My Lola B: The only things I want right now are shrimp eggrolls and dick. If you aren’t bringing either of those, I don’t need anything.
Me: Yo. Wtf is wrong with you??
After a while, I realized Lyric had stopped replying, so I tucked my phone back into my pocket. We were kicking it, so I hadn’t planned to return home any time soon. Since I knew she wasn’t in any immediate pain or danger, I decided to wait until I got home to see what was going on with her. ’Cause shorty was bugging, and I was lost as hell.
“This is just what a nigga needed.” Logic smacked the stripper’s ass as she bent over and touched her toes.
My plan was to go home after we finished in the studio, but when Keynauri suggested we hit up the strip club, I couldn’t give him a valid excuse as to why I couldn’t go. Logic smirked when he noticed my internal battle because he knew the truth, and he used the shit against me by egging Keynauri on. Reluctantly, I agreed to go, but I would rather have been home.
“Damn, I can’t tell whether this shit is real or fake, but it’s moving like water.”
Logic continued to fondle the dancer as she whined her hips in his lap. We weren’t supposed to touch the dancers, but this was one of those clubs that never truly played by the rules. There were a few girls who sold pussy inside the club, and the boss turned a blind eye. As long as the money was flowing, people would overlook anything.
“You’re the only man I know who frowns while he’s in the club.”
I heard a familiar voice behind me. When I turned around, Bianca stood there, dressed in a hot-pink bikini with a matching mesh cover-up. I couldn’t front. Shorty looked good with her long, blue bundles. I never cared for colored hair, but she was someone who could pull off any color and still look like a model.
“What’s good?” I kept it cool since we hadn’t been fucking with each other for a minute. She texted me a few times to let me know she wasn’t feeling the switch-up, but there wasn’t much forme to say. I made it clear I was unavailable, and there were no regrets on my end.
“Everything is everything. I’m surprised to see you here. This isn’t your scene.” She took a seat next to me, leaving little to no space between our chairs.
“Yeah, I know. The fellas wanted to get out, so here I am.” I shrugged, ready to get the fuck out of there.
“Well, I’m glad they dragged you out. I’ve been missing you,” she cooed.
Her hand rested on my thigh, and I glanced down at it. When I glanced up, I could already see what type of time she was on. “Oh, yeah?” It was the only response that came to mind.
“Yeah. I miss your presence and everything else that comes with you. I’ve been putting my rose to work, but nothing or nobody makes me cum the way you do,” she purred.
My dick stretched inside my jeans, but I held my breath, trying to think of anything random to get it back down. Bianca must have noticed the shift in energy because her hand traveled further until she reached the imprint of my shaft. I held my breath when she tried to grip me through my jeans.
“Whoa. You gotta chill, shorty.”
I backed up, realizing the drinks I had when I first got there had kicked in. Dark liquor mixed with some good kush made me horny, but this wasn’t the time nor the place.
“Why? You and I both know you want me. Why are you playing so hard to get? Huh? I know you miss me too.”
Once again, her hand reached for my dick, but I grabbed ahold of her wrist.
“Aye, chill. I didn’t come here for all of that.”
“I don’t understand you, East. One moment, we were cool and doing our thing, and the next minute, you’ve completely cut me off without so much as a goodbye fuck. You didn’t care whether I got closure or anything. How is that fair to me?” Bianca whined.
I scratched the back of my head, irritated that I was having this dumb-ass conversation in the middle of the club.
“I don’t understand what kind of closure I was supposed to give when all we were doing was fucking. It was cool and shit, but I never sold you a dream or offered you anything more than that. Just dick and a drink every now and then. Was I supposed to give you a two-week notice to let you know you weren’t getting this dick no more? Make it make sense.”
I wasn’t trying to be an asshole, but I couldn’t understand it. Bianca and Zenia were acting as if I had broken their hearts and ended a long-term relationship. If I was honest, Lyric should have been the only one upset because I knew I was in love with her and still kept playing the field out of fear. Her feelings were the only ones that mattered to me.
“Wow, I guess I was a fool for thinking we had a deeper connection. I’m not even gonna trip, because I can see that young bitch has you sprung. It’s all good though because I know the real. She’s a wild card, and eventually, she’s gonna fuck up. They always do. Just know I’m here when the time comes for you to send her back to the streets. I know how to be my man’s peace and give him something to look forward to when he comes home. You’re a good man, East, and you need a good woman on your side. Call me when little mama fucks up.” Bianca got up, switching to another section.
I wouldn’t lie and say my eyes didn’t linger, but there was nothing more to it. Bianca’s speech was cool, but I wasn’t worried. Lyric was mine, and I didn’t give a fuck what anyone had to say about it.
After Bianca left, I took another shot of Henny. I probably shouldn’t have, but fuck it. I was vibing, watching the girls dance as I thought about buying a pole for the house. Lyric would look sexy as hell dancing on the pole. The image alone had me missing her, but before I could text her, my phone vibrated.When I retrieved it, I smiled when I saw her contact, but it quickly disappeared when I saw the contents.
My Lola B: You can’t seem to stay away from those bitches, huh? Maybe I shouldn’t have given up my roster so quick.
Attached to her message was a photo of Bianca with her hand in my lap. I didn’t even trip, because it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. She had me fucked up with her roster comment, though.
