Chapter 4
Loso
“Merry Christmas, Loso! I couldn’t decide what to get you, so I got you something I knew would be foolproof.”
An eyeful of ass cheeks, areolas, and holiday costumes made me speechless.
Though Christmas was three weeks away, Melli insisted we exchange gifts early.
I knew from experience her gift would be over the top, but I didn't expect to walk through a tunnel and step into an adult club. Nightstand was a member’s only spot in the underground scene of Silk Hills, and though I had been to its sister club, Battlefield, I had never stepped foot in the pussy pond.
Once we made it through a few security checkpoints, a petite woman with Santa Claus shaped pasties over her nipples walked up and ran her fingers over my jewelry. “Have you been nice or naughty, handsome?”
I grinned. “That all depends on who you ask.”
“Mm. I like the sound of that.” She fingered a large prize wheel that stood at her side on stilts. The colorful piece of metal reminded me of something I saw in Vegas. “Well, since you can’t decide if you’ve been naughty or nice, how about we let the wheel decide?”
“How about we let the lady spin for me?” I suggested, nudging Melli forward.
She happily gripped the handle and guided the wheel in a circle. As if she had the chance to win millions, Melli bounced on her stilettos until the pointer highlighted the prize.
“The Red Room,” I read aloud. “What’s that?”
“You’ll find out if she decides to share her gift with you. Merry Christmas, lovers,” Pasties said while handing Melli a red key.
Since I was in foreign territory, I let Melli take the lead.
She guided us to a section that gave us front row access to a stage that ran down the center of the club.
Like every other place I visited in the last month, the building was riddled with reminders of what time of the year it was.
Everyone who worked in the club wore accessories or clothes that highlighted the holiday.
I had never thought elf ears and a red nose could be sexy, but one step into the club had proved me wrong.
“I’m not going to pretend this ain’t playa, but what is this? I’ve heard of it, but I have never been here,” I declared once we were comfortable in our section with a bottle of dark liquor.
“As much as you get around, I can’t believe you haven’t been to Nightstand.”
“Hey. Stop talking shit and enlighten me.”
“Well, what you see is what you get. Nightstand is an adult club that hosts everything from orgies to erotic painting parties. It’s a private club, so most members toss their inhibitions out the window when they’re inside.”
I nodded while sipping my drink and taking in her explanation. “How long have you been coming here?”
“I’ve been a few times, but I became a member a few months ago. For Christmas, the club gave us a free night’s pass for a friend. A good girlfriend of mine was supposed to come with me, but she chickened out at the last minute.”
My brows collided. “Oh. So you gave me a secondhand gift.”
“Don’t make it sound so bad, Loso. I thought you would enjoy the scene.”
“I’m just fucking with you. You did what you could, Melli.”
With my drink in my hand, I sat back in my seat and inspected my surroundings.
At least nine couples were in private sections, and most of the women were dressed in a costume or very little clothes.
The stage was dark, but a short, pudgy man moved props from one side to the other as if preparing for a performance.
I couldn’t see a DJ, but I could hear her voice every so often.
I hated to compare Melli’s gift to Essen’s, but my heart recognized the difference.
When Essen bought me a present, she gave me something sentimental.
Melli went with something less . . . thoughtful.
“Welcome to Nightstand, lovers.” A chocolate woman with long locs ushered a serving tray toward us. “Party favor before the party starts?”
My focus went from Essen to the tray of white pills resting on a stack of red bows.
“Come on, baby! Let’s pop a molly.” Melli grabbed two pills. “We’re going to turn up tonight, and I want you to get loose with me.”
I assessed the pill when she dropped it into my palm.
Familiar with its power, I knew I’d be up all night burning any electrolyte in my body if I took the drug.
Experiences with the stimulant left me with flashbacks of nights I could barely remember, and the essence of women I barely knew.
Even still, I wanted to make the most out of my trip to Nightstand.
Melli’s gift may have been shallow, but I wasn’t ungrateful.
“Fuck it,” I muttered before I dropped the pill on my tongue then washed it down with Hennessy.
“See,” Melli sang. “I told you we would have a good time tonight. I can’t wait for the day you start to trust me.”
“I let you decide where we would kick it tonight, and we ended up in a sex club. This is the exact reason I don’t trust you. I’m not mad at you though. The set up is fresh.”
“And the performances are even better. Tonight, we’re getting a burlesque style show.” She twisted her hips. “I can’t wait to see what they wear tonight.”
Once I confirmed I could smoke in Nightstand, I rolled a blunt. The more time that past, the heavier my limbs got. I hadn’t popped a pill in years, but when I started to crave something to chew on, I knew the molly was in effect.
Melli gave me a lap dance while we waited for the show to start.
I relaxed, hitting my drink and my blunt while she rubbed up and down her body.
Every time she moved, the sheer dress squeezing her curves crept up over her ass.
The sight of Melli’s round cheeks mixed with the drugs in my system made my dick brick up.
Shamelessly, I pulled it all the way out, then snatched Melli into my lap.
I wasn’t inside of her, but she rolled her hips against me, sending my teeth into her shoulder.
As my vision circled the room, my hands roamed over her thighs, soaking up the warmth of her skin.
Everybody in the club seemed to have gone from chill to ready to fuck, and I was sure it was because of the molly.
“What. The. Fuck,” I grumbled in a hushed whisper, or at least, I meant for it to be low key.
Despite her presence holding my vision hostage, I couldn’t believe Essen was across from me dressed in a red and white two-piece made of fur.
The chocolate bombshell looked breathtaking in a Mrs. Claus inspired fit, and her smooth skin was bathed in glitter.
A pair of red reading glasses kept her big curls out of her face, giving me a clear view of the pleasure smothering her face.
When she spun around to face the nigga she was with, her ass cheeks spilled out the bottom of her skirt.
Not a piece of panties was in sight, and she didn’t seem to care.
My hand smoothed over my beard at a sight almost too powerful for me to stand.
“Don’t turn away. Look at her,” Melli cooed. “It doesn’t look like the princess is as innocent as you thought, huh? Someone’s being a naughty girl.”
A part of me wanted to push Melli away and go drag Essen’s little ass out the club.
Yet, the part of me that was higher than a giraffe’s coochie kept me in my seat.
I moved to look away, but Melli reached back and forced my chin back in Essen’s direction.
The party planner appeared oblivious to the web she tangled inside of my gut.
Her slanted gaze was hidden by dense lids, but confidence oozed from her body language.
She grinned as she moved like a hippie at a festival surrounded by people yet finding solace in her own thoughts.
I swallowed back the urge to call out her name though I couldn’t control the moan that slipped through my lips when I noticed her peeking areolas creeping from the cup of her bra.
“You knew she would her here?”
“I’ve seen here her before. I bet you don’t think she’s better than me now, do you?”
“Oh. So you on some setup shit?”
Melli gave me a cocky grin while fluffing her hair. “There’s no better gift than honesty.”
My eyes went back to the main attraction as a helpless feeling washed over me.
Essen didn’t look like she was in distress even though that’s what consumed me.
I couldn’t think of any explanation for why my best friend’s little sister could have for being in a sex club other than this was where she wanted to be.
On some playful shit, I always accused Essen of being sneaky, and finally, I saw her in action.
Hell, I watched her for so long, I started to feel like the sneaky one.
“Daddy,” Melli moaned. “Don’t let her ruin our time together. Tonight, I want you to take care of me. You can worry about your family later.”
The needy lady restarted her strip tease, yet I couldn’t concentrate on Melli.
From the moment I spotted Essen in the same room, she owned my senses.
Even through the cloud of smoke I forced from my lungs, I became hypnotized by her firm breasts and the small pudge in her stomach.
The drugs may have guided the declaration to the front of my thoughts, but it was something I had always known.
“Who is that nigga?” I grumbled under my breath when Essen’s date interrupted her show.
I grimaced when he kissed her neck. I scooted to the edge of the couch when his hand disappeared between her thighs.
If I hadn’t taken the pill, I would have ruined everyone’s night and ended his life.
I wasn’t used to seeing Essen being with anyone, and having a front row seat changed the way I thought of her.
As if thirsting for her own touch, Essen gripped her breasts and tossed her head back. Her lips molded into a circle as her chest rose and collapsed rapidly. I couldn’t hear the words she muttered, but judging by the greedy way she grabbed ol’ boy’s wrist, I knew she was about to cum.
“Aww, shit.” I mouthed the words.
After a few minutes, the sound of Essen’s pleasure climbed over the music.
Her partner reached up and covered her mouth, causing her eyelids to part.
The instant she spotted me, her shoulders dropped, and all the chocolate on her bones melted to the floor.
Her shock was evident, but Essen didn’t seem as spooked by my presence as I was by hers.
Soon, her one-sided grin replaced her parted lips, letting me know she wasn’t fazed.
“Mm.” Melli nibbled on my earlobe and massaged my hard-on. “I think we can skip the show and head to The Red Room. Are you ready?”
I couldn’t move. The sight of Essen playing with her bald pussy bolted me to my seat.
My dick was so hard, I started to copy the other couples and bend Melli over right where we sat.
Then again, I couldn’t disrespect Essen by having sex in front of her regardless of what she was doing with the next nigga.
“Where did she go?” I wondered aloud once I noticed her section was empty.
“Are you serious?” Melli pouted. “We’re supposed to be spending time together, and you’re more concerned with her.”
“You know how to get my attention, Melli. Do yo’ thang.”
Melli dropped to her knees and piloted my zipper down with her teeth.
Hard as a bullet, my dick stood at attention.
Since Essen was nowhere in sight, I felt comfortable to get loose.
Between squinted eyes, I watched Melli fill her mouth with ice.
Like a pro, she anchored the cubes down the side of my pipe with her tongue.
The instant I blacked out the Christmas lights over my head, images of Essen getting finger fucked played in my mind.
Mouth open, head back, I moaned at the ceiling like a wolf speaking to the moon.
“You suckin’ that shit like a pro,” I mumbled. “There you go. Take this big muthafucka down your throat.” My dick twitched against the back of Melli’s throat when I envisioned my little helper swiped her long tongue over one of her nipples.
“Work the head like that. Fuck. I’m about to nut, Essen!”
The name slipped from my lips just as my nut leaked down my shaft. Heavy breathing controlled my chest, making it hard to respond to Melli’s warped appearance.
“Loso!” Melli slapped my thigh. “Are you fucking serious? You really in here hollering the next bitch’s name?”
“Stop yelling, and calm yo’ ass down. Why are you flexing? You admitted you brought me here to see Essen, and now you’re mad because of my reaction?”
She sat back on her knees and pouted. “I don’t know why you’re flipping this around on me. This was supposed to be my Christmas gift to you. You’re making it about a bitch you could never have.” She shook her head. “Wait until I tell my bitches about this shit.”
I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against her. “You’re in your feelings, and I respect that, but don’t get beside yourself. You open your mouth about anything that happened here tonight, and your family will celebrate your life along with the holiday.”