Ethan Whitmore #2
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.
“Y’all did not have to rain on our parade like that.” Ava looked up at me.
I wanted to smile in her pretty face, but I kept my shit serious.
“Did you at least enjoy the show?” She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“There’s a lot you have to learn, Amore. Fuckin’ around with me, you have rules to follow. And that shit you just did was unacceptable,” I spoke into her ear. “But it’s cool, because I got something that's gonna straighten your ass out.”
“Yeah? You wanna punish me as if you weren’t up there having fun with a handful of ass in your lap. Didn’t you just tell me a couple hours ago that you missed me?”
A smirk creased my lips because she had me by the nuts.
I wasn’t lying, though, when I said it. My hand traveled from the small of her back down to rub her ass.
I reached down a little further, cupping her mound from behind, then patted her opening with two fingers.
The expression on her face and the way she bit her lip had me wanting to fuck her right there in the club.
“I did miss you, but I see you think this is a game.”
“Aye, bruh, y’all sticking around or bouncin’?” Duke interrupted our moment.
I still had stacks to throw, but I was down to orchestrate my own personal show.
“I’ma chill for a little longer,” I told him.
Taking Ava’s hand, I led the way back upstairs.
Ace and Aja were already up there, still cussing each other out, while Julia stood in the mix giggling.
“I should’ve recorded y’all hoe asses to show pops how y’all be running around, acting like you don’t have any home training.”
Bruh was seriously mad as hell. I had always been an only child, so I didn’t know shit about the pressure of being an older sibling.
I mean, seeing Julia acting out didn’t phase me one bit.
Hell, she’s grown. What the hell was I supposed to do about it?
All the strippers were still in place, waiting for us to throw more money.
I had ducked off in the corner and took a seat with Ava in my lap.
With one hand resting on her thigh, I used my other arm to wrap around her shoulder and easily slid my hand down into the opening of her shirt and through her bra.
I was comfortable as hell with a handful of her titty.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Peaches waltz her ass over toward us. Now that I had Ava in my presence, I didn’t want to be bothered by anybody else. Hell, I was on the verge of telling her that I was ready to dip and take her back to my place.
“Would y’all like some extra company?” Peaches smirked, looking between the two of us.
“Nah, we good,” I told her.
“Are you sure?”
“What did I just say?” I mugged her.
“Wait, let her dance. I want to watch, pleaseee.” Ava poked out her lip while caressing my beard.
I love when she does that shit.
I reached over for a rack and handed it to her.
Peaches smiled and put on her best performance while Ava covered her ass with bills.
I wasn’t tripping. Shorty was enjoying herself, and I was cool with it as long as she wasn’t the one putting on a show for other muthafuckas to drool over.
Standing to her feet, Ava bounced around, twerkin’ her ass in my face while Peaches bounced her ass on Ava.
My hands had a mind of their own as I felt her up.
I even leaned forward to take a bite of her ass cheek since she was teasing me with it.
For the remainder of our time, I chilled while Ava and Peaches enjoyed themselves. I noticed Julia and Ace were close and shit. She was smiling way too hard in bruh’s face.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” I kissed the back of Ava’s neck.
“Yes.”
“Let’s ride.” I tapped her thigh.
“Aye, Julia, let’s roll out. I’ll drop you off,” I said as I walked past my sister.
“Oh…Uh, it’s okay. I have a ride.”
Ava and I both looked at her.
“Aye, she's good. I told her I’ll take her home, since I’m dropping off this thot pocket.” Ace said, pointing at Aja.
“Nigga, I got yo thot pocket.” She popped him upside his head.
The girls gave each other hugs, and said their goodbyes, while I dapped up my crew before we all headed our separate ways.