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“I just wanted to see who was up there.” She lied quick as hell. My phone began ringing, and I couldn’t do shit but shake my head. “Who is that?” I showed her the screen before silencing it and putting it in my purse.

“Damn, this nigga can’t even sleep without me.” The only reason I was annoyed was because I had gotten caught.

“I thought you had that good pussy. That nigga woke up in three minutes and twenty two seconds.”

“I do. That’s why he woke looking for it. Move up.” We continued to ease up in the line until we were finally inside. Forgetting about Peanut and my money problems, I danced my way over to the bar. The club was lit and this was exactly what I needed.

“What yall drinking?”

“Two shots of Don, and two lemon drops.” The bartender walked off while me and Taffy peeped out the scene. Before we could get our drinks, two dusties walked over.

“Yall too pretty to be paying for yall own drinks. What’s your name?” One of them asked me.

“Don Julio.” He looked at me and laughed.

“Well, Don. I’m Tuck. You wanna go somewhere we can talk?” I turned my face up before going off.

“Damn, at least you could have pretended you was going to buy the drinks. Slow ass think I’m about to let him scream in my ear all night. Go keep sipping your drink you done had since the club opened. I’m straight.” I could tell I pissed him off, but the look I gave him made him concede. Him and his friend walked to the other end of the bar trying to give that rap to the next bitch.

“Bubbles, you are hell. You could have let that man buy our shit. We low on money.”

“Yeah, but I’m also low on iron. Nigga slip something in our cup I’ll fuck around and be out for days.”

“What do iron gotta do with a roofie?”

“My body weak, I can’t fight it off.” We laughed and paid the bartender. Grabbing our drinks, I looked around again. It was too crowded in this bitch, and these heels was killing me. Seeing an open section, I headed that way. Moving the ropes, I walked in and Taf was right on my heels.

“Girl, we ain’t paid for this shit.” Her ass was questioning me, but she sat down right with me.

“They don’t know that. As long as somebody don’t come pay for a section, we good.” Clinking our glasses together, we swallowed our shots. Standing up, I bent over the couch throwing my ass. This was exactly what I was talking about. Even though we were broke, it didn’t feel like it in this moment. If I was in the house, that’s all I would have been thinking about. Taffy grabbed the waitress and ordered us another lemon drop. We were turnt up having a time, and all it cost us was a hundred dollars and ten ass bounces on Peanut. Taf was slapping me on my ass, hyping me up, when she suddenly stopped. “What’s wrong with you?” I was hoping Peanut hadn’t found us.

“That nigga over there staring a hole in your ass. You know him?” Sitting down, I tried to play it off and looked to where she was staring.

“How you know he looking at me? It could be you he stalking.” I noticed it was two guys sitting in a section across from us. Both of them were fine, I think. I was fucked up and on tomorrow his ass could look like Rafiki. She was right though; dude was staring at me like I owed him money.

“Bubbles, I think we need to get up out of here.”

“Why?” I asked the question, but I was low key thinking the same thing.

“What if he somebody we robbed or set up before?” The way my pussy jumped when he licked his lips, I disregarded that idea.

“I don’t know. I think I would remember his fine ass. Gahh damn that man could get it!” Realizing I was eye fucking this man, I turned my head.

“Oh, naw we straight. I know the nigga he with. I’m sure we ain’t fucked with them.” I turned my head to look in their section, but I didn’t recognize the friend.

“Who is he?”

“That’s Key.” She said that shit like I was supposed to know him, but he didn’t look familiar.

“Well, you need to let him unlock your shit tonight. Plan your dick appointments ahead, you won’t wake up with some dusty nigga.” I thought it was a good idea because dude was fine, but she shut that shit down quick.

“No ma’am. That nigga some type of hood geek.” I shrugged my shoulders as I took another sip of my drink.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I heard this bitch he was fucking pissed him off, and he put her credit score at zero. Mine a 605, I already don’t have enough points. Fuck that.” We both fell out laughing. Feeling him still watching me, my eyes made their way back to their section. We were probably about the same complexion, or maybe he was a tad bit darker than me. I couldn’t tell, but that shit didn’t matter to me no way. It was his thick ass body that had me salivating. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like he was about six four, and three hundred pounds. He had that real sexy thick body we loved on a nigga. His earrings, watch, and chain was dancing harder than I was. He wore a hat halfway on his head, so I couldn’t tell how his hair was. I prayed that nigga wasn’t in here hatfishing. Fuck around get home his hairline in the middle of his head. The way his shirt fit against his chest, I knew he was one of those solid three hundreds. Not sloppy, even though he had a lil stomach pudge. Seeing I was in dangerous territory, I licked the slob from my lips and turned my head.

“Damn, you two mufuckas just had a baby with yall eyes. Peanut who?” I nervously laughed, but brushed her off.