ONE | BLAINE #2
“Oh, you’re welcome baby. What you up to?” My mom asked.
“I’m in the mall shopping with Fallen and Kourtney.” I replied.
“Put me on speaker.” My daddy spoke up.
“It’s mom and dad.” I spoke as I pushed the phone on the counter in speaker. “Hey Fallen and Kourtney.” My daddy spoke followed by my mom.
“Hey!” both Kourtney and Fallen sang.
“Don’t y’all have my baby out there doing crazy shit!
Don’t take no damn drinks from no niggas, don’t drink shit that didn’t come from the bartender, but watch his ass too, don’t leave that damn club without each other, and if you feel weird about somebody then take a picture of, they ass and send it to me. ” My daddy fired off orders.
I laughed at his antics since he’d been giving us the same speech since all three of us moved to Atlanta a few years ago.
“We know daddy.” Fallen laughed.
“I don’t give a damn what you know, just make sure you do what I’m telling you.” He spat.
“I know. Yes sir.” Fallen replied instantly.
“I can’t hear you, Blaine.” He spat calling me out.
“I’ll make sure to follow the rules daddy.” I agreed.
“And Kourtney?” my mom asked.
“Yes ma’am.” Kourtney asked.
“You follow the rules too, okay?” she asked.
“That’s right, it’s some sick motherfuckas in this world and y’all too pretty for the world to lose you.” My daddy said.
“I will.” Kourtney dramatic ass said fanning his face.
“Y’all still coming up for Labor Day?” my daddy asked.
“Yup, we coming.” I spoke up.
“Good, we miss y’all.” My daddy said and I could feel his smile through the phone. “You miss us enough to cook on the grill?” I asked.
“Yeah, I think I can make that happen, what you think baby?” he asked my mom.
“Baby” Fallen mouthed over to me as I raised my eyes wide at her.
My parents divorced when I was ten, but that didn’t stop the two of them from still having sex and spending way too much time together.
“Nigga don’t try that baby shit with me. I ain’t yo wife!” my mom quipped.
“You think I don’t know you ain’t her?” he huffed.
“Hmm, whatever. Anyway, I love you girls and I’ll see you all Labor Day weekend. Kourtney you know you are more than welcome to come too.” My mom offered.
“I can’t I’m going to Vegas with my boyfriend that weekend.” Kourtney replied.
I rolled my eyes at the mention of the down low motherfucka that Kourtney insisted on calling his “boyfriend”. In my opinion, he didn’t care enough about my friend, he was just using him to fuck in private, knowing good and damn well, he was never going to be with him publicly.
“Okay, well if you change your plans then come on.” My mom replied.
“Yes ma’am.” He told her.
“Alright, have a great birthday baby.”
“I will, thank you, love you guys.” I said before hanging up the phone.
“Aight, here you hoes go, I pulled these outfits earlier.” Kourtney handed us several hangers at a time to go try on.
“Kourtney, you should come out with me tonight.” I spoke through the dressing room door as I tried on the first outfit.
“Hoe, you know good and well Mal ain’t gon’ be down for me partying in no strip club.” He replied instantly.
“He needs to stop being so controlling.” Fallen chimed in.
“I know you ain’t talking when Sam is the damn captain of the fun police. Why does your girlfriend want you to go party at a strip club? Especially the one y’all used to work in together. That ain’t weird to you?” Kourtney asked.
“It’s her job to manage the club, it’s not weird. “It’ll be fun, and dozens of men will be there for you Blaine, and it’ll be good for you to get out of the house.” She replied.
“Well, since you’re making me go then I’m getting fucked up, I’m talking white girl wasted.” I crossed my arms defiantly.
We were both out of the dressing rooms and staring at the mirror while we spoke and looked over the outfits.
“I don’t care, long as you’re out with people, living life.” She said with a smile. “Now, I don’t like that outfit, so let’s go find something cute for you to wear!” she giggled clapping her hands together.
“Now you know I usually don’t agree with Fallen, but she’s right, you gotta get out of that house and get you some dick.” Kourtney laughed.
“I’m not having sex with anybody.” I blew them off as I looked at myself from different angles in the mirror.
“I mean not tonight, but meet somebody and exchange numbers, it’s time.” Fallen told me.
“Fuck what she talking bout, put that pussy on a nigga tonight, hoe. Ain’t no time like the present.” Kourtney told me smacking my ass before he walked away.
***
When Fallen first told me she was a lesbian, I couldn’t believe it.
Hell, sometimes I still couldn’t, but between the two of us, I was more of the tomboy.
I cringed going in and out of the stores, trying on dress after dress before finally settling on a gold shimmer dress that complimented my curvy body perfectly.
The side effect of depression helped me shed a few pounds and because of that I’d gone from a filled-out size fourteen to a perfect size nine.
The only thing left to do after finding the perfect outfit was to hit the nail salon where Fallen treated me to a manicure, pedicure, eyebrow wax and my very first bikini wax.
“How do you get that shit done all the time?” I frowned as we walked out.
“Why are you walking like that?” She giggled.
“Cause the shit feel weird. It ain’t fucking funny.”
“I’m sorry. It won’t feel that bad next time.” She insisted still laughing.
“Next time? Bitch, please. You walking round here with a pussy of steel, my pom pom too sensitive for that shit.” I shook my head no.
“If that’s what it takes to put a smile on your face then, this what we doing.” She said bumping me playfully as we headed to her car.
“I know you’re sleeping right now, but I want you to know I love you. You came into my life when a nigga was fucked up. I ain’t got shit, but you rock with me and a nigga appreciate that shit. I promise I’ma give you the world baby, don’t give up on me. I love you always.”
“What are you doing?” Fallen asked scaring me.
I was sitting on my bed with my phone pressed to my ear listening to the last voicemail Tremaine left me. I looked up at Fallen through watery eyes.
“Blaine, you gotta let him go. I know it hurts to think about him, but he’s not coming back, it’s not healthy to keep on like this.” She told me as she hugged me.
I nodded my head and blotted my eyes to stop myself from crying. I took a deep breath and got myself together so I could celebrate my birthday with my sister.
***
Walking into the expensively decorated strip club, the loud music vibrated my chest violently as we walked in. My eyes roamed over the multiple stages with women dancing in various stages of undress.
“Hey Fantasy!” random girls called out my sister’s stage name as we walked past.
“Look at you, Ms. Popularity.” I joked bumping Fallen playfully.
“Girl, you can take the girl out the strip club, but bitches will never forget yo ass used to pop pussy just like that.” She joked as we approached the bar.
“Hey boo.” A short pretty girl wearing a tan triangle shaped string bikini top with a matching thong spoke from behind the bar.
“Hey, can we get a bottle of Pineapple C?roc in VIP?” my sister asked.
“Of course, your booth should already have a bottle of Patron, but I’ll have your order sent up for you Fantasy.” She grinned seductively at Fallen.
“Hm, what was that about?”
“Not a damn thing.” Fallen waved me off.
Fallen shook her head and led me away from the bar and up the stairs. The bouncer standing behind the black, velvet rope let us through seeing the black wristband on our wrists. We sat down in a small half circular booth and watched the stage that held most of our attention.
“Aye! Everybody show some love to my niggas Jamar and Kyrie! Ladies, don’t y’all go easy on Kyrie either, it’s a real nigga birthday!” The DJ yelled into the microphone.
“Happy birthday again.” Sam smiled stepping over to our table with a giant martini glass in her hand.
“Preciate it.” I nodded taking the drink from her.
“Y’all good? Want some dances?” Sam asked looking at Fallen.
It was weird sitting back listening to Sam offer to pay for lap dances for me and Fallen when she was only gon’ act a whole fool when she saw her enjoying it.
“Nah, I’m cool.” I shook my head rising from my seat.
“Where are you going?” Fallen asked attempting to follow me.
“Nowhere just over here to the balcony.” I told her.
Sam’s big head cut off the eye contact we held, and I turned my head to watch the people down below as they partied.
Seconds later all the strippers that were once dancing around asking for lap dances all scurried over to the section be side us where money was raining from the sky.
It was probably some cocky ass nigga spending money he couldn’t afford just to take a stripper home for a few minutes of mediocre sex.
I went back to the booth where my sister and Sam sat in and poured another drink before tossing it back quickly.
I danced my way to the bathroom, not paying the party in the section beside me any attention.
When I came out of the bathroom the vibration of my phone requested my attention, but when I looked down, I realized it was letting me know it was dead.
“Shit!” I hissed after it dropped to the floor.
I bent down to grab it and bumped into someone beside me when I came up. “Damn yo!” The sexy stranger yelled as his drink splashed against his shirt. “Sorry.” I giggled tucking my phone back in my bra.
“Shit ain’t fucking funny, you just ruined my ga damn shirt.” He barked angrily. “Fuck yo uglass shirt!” I smacked looking him up and down.