“A nigga can never doubt us, boo,” Frankee said, speaking facts. We both came out dressed to kill, heads were turning whenever we walked past. The green, floor-length body con dress with slits on each of her sides and a gold chain holding her dress together at her hips. Her gold open toe heels and goldaccessories, and the light beat on her face had Frankee looking like the bad bitch she was.
Frankee walked us to the head of the line, and with no question, the bouncer let us in. The only thing I disliked about my outfit of choice was it drew a lot of attention. The entire walk into the club niggas were all over me, and the shit was flattering, but I really wasn’t on that type of time with them. I had one mission in mind, and that was it.Make Faheem sick.The average nigga wouldn’t do for what I had in mind for that nigga. He was gonna cry by the time I was finished with him. Frankee led us into a small, private section slightly elevated over the main club.
“Who you know?” I leaned over asking Frankee. She had to have some kind of connection.
“Mookie, the nigga throwing the party. We go way back, and he always looks out for me if I ask him,” Frankee said, but I could sense it was more than what she led on with her and who'ver this Mookie nigga was.
Even more so, when a bottle of tequila was sent to our section from the nigga. I was gonna let my friend make it, but tomorrow, she had some explaining to do. Frankee and I took a few shots to get us in the mood. The tequila quickly took over, and we started having a party of our own, dancing to every song as we enjoyed our little buzz we had going. Taking another shot, I said, “Let’s go down there. I wanna meet some niggas.”
“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand, leading us down to the main area of the club.
Finding a place on the dance floor, we began dancing without a care in the world. Tonight was finna be one for the books. It was time to attract the niggas with main nigga energy.
Chapter 14
Faheem Banks
Ismacked Mixie on her big round ass as she bent over making that shit clap in front of me. Her red skirt was barely able to contain her ass cheeks as they wobbled, giving me peeks at her smooth pussy lips that were covered in red lace panties. I could admit coming here with her wasn’t the first thing I wanted to do, not after tasting Juniper’s pussy, but a nigga was enjoying himself. It had been a hot minute since a nigga stepped out. I didn’t hang out with many niggas, but I had niggas I fucked with. I hadn’t seen them, but linking up with them tonight turned out better than I anticipated. Mookie rolled out the red carpet for us. He made sure we had our own section and as much liquor as we wanted. I fucked with the vibe. Even Mixie and I were on the same page tonight. The shit felt good that me and my bitch were able to connect still.
Gee, the nigga that worked with Big Frank over his ho's, stepped out with us. Gee was one of the only niggas you would catch me chilling with on a regular basis. We didn’t hang that often ‘cause both of us stayed busy, but Gee was my nigga. He was posted next to me while one of his bitches, Dailite, sat in hislap, bouncing her ass. Gee didn’t have a faithful bone in his body. Somehow, that led to him having four different bitches he called his, and all them ho's knew about each other. I don’t know how the nigga convinced all them to be okay with it, but I thought about asking him for some advice.
“ ‘Heem.” Lenoxx tapped my shoulder. He was another nigga that came around from time to time. His ass was freshly single, after him and his girl broke up. He was looking to mingle, and bitches had been on his dick all night after seeing him decked out in all green. Lenoxx and his brother were heavy in the streets, and bitches loved both of them. Which is why Lenoxx's friendly ass was single now.
“Whad up?”
“Who is that dancin’ with Frankee?” Lenoxx rubbed his hands together like he was plotting on a bitch.
Our section was right over the dance floor. I sat with my back to the dance floor ‘cause I didn’t really give a fuck what was going on down there, not when I had my bitch giving me my own show. I’d been giving Mixie most of my attention tonight. I’d been feeling bad when I really thought about how I’d been moving with Mixie.
I kind of figured Frankee was gonna bring her ass. She never missed out on a party. On top of her and Mookie having history, she wasn’t going to miss a chance at letting that nigga see what he fucked around and lost. Figuring it was one of the goofy ass bitches she hung out with, I turned around to see if I could get a better look at the broad. I couldn’t make out the shorty that Frankee was dancing with. The bitch was bent over making her brown cheeks clap together. Frankee egged ol’ girl on, smacking her on the ass. A nigga felt like he couldn’t breathe when shorty stood up, turning around, smiling at Frankee. My heart about leaped from a nigga’s chest, and I thought of all the ways to kill a bitch.
Juniper continued twisting her hips seductively, and my heart felt like it was finna beat outside my chest. This bitch was in this mutha fuckin’ club basically naked shaking her fucking ass like shit was sweet. Then her dirty ass had the nerve to be wearing green like she was fucking single. Did a nigga not just eat her pussy? This bitch was about to die. I swear a nigga felt like he was finna have a fucking heart attack, and Juniper’s ass was the fucking reason.
“My nigga, you straight?” Lenoxx asked me, but I was too mad to respond to that nigga. I had to focus on breathing before I exploded in this bitch.
I watched as Frankee and Juniper headed off the dance floor heading towards the bathroom. I didn’t say shit. I moved Mixie out the way, telling her I had to piss, then dipping before she could say anything else. I didn’t even bother responding to Lenoxx. I’d fuck around and bust him in his shit if he said something I didn’t like. I weaved through the club until I made it to the bathrooms. For once, there wasn’t a long ass line by the female bathroom. With no fucks to give and my vision stuck on red, I barged into the women’s bathroom.
“What the fu-, Faheem?” Frankee looked at me frowning as she stood in front of the sink. “What are you doing?!” she shrieked watching me going down the row of five stalls pushing each one of them open.
“Where the fuck is she?” I growled, determined to find Juniper. The last stall was locked. “Juniper, open this mutha fuckin’ door,” I said, rattling the stall door.
“Faheem, what’s wrong?” Frankee pulled my arm, trying to get me away from the stall, but I snatched my arm from her.
“On my mama, Juni, if you don’t open this fuckin’ door, I’ma kick the bitch off the hinges,” I barked, kicking the shit outta the bathroom door.
“Faheem, stop!” Juniper finally opened her nasty ass mouth. “What’s the problem?” She tried to sound innocent, but it was only pissing me off more.
“The fuck you mean? Bitch, you know who you playin’ with?” I banged on the stall door. All I could see was myself choking the fuck outta Juniper. She had the game fucked up if she thought she was finna fuck with another nigga besides me. She gon’ fuck around and find her ass in The Red Room.
“You can’t be forreal?” Juniper chuckled, then I heard the lock click, then the stall door swing open.
“This what the fuck we on, forreal?” Rage wasn’t even the right word to describe what I was feeling when I saw Juniper’s outfit up close.
In the darkness of the club, I hadn’t noticed her entire outfit was see-through. Juniper’s ass was really outside in a green mesh two-piece mesh pants outfit. The black thongs were the only thing covering her pussy. Her entire titty was visible except for the black pasties covering each nipple. Strings hung from the bottom of her sleeveless shirt. Juniper wanted to see a nigga locked up or dead, and I couldn’t understand why? I thought when I left the house we were on the same page.
“Nigga, you a joke.” Juniper looked me up and down with disgust in her eyes as she shook her head at me like she had shit to be mad about.
“Let me show you I’ma joke,” I snapped, using my weight to back her back in the stall and closing the door once we both were locked in. “Talk yo shit now, Juniper,” I said as I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, pressing her back against the stall door turning her around. “Why you got my shit on display? You wanna see a nigga in orange?”
