Chapter 4
“Girl, we’re about to get in this club and show our asses,” Bethany said.
She glanced at me where I sat next to her in the Uber.
“Now you see why I don’t go out in Clover.
I need to go somewhere that I can show my ass and be comfortable in church on Sunday knowing that no one saw me the night before. ”
Jojo and I chortled. “Bethany, not you wanting to sin in peace. I’m happy you asked me out and I accepted,” I admitted. “I can’t remember the last time that I had this much fun.”
Jojo wiggled in her seat on the other side of me. “Shit, from the way your ass was twerking at brunch, you needed this fun and possibly some dick. Those niggas were salivating over your thick ass.”
I laughed because her ass was right on both accounts.
The last dick that I had was two weeks before I made the move here.
My ex-boyfriend turned sneaky link gave me some goodbye dick.
We were together for two and a half years before I realized that I didn’t want forever with him.
My realization made him realize that he felt the same way.
We stayed friends and fuck buddies. It was a harmonious arrangement.
“Shit, I could use some dick. I can’t even lie about it,” I told her. “Charlotte is a good a place as any to get some.”
Bethany’s cheeks rose. “Dr. Anderson is out here on her freak shit. I love it! I know you need several breaks after dealing with those bad ass kids all week.”
I gasped and clutched my gold chains. “My babies are not bad. I lead some of the brightest minds.”
“I’m not negating that shit. Their asses are still bad like any other high school student. The difference is that your bright minds are more clever than the dumb ass kids elsewhere,” Bethany said with a turned-up lip. “Don’t think Benji doesn’t tell me about those kids at HOE.”
My soul cringed at the stupid nickname that the kids and others insisted on calling the high school. I put my finger up. “That is not what we will do. The name of my institution is Heritage of Excellence, not hoe. Put some respect on my school of excellence.”
We all laughed as we pulled up to the club’s curb.
This was my first time partying in Charlotte.
I had an active life when I lived in Augusta.
I didn’t really hang out with too many females, but I had a few lounge friends.
Those were the friends that you meet at the club or lounge, partied and drank with, then carried your ass home until the next time.
They didn’t have your number, and you didn’t have theirs.
We all checked our outfits when we got out of the Uber.
From the stares that we received from people in the line and on the curb, I knew that we were what the people needed.
Bethany led the way straight to the door.
It was clear that she frequented this club because the bouncers and door guy were extremely flirtatious. They referred to her by name.
We strolled through the club to our tables with eyes on us.
God did his big one when he created me. He was sure to put every curve, pudge, and line in the perfect place.
When I was at work, I was careful about my wardrobe.
I had curves that I knew couldn’t be hidden, but I had to make sure I didn’t accentuate them inappropriately.
These new young niggas were different from when I was younger.
When I was in high school, there were teachers that boys crushed on.
The thing was that they did it in secret and talked lowly among their friends.
These new little boys would tell a teacher to her face that she had a fat ass or they would fuck. It was a crazy time in the world.
At school, I was very reserved as I should be.
I was Dr. P’Nee Anderson. When I wasn’t at school or in the sight of students, I was a whole different kind of woman.
There was still a line that I still would never cross when it came to being respectable, but this principal had a life.
Well, I was trying to have one now since here.
When we got to the table that we reserved, we all took a seat. I was ready to get a drink and twerk this ass on someone’s grown ass son. In my eye search for a server, my eyes fell on the last person I thought I would see. “Is that Josh?”
He walked toward us like he belonged. “Good evening, ladies. Why y’all at this little ass table? Come sit in our section.” Our?
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me but once.
” Bethany jumped down from the high barstool of the table.
She took a few steps forward and tapped the shoulder of a girl who stood near our table on the dance floor.
When the girl turned around, Bethany pointed at the table.
“Hey, you ladies want our table? We are moving to a section.”
“Oh, wow! How much do you want for it?” the girl asked. When Bethany waved them off and told them they didn’t have to pay her, they almost tripped to get to the table.
On our walk across the club to the section that Josh had, I realized who ours was when my eyes locked with Bolt’s fine ass. Welp, I guess I knew whose son I might end up twerking on tonight.
“Hey, Bolt. How are you doing tonight?” I asked once I was in the section close to where he sat.
I took a small step back when he stood up. He was so tall, and I loved that. His warm breath tickled my earlobe when his lips neared it. “You smell good. What you wearing?”
Why am I so nervous? Snap out of it, P’Nee. “Um, it’s this scent called Happily Ever After by Demosea. It’s my favorite scent.”
The feeling of his nose now in my neck was all I needed to snap out of my nervousness.
If he didn’t come to play the shy game, then I would be damned if I would.
“It smells good as fuck. Happily Ever After, huh?” He pulled back and gazed into my eyes.
“That sounds like something to want with the right person.”
Oh, he’s talking big boy talk. My head tilted to the side after my arms crossed over my breasts.
“Boltin Abloy, are you flirting with me?” The sexy, mischievous smirk that he gave me told me all that I needed to know.
I shook my head and stepped closer to him.
“Bolt, you might not want to do that, because I will fuck you.”
Yeah, those eyes almost fell out of their socket.
I wasn’t the same timid, little girl that he remembered.
Between Pam and Margie Anderson, it was embedded in me that I was not just a woman, but I was that woman.
I couldn’t remember a time that I had an insecurity about who I was.
My mother intentionally instilled in me the confidence of a woman who could have it all if she really wanted it. Right now, I wanted Boltin Abloy.
We were in some sort of sexy stare off. Bolt reached out, grabbed my hand, then pulled me behind him to a seat. I moved my body to sit next to him, but he clearly had other plans when he pulled me onto his lap.
“Aye, man.” Josh broke into our moment. “You just gonna be all out with it like I’m not even here.”
I turned my body slightly to face my brother. “If you were minding your business and not in ours, then you wouldn’t notice what we had going on. Find a ho and go.”
Bolt snickered before his hand smacked my ass cheek. “Be nice to your brother, P’Nee.” He glanced at Josh. “We’re gonna be good in front of you, bro.”
Josh threw his hands up before he walked over to the other side of the section where Bethany and Jojo were.
My attention went back to Bolt when he smacked me on my ass again.
Before I could say anything, a server came over to ask if I wanted anything to drink.
After I got confirmation that it was a full bar and they could make anything, I ordered a chocolate martini.
When she tapped on her tablet and told me that it would be right up, I got excited.
“So, what’s that shit you was just talkin’? You said I couldn’t flirt with you,” he taunted. One of his hands stayed on my ass while the other rested on the top of my thigh. His hand was warm against my skin.
I turned my body into him as much as I could from my seated position. “I never said that you couldn’t flirt with me. What I said was be careful with it.” I moved my lips to his ear. “I will fuck you, Bolt. I’m not that little girl you remember. I’m grown now.”
He chuckled before he leaned forward and grabbed his beer off the table that was in front of us. He took a long sip, then looked at me. I couldn’t read him in the moment, no matter how badly I wanted to. What is he thinking? Why is he looking at me like that?
The server came over and set my drink on the table. After I tasted how amazing it was, I told her to keep them coming. This was the best chocolate martini I’d ever had.
“P’Nee, what you trying to do, for real?
” His question stopped me from taking another sip of my drink.
He must have sensed my confusion with his question.
“You trying to just fuck around or make something pop on the relationship front? I’m too nutty of a nigga to not know what is what, and you’re my best friend’s sister.
I’m not trying to fuck on you without knowing what you want, because I’m not about to fall out with my bro over a miscommunication with his sister’s pussy. ”
My nervousness pulled an involuntary giggle from me. I shifted on his lap. “This is a heavy conversation to have in a club, don’t you think?”
“Nah, what’s heavy is the dick that I plan to drop off in you if we come to an agreement of what we’re going to be doing. I want to cover this shit while we’re both sober and responsible,” he urged.
Well, I guess it was time to be an adult and handle the adult shit. “First, I want to fuck. After that, we can discuss if we will keep just fucking or let it get deeper. I don’t want to say be together and you have bad dick. That would be a travesty.”