Page 55 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

I could use a little more excitement and enjoy a good show. Shit, I didn’t have anything else planned for the night, so I was with it. We all left the warehouse and went our separate ways. We agreed to meet back up in the next two hours. In the meantime, I was taking my ass home to take a hot shower and smoke a blunt.

“Man, these bitches on one tonight!” Ace yelled.

We had just walked into Frankie’s, one of the hottest strip clubs in the area. Frankie had the baddest bitches, with bodies stacked something serious. It had been a little minute since I’d been through. I was kinda glad Ace suggested we come out and have a little fun. I needed that shit. I was ready to pop bottles and make it rain on those hoes. I hadn’t made up my mind if I would pick a shorty to take home for the night. That all depended on how faded I got. As always, love was shown from all over the club as we made our way upstairs to VIP. Duke had already dropped the bread to have a few girls sent up for private dancing. After I threw back my first shot, I thought about Ava. I knew she had a busy schedule at work, so I hadn’t bothered to text her. I figured she was home and chillin by now so I sent her a quick text.

What you doing?

As if she was already waiting for me to text or call her, she hit me back immediately.

Hanging out with Julia. You?

I’m chillin. I miss you.

She sent a blushing and kissing face emoji.

I’ll call you as soon as I get back home.

She texted again.

Bet. I replied with a kissing face emoji.

Hanging out with Julia, I was sure they were at some bougie ass bar having drinks. I poured another shot and took it to the head. I wasn’t planning to get drunk. That was shit I did while I was at home. Muthafuckas wouldn’t catch me slipping in public.

“Yo, E!” Duke called out.

When I focused my attention on him, I noticed six girls enter our section. All of them came in with their titties bouncing on full display. The only thing they had on were G-strings. One of them went by the name Peaches. She had the fattest ass, and it jiggled right in my direction. Last year, I came out there to celebrate my birthday, and she was the icing on my cake. We fucked twice. Her body was a work of art, but her pussy wasn’t anything spectacular.

“Long time no see, daddy.” She pushed up on me.

“What’s up?” I licked my lips.

My attention was on her big ol’ titties. She wasted no time before she started winding her hips. I popped the rubber band on the first stack I picked up from my duffle. Those ladies were about to have a great night because I was in a giving mood. Me and my crew had money thrown all over VIP. A few girls from downstairs begged to join in, but we liked to keep our circle small. I enjoyed a few more shots before I decided I was done with that shit. They way Peaches was throwing her ass in my face had me rethinking if I wanted to fuck her again.

My hands caressed her softness, then I repeatedly tapped her ass while using the other to drop hundred dollar bills. Her ass was all over me, and that shit was making my dick hard.

I didn’t know what was going on, but Ace had caught my attention. I watched him push one of the girls off to the side. She almost busted her ass in them heels. He had a mug on his face as all his attention was focused on something or someone downstairs. I knew my boy too well, and I could sense some shit was about to pop off. Duke was trying to talk to that fool to see what was going on, but he snatched away from him and headed to the stairs.

I got up and glanced over the balcony to see what had my boy so damn bothered. To my surprise, Ava, Aja, and damn Julia were on one of the stages, swinging on the pole and dancing like they were on payroll. The only difference was they were dressed. The twins worked the pole as if they were professionals. Julia’s ass was slow grindin’ on her hands and knees.

They actually had a crowd of dudes gathered around, tossing money at them. I wasn’t feeling that shit at all. “Money Everywhere” by RSVP played, and my little shorty was putting on a good show. Too bad I was in agreement with Ace; we were about to shut this shit down. Before I could make it to the stage, he had already hopped up there to approach his sisters. They stood there arguing for a few seconds, then this fool snatched Aja’s wig off and threw it across the room. Either she was too drunk, or she really didn’t give a fuck. Shorty fell on the floor, laughing hard as hell. Everybody surrounding the stage fell out in laughter too.

Ace didn’t see shit funny. The girls were in their own worlds, and the music was so loud that they didn’t even know what was going on. As I approached the stage, Ava was bent over with her hands locked around her ankles. Her ass jiggled with ease in the tight pants she wore. Ace was about to kick her straight in the ass to push her to the floor. Before he could, I grabbed her up by the arm with a scowl on my face.

“What the fuck you doing, Amore?”

“Yeah! Y’all muthafuckas done lost yall minds!” Ace fumed.

All they did was laugh in our faces like we were a fuckin’ joke. I could tell Julia's pasty ass was drunk. I didn’t know what gave them the bright idea to show their ass like that, but I wasn’t with it.

“Why the hell you throw my wig like that? Nigga, I paid damn near five hundred for that glueless lace front!” Aja hopped up in Ace’s face. “Nigga, you better run me my money!” She held her hand out.

“I ain’t giving you shit.” He smacked her hand away.

Ava couldn’t even talk because she was laughing so damn hard. I looked over at Julia and noticed the look in her eyes as she watched Ace.

“You need to take your drunk ass home,” I told her.

“Oh, come on. I thought you were going to be the cool brother. Here you are, acting like the other two. I’m out having fun, Ethan. I only get one life!” she sassed.