looking like a million bucks. She was dressed in all black, ripped jeans, heels, and a strapless top that hugged her thick frame.
“Look at you matching your man’s fly.” Joi grinned at her girl when she leaned down to hug her.
“You know I have to make sure these hoes know what’s up.” Nyelle glanced over her shoulder at Vega who was scowling at one of his employees, talking fast. His fit was all black as well which fit him nicely.
“See… there you go. Your man owns a strip club, you better just make peace with his hoes. As long as he knows what’s up, that’s all that matters,” Joi said and stuck her tongue out at Nyelle who rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever, I’m still not playing these games with them. What’s up, East?”
He offered Nyelle a nod before she turned her attention to Ace and Paris. Vega entered right after, greeting everyone.
