26. Sol
Sol
“ I need you to be nice to these hoes tonight.” Fatz picked up a party wing and cleared the meat off the bone in seconds.
“Nigga scoot the fuck over.” I gritted.
The smell of Buffalo wings and ranch was getting on my nerves. The sound of Fatz smacking down on them made it worse.
“I don’t pay these hoes enough attention to even be mean to them.” I shrugged as I eyed the strippers across from our section.
I chuckled inwardly as I read one of their lips. They couldn’t wait to get over here and get their bills paid. Especially with Fatz in the building. He was just getting warmed up for the night. I didn’t care for the club scene and everything that came with it.
Tonight, I gave in for my brother since it was his birthday. He had half of the Eastside out tonight. I pinched the bridge of my nose just as he leaned back in close again and talked loud as hell in my ear.
“You probably not mean to them. That’s what they say though, it practically scares them the fuck away.”
“That ain’t my problem.” I spat.
“It’s my birthday tonight nigga!” Fatz yelled then looked at me with pleading eyes.
“That’s why we here, nigga. You got the help here.” I nodded my head toward a couple of niggas that ran certain trap houses.
“A couple of lieutenants in this bitch. The hoes over there plotting ready to get all of this money. Nigga you good, be happy, eat them fuckin’ wings and relax yourself. Stop worrying about what hoes gone think. Trust, you pay what you weigh nigga. I ain’t stopping no motion for you.” I chuckled.
“Yeah, alright.” He smirked.
Fatz tossed the bone of his party wing on top of the big platter.
That was a clear message to all the other niggas in our section to not dare touch any of his damn wings.
Soon as we got here, he ordered fifty wings and fries then told the waitress to keep bringing them out every thirty minutes because he wanted them fresh and hot.
“I’M BOUT TO GET LOOSE IN THIS BITCH!” He yelled over the music.
All the niggas in our section cheered him on.
I sat back, spread my legs, and just smiled at my brother.
I wanted him happy like this all the time, although this was just temporary happiness.
Fatz started back taking medicine for his severe depression.
He wanted to stop because most of the time it either stabilized him or made him feel tired as hell.
He found a therapist; I could tell how he talked about her all the time he was feeling her.
I wanted what was best for Fatz. I put certain niggas in place so that Fatz could get his mind right and not worry too much about what was going on in the streets. The money was flowing, shit was good. I planned on sticking to the script by getting out of this shit sooner than later.
The bass of the music hit my chest like a defibrillator. Women with glitter all over their bodies brought more bottles to the section. Fatz was already acting a damn fool. He stood up and removed his shirt with a bottle of Hennessey in his hands.
“Flood this bitch out with the baddest hoes! I want ass and titties showing all night.” He bounced up and down on his tippy toes, making his belly jump.
I sat up and rolled me a fat Backwood blunt, by the time I had that bitch lit, strippers entered our section with money-hungry eyes.
I got ass cheeks on my white tee! All these hoes keep grindin’ on me. Coming in the club every night of the week. Keep a nigga poppin’ them crispy white tees!
The bass to the song dropped and a tall brown skinned stripper with stretch marks on her thighs stood in front of me.
She cupped her titties and jiggled them in front of me.
Seductively, she turned around and bent over twerking to the beat.
She was fine as hell, and she smelled like she cared about her hygiene.
I picked up a stack and tossed it up in the air making it rain all over her.
I looked around her to see what Fatz was doing.
I damn near choked on my own smoke as I watched him dance in the middle of the club like he got released from a ten-year bid.
Shirtless, his big belly hung; he made it bounce with the beat.
Nigga had a whole chicken wing in one hand and the bottle of Hennessy in the other.
Somehow, he managed to slap a stripper’s ass with enough force to make her knees buckle.
I picked up another band of money and stood up moving around the stripper that still danced in front of me.
Two Eastie niggas followed behind me as I maneuvered through a sea of people to get to Fatz. I popped the rubber band from around the wad of money and threw half of it up in the air. The strippers’ eyes grew big; all that money was all the motivation that they needed to shake that shit harder.
Fresh from the spot got a brand new pack! Fresh from the trap got a brand new sack! White tees on deck, just pop the tag! No way shit could happen twice. Caught me a chick looking oh so nice. Started out with one dance, ended up with ten!
“Let these hoes know, Fatz!” I yelled over the music laughing.
He turned around, eyes red and wide like he was living his best life.
Shit made my heart swell with pride as he held up the chicken wing in the air and yelled.
A stripper got in front of me, and I moved her out the way quickly.
Fatz started doing the belly roll as he shook his head from side to side in a zone.
His stomach looked like it was doing the wave.
Sweat poured down his forehead and chubby cheeks as his thick gold chain swung side to side.
A woman half his size struggled to keep up with his movement.
This nigga picked up his belly and flopped it down on her ass.
I lost my composure and doubled over laughing.
Fatz dropped down low and it felt like the club went quiet for a half a second.
I was concerned for his kneecaps, it showed on his face that he knew he took a great risk on his damn knees.
My blunt fell out of my mouth as my bottom lip dropped to the floor.
“I still got it bitches!” He smiled as he stuck his tongue out like a damn city girl.
“Fatz, you gotta chill nigga.” I wheezed out.
The chicken wing was gone, I damn near cried. My stomach was cramping up from laughing so damn hard.
“That’s your brother, sexy?” A stripper pressed her breasts against the side of my arm.
I simply nodded my head with a smirk on my face. I threw the rest of the money and made my way back to our section to make myself a damn drink. Minutes later, Fatz stumbled over to our section and collapsed next to me. His shirt was now tied around his head like a headband.
“One of them hoes had the nerve to ask me if I was fuckin’ pregnant.” Fatz exploded with laughter as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Bitch said my stomach looked like I was in my third trimester,” he added, snatching up a bottle of D’usse.
“That’s a disrespectful bitch.” I managed to say between laughs.
“She still gave me her number; I can tell she eat ass. I told her, I like my women built just like her with baby teeth so they don’t bite my dick when they deep throating it.” Fatz held his belly and laughed.
“Why the fuck you say that?” I chuckled.
“Shiddd, I don’t know nigga. It sounded poetic as fuck and she liked that shit.” He smiled.
I stared at Fatz and just shook my head. We sat there enjoying the moment as two more strippers stepped in front of us, making it clap. Fatz stopped one of them and had her pass him a wing.
“Happy birthday, nigga.” I passed him the rest of the blunt.
I sparked up a new blunt and leaned back to catch a vibe.
An hour into being in the strip club, I made Fatz drink two bottles of water.
The bottle of D’usse he had was half gone.
He bopped toward the DJ and had him play ‘Return Of The Mack’.
Fatz owned this club tonight, and I made a mental note to talk to the owner to see if he was looking into selling the place.
If not, I would just have a couple built from ground up.
Besides being in the streets heavy, I wanted to start making investments for my exit out.
I already invested into a couple laundry mats, I had about four dry cleaners and was looking into getting a couple of restaurants as well.
I wanted to create nine to five businesses that would keep a steady revenue to clean my money up.
I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about clean money and generational wealth.
“Fatz is on one tonight.” A nigga by the name of Dro chuckled and pointed to him.
Fatz was back in the middle of the dance floor, slow grinding with a girl that looked like she was falling in love with him by the second. She rubbed on his belly and rotated her hips. I scanned the club and suddenly everything slowed the fuck down.
Yeremy walked past security; it was like the room bent in her direction.
She stepped in this bitch like sin dipped in honey.
Her hair was slicked back in a long braid that kissed the top of her round ass.
Her cream-colored dress was tight, hugging her curvaceous thick body.
Yeremy’s caramel complexion had a glow to it.
I barely noticed the chick that was with her until she followed behind Yeremy.
My chest tightened, dick stiffened, it felt like I had got sucker-punched in the heart.
Damn. Was all I could think in my head over and over.
I fucking missed her sexy thick ass. I needed to play shit cool but the urge to get up and go after her had started to ride me hard. Where the fuck you been?
I watched her, ignoring the stripper in front of me.
Fatz was still on the dance floor, now he had strippers picking up the chicken bones off the floor.
They kept coming back to our section to bring him more.
Yeremy had only been in this bitch for about ten minutes now, and I watched her every step.
My jaw tightened each time she smiled at another lame nigga. I watched the way niggas looked at her.
They was thirsty as fuck and hungry for her.
I blew out a cloud of smoke, the stripper next to me failed miserably to get my attention.
I finally looked at her; not wanting to fuck her money up for the night, I picked up a wad of hundreds and stuffed them in the front of her thong.
She blushed hard when my hand grazed her bald moist pussy.
Yeremy was all I saw. She laughed, tossed her head back like she didn’t know the power she held.
Finally, I saw her tell her friend something, she rose from her section and made her way toward the back of the club.
My pulse kicked up; I watched her pull at the hem of her dress with each hurried step she took.
I crushed the end of my blunt against the table then got up.
Adjusting my chain, I made my way through the club toward her direction.
I waited outside the restroom door with wild thoughts running through my head.
I could have sworn that I smelled her sweet perfume lingering in the hall way.
I ain’t never chased a female or wanted a female to want me just as bad as I wanted them.
This shit with Yeremy was out of my control. Since the first taste of her, I couldn’t stop myself from craving her. Right now, I wanted to see if two months apart made her forget how to breathe when she looked at me. Fuck it, I’m going in!