Page 1 of Anything Necessary for Her
LAS VEGAS, NV . . .
Kaileyand I danced and sang along to “Up” by Cardi B, word for word, in the live ass Canopyclub. It was packed tonight, and even though I was against coming to Las Vegas for the birthday of some nigga named Denny that Kailey had been fucking with, I was so happy she convinced me to bring my ass.
It felt good to go out, drink, and not have to think about my family—namely my brothers—infringing on every damn thing.
Back in Los Angeles, niggas wouldn’t even try to get at me, nor any of the girls in my crew, all because of my brothers, and the shit was annoying, embarrassing, and a turn off on the man’s part.
At the end of the day, I didn’t want a nigga who would be scared to approach me because of my brothers, but at the sametime, a woman needed some type of attention that wasn’t just bucked eyes, stares, and shy smiles hoping I made the first move ’cause they were pussy.
Though I was here in another element, I, of course, had detail, which my father demanded I have at all times. Thankfully, I rarely, if ever, saw Reggie, so it was sort of out of sight, out of mind.
“Shit! I gotta pee!” I shouted to Kailey as we swayed slowly to the next song that came on. I hadn’t heard it before, but I was also in the fast lane toward being drunk as fuck too.
“Need some help?” Denny’s homeboy Osiris came behind me, cheesing all hard.
“I don’t.” I peeled his hands from my waist, rolling my eyes at his childish flirtation.
“Be nice!” Kailey shouted through a grin just as Denny started to move her against his dick to the music.
“Yeah,be nice, Banks.” Osiris spoke against my ear, his hot breath making me even hotter than I already was. “Ugh!” He grunted as I turned swiftly and kneed him in the balls just as smoothly.
“That’s the last time I’m gonna tell you to keep your hands and hot ass breath to yourself.” I stepped around him as he bent over in agony, listening to Kailey holler in laughter as Denny attempted to tamper down his own laughter while checking on his groaning and moaning friend.
I moved through the packed club, as Problem now rapped over the whole venue, shaking my head.
One thing I hated was when people touched me without permission, and Osiris had been doing the shit all night. It started with his hand resting on my knee in the limo, to which I explained to his ass nicer than I should’ve to remove the shit and that I didn’t like to be touched without consent. However, hedidn’t listen, and therefore, I didn’t feel bad about sending my knee up into his shrimp dick.
Osiris reminded me of the older niggas I used to like back when I was too damn young for them to even be looking my way. Being around him brought me back to when my older brother Asif would tell me that older niggas who weren’t worth my time would try to get in good with me while I was too young and naive to realize it. Boy was that true. And had I not had such overbearing brothers back in those days, I might’ve gotten played left and right because I truly thought I was mature and doing something. I shook my head at my former self and how far I’d come.
Kailey had better been glad that I loved her and owed her many times from all the favors she’d done me, or I wouldn’t have even been here. Just when I was starting to have some fun, Osiris had to ruin it. Now, I didn’t even feel comfortable continuing the night.
I relieved myself in the luxurious bathroom, then went to wash my hands. As I dried them off on the thick paper towel, nodding my head in approval at the quality, my phone buzzed. I saw it was Kailey.
Bff: Sorry, baby. I told Denny I was ready to go.
Me: Go. I will catch an Uber back to the room.
Bff: I’m not leaving you!
Me: I will be fine. I have protection.
I sent this even though I had slipped past Reggie so I was sure he didn’t even know where I was.
Bff: Turn your location on first.
Me: Done. Use a condom!
She reacted to my message making me chuckle. As I put my phone back into my mini classic Chanel bag, I grabbed my Fenty melon gloss.
“I’ve been watching you all night.” A random voice pulled my head up from my gloss that I’d been attempting to twist the cap off of.
My words got caught in my throat because I didn’t know how to approach the situation. The tall black man was sneering slightly, and it was obvious he didn’t have good intentions, because he was in the women’s bathroom, for one, and had secured the lock on the door.
He was over six feet, brown skinned, and looked like he wasn’t hurting for money judging by the blinding jewelry on his neck, wrists, and fingers, plus his Richard Mille watch fastened around his tattooed wrist. I could see the remnants of the cocaine he’d probably been snorting up in VIP on his nostrils.
Realizing talking wasn’t going to help the situation, I quickly put my gloss up and started for the door, waiting for the man to make his move, and, like clockwork, he grabbed my arm as soon as I attempted to bypass him.
Like I’d done Osiris, I kneed him in the nuts as well, but I couldn’t do it as roughly since it was clear this guy was expecting it. A fight ensued, with me throwing the first punch to his face, and I watched the realization bleed into his expression in real time, as he recognized I wasn’t just some damsel in distress he could easily overpower. It was clear he assaulted women frequently and in settings such as this one.
