We all checked our outfits when we got out of the Uber. From the stares that we received from people in the line and on thecurb, I knew that we were what the people needed. Bethany led the way straight to the door. It was clear that she frequented this club because the bouncers and door guy were extremely flirtatious. They referred to her by name.
We strolled through the club to our tables with eyes on us. God did his big one when he created me. He was sure to put every curve, pudge, and line in the perfect place. When I was at work, I was careful about my wardrobe. I had curves that I knew couldn’t be hidden, but I had to make sure I didn’t accentuate them inappropriately.
These new young niggas were different from when I was younger. When I was in high school, there were teachers that boys crushed on. The thing was that they did it in secret and talked lowly among their friends. These new little boys would tell a teacher to her face that she had a fat ass or they would fuck. It was a crazy time in the world.
At school, I was very reserved as I should be. I was Dr. P’Nee Anderson. When I wasn’t at school or in the sight of students, I was a whole different kind of woman. There was still a line that I still would never cross when it came to being respectable, but this principal had a life. Well, I was trying to have one now since here.
When we got to the table that we reserved, we all took a seat. I was ready to get a drink and twerk this ass on someone’s grown ass son. In my eye search for a server, my eyes fell on the last person I thought I would see. “Is that Josh?”
He walked toward us like he belonged. “Good evening, ladies. Why y’all at this little ass table? Come sit in our section.”Our?
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me but once.” Bethany jumped down from the high barstool of the table. She took a few steps forward and tapped the shoulder of a girl who stood near our table on the dance floor. When the girl turned around, Bethanypointed at the table. “Hey, you ladies want our table? We are moving to a section.”
“Oh, wow! How much do you want for it?” the girl asked. When Bethany waved them off and told them they didn’t have to pay her, they almost tripped to get to the table.
On our walk across the club to the section that Josh had, I realized whoourswas when my eyes locked with Bolt’s fine ass. Welp, I guess I knew whose son I might end up twerking on tonight.
“Hey, Bolt. How are you doing tonight?” I asked once I was in the section close to where he sat.
I took a small step back when he stood up. He was so tall, and I loved that. His warm breath tickled my earlobe when his lips neared it. “You smell good. What you wearing?”
Why am I so nervous? Snap out of it, P’Nee.“Um, it’s this scent calledHappily Ever Afterby Demosea. It’s my favorite scent.”
The feeling of his nose now in my neck was all I needed to snap out of my nervousness. If he didn’t come to play the shy game, then I would be damned if I would. “It smells good as fuck. Happily Ever After, huh?” He pulled back and gazed into my eyes. “That sounds like something to want with the right person.”
Oh, he’s talking big boy talk.My head tilted to the side after my arms crossed over my breasts. “Boltin Abloy, are you flirting with me?” The sexy, mischievous smirk that he gave me told me all that I needed to know. I shook my head and stepped closer to him. “Bolt, you might not want to do that, because I will fuck you.”
Yeah, those eyes almost fell out of their socket. I wasn’t the same timid, little girl that he remembered. Between Pam and Margie Anderson, it was embedded in me that I was not just a woman, but I was that woman. I couldn’t remember a time thatI had an insecurity about who I was. My mother intentionally instilled in me the confidence of a woman who could have it all if she really wanted it. Right now, I wanted Boltin Abloy.
We were in some sort of sexy stare off. Bolt reached out, grabbed my hand, then pulled me behind him to a seat. I moved my body to sit next to him, but he clearly had other plans when he pulled me onto his lap.
“Aye, man.” Josh broke into our moment. “You just gonna be all out with it like I’m not even here.”
I turned my body slightly to face my brother. “If you were minding your business and not in ours, then you wouldn’t notice what we had going on. Find a ho and go.”
Bolt snickered before his hand smacked my ass cheek. “Be nice to your brother, P’Nee.” He glanced at Josh. “We’re gonna be good in front of you, bro.”
Josh threw his hands up before he walked over to the other side of the section where Bethany and Jojo were. My attention went back to Bolt when he smacked me on my ass again. Before I could say anything, a server came over to ask if I wanted anything to drink. After I got confirmation that it was a full bar and they could make anything, I ordered a chocolate martini. When she tapped on her tablet and told me that it would be right up, I got excited.
“So, what’s that shit you was just talkin’? You said I couldn’t flirt with you,” he taunted. One of his hands stayed on my ass while the other rested on the top of my thigh. His hand was warm against my skin.
I turned my body into him as much as I could from my seated position. “I never said that you couldn’t flirt with me. What I said was be careful with it.” I moved my lips to his ear. “I will fuck you, Bolt. I’m not that little girl you remember. I’m grown now.”
He chuckled before he leaned forward and grabbed his beer off the table that was in front of us. He took a long sip, thenlooked at me. I couldn’t read him in the moment, no matter how badly I wanted to.What is he thinking? Why is he looking at me like that?
The server came over and set my drink on the table. After I tasted how amazing it was, I told her to keep them coming. This was the best chocolate martini I’d ever had.
“P’Nee, what you trying to do, for real?” His question stopped me from taking another sip of my drink. He must have sensed my confusion with his question. “You trying to just fuck around or make something pop on the relationship front? I’m too nutty of a nigga to not know what is what, and you’re my best friend’s sister. I’m not trying to fuck on you without knowing what you want, because I’m not about to fall out with my bro over a miscommunication with his sister’s pussy.”
My nervousness pulled an involuntary giggle from me. I shifted on his lap. “This is a heavy conversation to have in a club, don’t you think?”
“Nah, what’s heavy is the dick that I plan to drop off in you if we come to an agreement of what we’re going to be doing. I want to cover this shit while we’re both sober and responsible,” he urged.
Well, I guess it was time to be an adult and handle the adult shit. “First, I want to fuck. After that, we can discuss if we will keep just fucking or let it get deeper. I don’t want to say be together and you have bad dick. That would be a travesty.”
His eyes tightened before his head fell back, and laughter left his lungs which pulled out mine. When he finally got himself together, he looked at me with a serious expression. “Trust me, sweetheart. The only travesty will be the rearrangement of those organs temporarily while I’m in those guts. I’m not that little boy you remember either, P’Nee. I’ve never played well with others if you remember. If you just want to play, let’s not.”
The Afterparty . . .
