10. Big Dick Draco #2
“Something other than the box of sex toys you surprised me with at my bridal shower?” I asked, cutting my eyes at her.
Imagine my shock and mortification when I opened a huge box that contained multiple sex toys—some of which I still couldn’t identify—lube, flavored condoms, lingerie that could have doubled as dental floss, and several other things that had my face beet red.
“I just wanted to make sure that you and Brick had options for your wedding night, but enough about that. You ready for your surprise?” she asked.
“I guess,” I said, downing the rest of my drink.
“Good to know,” she picked the mic back up and started yelling into it again. “Bring out Big Dick Draco!”
“Big Who What?” I asked with a horrified expression on my face. “Eden, you didn’t!”
She did.
She had been joking about a stripper since she found out that she would be throwing my bachelorette party, but I thought they were just jokes.
My eyes widened when the bottle girls came from the back waving their sparklers in sync.
At the tail of their line was a tall, muscular man wearing blue cowboy boots, blue chaps with a thong underneath, and no shirt.
“Noooo!” I wailed out, covering my face in shame. He sauntered right up to me in a way that I could tell was meant to be sexy, but I didn’t see it at all. When he reached me, he pulled my hands away from my face and started aggressively body rolling in front of me.
“Happy Bachelorette Party, Beautiful. Let me know if you’d like the ‘Premium Package’. Since it’s your party, I’ll give it to you free of charge!” He winked at me and I tried my best to melt into the floor.
“No, wait, please!” I tried to reason with him, but he took that as an invitation to put one foot up on the couch and start humping the air in front of my face.
I tried to at least look like I was having fun, but the smell of baby oil was overpowering my manners.
He started teasing, pulling down the string of his thong playfully before pulling his hand away.
I panicked because I did not want to see his Premium Package!
I heard something click behind me, and Draco’s eyes went wide.
“Find you something the fuck safe to do.” I jumped when I heard Brick's voice coming from over my shoulder and realized that he had a gun pointed at Draco's head. The entire room went silent as I swiveled around to see him, Kilo, Pistol, and three more huge, menacing men standing behind our sofa.
Draco backed away from me, tripping over his feet and knocking all our drinks over when he landed on his back on top of the table.
“Nigga… Drac?!” Kilo shouted in equal parts disbelief and disgust. “I went to high school with this nigga! Now you up here shaking ass in lil’ blue panties!
If you was down that bad, I could have put you on!
” he ranted as he pulled his own gun from his waistband.
“If you gon’ be out here showin’ dick for tips… you at least need to wax your asshole!”
“What?” He was met with about ten shouts as everyone whipped their head in his direction.
“Y’all niggas worried about the wrong thing! Focus on the fact that I’m about to shoot the fuck out this nigga!”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Draco hollered as he threw his hands in front of his face.
I looked on in disgust at him lying there, sprawled out with his balls dangling out of his g-string.
They had made an escape in his fall, and the secondhand embarrassment was killing me.
Kilo was also right about the waxing, and I was completely mortified.
“Hell nah, nigga! I dun seen your balls! You gotta go!” My eyes widened as Kilo pointed the gun in his direction like he was really about to shoot him. I quickly jumped to my feet with my hands up like I was being robbed.
“Wait, Kilo! Please don't! Don't do that!” I said, stepping between him and Draco. I would never recover if I had to watch that man get his head blown off all because he gave me a lap dance that I didn’t even ask for.
Brick looked at Kilo, who automatically dropped his gun and tucked it back into his waistband, then he turned back to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Draco tucking his business back in before promptly getting away from the line of fire.
“You stickin’ up for this nigga?” he asked.
I wanted to tell him to go find the chick who was all in his lap and be with her, but with the way his eyes were burning into me, all I could do was nod.
“Peep, don’t play with me,” he scolded. “Matter of fact, come here, lemme talk to you.”
“I’m good right here,” I said with an attitude, rolling my eyes as I defiantly plopped down into my seat. He leaned over the sofa and spoke directly into my ear.
“Destiny,” he said, voice lowered. “Get yo ass up and come holla at me… Or do I need to call and schedule us a flight?”
“No,” I answered, back on my feet quickly. His threatening glare didn’t match his actions as he gently pulled me down a deserted hallway.
“So, you really showin’ out tonight, huh?” I resisted the urge to squirm as he looked me over from top to bottom.
“Not as much as you, I’m sure,” I said, crossing my arms over my body. He quickly pushed them back down to my sides, making me stand on my decision to wear the outfit.