"Do you suck dick before or after brushin' yo teeth?" I asked the groupie-hoe, whose name I didn't care to remember.
Groupie-hoes are bitches who flock in groups, rather seldom alone. They come up to you with a long resume that feels like it would make them qualified to be on the winning team.
I ain't in the business of recruiting bitches and I for damn sure didn't have a hiring sign slapped on my forehead, yet bitches always felt the need to linger around me like I could give them a spot with me or one of my niggas like I'm a motherfucking messenger.
She tilted her head to the side, pondering on the right answer that would sound reasonable to me and one that would make the most sense, regardless of it being the truth or not.
"Um, after," she answered proudly, whispering in my ear over the loud music, then leaned back with this dumb-ass grin on her face, looking like Donkey from the movie Shrek. I don't even know why security let her ugly ass past the rope. Her gums were black as shit and she had a mean-ass overbite. Her weave was a little crunchy on the ends and she smelled like a barbecue grill or some shit.
Shaking my head at her giddy reaction, she frowned when she noticed the scowl on my face didn't match the smirk on hers.
"What's wrong, did I say something wrong?"
"Whoever dick you suckin' must don't give a fuck about life or none of that shit. Cuz you supposed to brush yo teeth before and after," I grimaced. "You ain't got cavities do you?"
She shrugged.
Clicking my tongue against my teeth, I shook my head as I thought of an idea. I leaned up and tore a piece of foil off the hookah and passed it to her for her to chew it. She gave me a questionable look before putting it in her mouth to chew it like gum.
"Yeah, just like that," I grinned, waiting for a reaction.
Her face twisted up the more she chewed, then she spit it out and caressed her jaw, signaling where the cavity was.
"What the fuck you have me do that for?" She shrieked.
"Cause not only do you need to practice good hygiene love, but you need to get those cavities filled in," I told her, getting a scoff out of her. "The way I look at it, if you got poor dental hygiene, then you got poor pussy hygiene."
"Nigga fuck you," she spat, and stood up to walk away, signaling the bitches she strolled past the rope with.
"It ain't shit for you to be embarrassed about love. Niggas don't tell y'all hoes the truth no more," I spat after her.
"Nigga you just gon' let the hoes leave like that," my nigga Romeo spat on the other side of the couch. "I was plannin' on fuckin' that tonight."
"Then after her, what my dick got to do with yours?" I questioned him with a raised brow.
"Y'all niggas wilding," his brother Rico chuckled.
We were here for my nigga KC. It was for his album release party. Judging by the chicken heads running around here, he didn't have an elite guest list though. Either way, I was happyfor him, but it's normal for a Black nigga to complain, even if it's some free shit. Crazy thing is, bitches had paid a fee just to pop out and look ugly. If it wasn't for KC I would've left an hour ago.
Shaking my head, I watched as Rico and Romeo took turns passing blunts around, making sure to bypass me, because I don't smoke shit I didn't see get rolled up. My eyes darted towards the bar, as if God tapped me on the shoulder and told me to look up.
There her fine ass was, dripping in sexy from head to toe, looking like some fine shit. She knew she was the baddest bitch in the room. From here, I could see so many hating-ass hoes with their noses turned up as they walked by. Sia had that aura about her though, her and her girl. She could step into a room full of model bitches and still get attention. She was just that bitch and hoes hated her for it. They hated her existence because they wanted to be like her so bad, you can't strike a match beside an existing flame and expect it to burn the same way. That ain't how shit works.
Not letting the air linger between us any longer, I stood up and sauntered over to her, ignoring Rico and Romeo's back-to-back questions about where I was going, like a grown-ass man is supposed to respond to them about his whereabouts.
The closer I got to her, I grazed with my eyes over her body. The sexy-ass leopard dress made her curves visible. Sia didn't look a day over forty, and she didn't look like one of those women who were trying too hard either. That's why I wanted to fuck with her.
I'm not used to this sucker shit, me approaching them, spitting game and wack-ass punch lines. Women were bold enough to approach me, so I'd gotten used to it. I ain't above it, but Sia was making me put in some work. I'd always throw shots at her fine ass, but I never got a response. Thirsty enough, I spammed her comments to let her and everyone else know thatI wanted to fuck with her, but she never bit the bait, making me scratch my head and wonder if a nigga really lost his touch.
Sia was a hard body, from the looks of it. I'd lurked on her social media accounts enough times to know that there wasn't a nigga with a wet mouth behind her. When she went on dates and posted her plate, or drink, I was lurking in the background to see if a nigga's arm was included in the shot. You'd have to be a crazy-ass nigga not to wanna be seen with her. I couldn't think of anything else or she had home-trained his ass enough not to kiss and tell, but the way I threw shots at her, a nigga should've popped out the bushes on some tough shit feeling some type of way about it.
The closer I got to her and her homegirl, they were engaged in a conversation, before her homegirl walked away and latched arms with a nigga, leaving her at the bar alone. Sia stared at them only for a millisecond then shook her head and gave the bartender her drink order.
Inching closer towards her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, nestled them on her flat stomach as I brushed my nose against her neck, inhaling her scent.
"Let me taste it," I spoke low, but loud enough for her to hear.
She seemed tense at first but settled in my rapture when she recognized my voice. "No," she giggled, giving me a whiff of her minty breath. "Because you're gonna act stupid after."
