Page 12 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“You do know that’s part of her job, right? The fuck we ’pose to do? Close our eyes and still throw our money?” I glowered at his ass. He sounded real dumb right now.
“I’on care how you do it, but I bet not catch you looking, nigga.” I waved his ass off. This was a strip club, and he was asking me to do the impossible. I paid his ass no attention and continued to vibe and chop it up with my brothers. A few minutes later, ol’ girl emerged into the section, and she hadcompany. The girl that she had with her was gorgeous as hell. I mean no disrespect, but this had to be the baddest bitch I’d seen in a minute. Ol’ girl that my brother was tryna bag was fine too, but this girl was fucking beautiful. She seemed to have this innocence about her, and that had me stuck.
“Damn, nigga. Close your mouth,” Memphis joked, causing a laugh from Jersey and our guests.
“Fuck you.”
“Who’s your friend, shawty?” Jersey asked, staring a hole in Passion.
“This is Ecstasy. She’s new, so y’all be nice.”
“We appreciate the underdog, so she’s good up here,” Jersey informed.
“What y’all drinking?” I asked, finally finding my damn voice.
“Remy,” Passion and Jersey answered at the same time.
“Looks like y’all good then.” My brother already ordered a bottle before they got up here. This nigga was really going all out because one thing about Jersey, that nigga did not break bread on these hoes.
“Uhh, Ecstasy, you can chill over here,” I stated, causing both of my brothers to look in my direction.
“Fuck y’all looking at? She came to dance, right?”
“Yeah, she did, but you’re making special requests and shit,” Memphis clowned. “Let me go find a private dancer since it seems like that’s what y’all niggas on.” He got up to leave, and Jersey stopped his ass.
“Aight, watch Nisha fuck your ass up.”
“Nisha ain’t gone do shit.” He walked off with all the confidence in the world, but he knew his baby mama was batshit crazy.
Turning my attention back to Ecstasy, I noticed she seemed a lil’ shy.
“You straight?” I asked her as I sealed the blunt I was rolling.
“Uhh, yeah. I don’t get called to VIP, so I’m not sure what I need to be doing,” she explained.
“Do what you would do if you were downstairs. Ain’t no different being up here. Only thing is you don’t have a bunch of niggas breathing down your neck and groping all on you and shit. You Swizz?” I asked, taking a pull from the blunt.
“Yeah.”
“Here. It’ll help you loosen up.” I handed her the blunt and watched as she wrapped her lips around it. I sat back and cleared my throat because that simple gesture had me ready to replace that blunt with my dick, but I could tell she wasn’t that type of female. She passed it back and started gyrating in her seat to the song that was flowing through the speakers. I sat back and admired what she was doing and wanted to see more.
“Aye, stand up and do that shit,” I commanded, and she followed suit. I took another pull from the blunt and enjoyed the show.
I sat back and got comfortable as I watched Ecstasy follow Waka’s instructions and make her ass clap. Shit was a sight to see. When she turned around and made eye contact with me, I was ready to hand over all my fucking money. This girl didn’t know how sexy her ass was. Her tatted bronze skin was glistening under the club lights. She had her hair in one of those high ass ponytails. Those heels she had on had her standing like a stallion, but she couldn’t be no more than five feet five. She was mesmerizing. I was over here feeling like T-Pain because I definitely could see myself falling in love with her ass.
“You good, bruh?” Memphis asked. I hadn’t even noticed that nigga was back. He even had his own private dancer, like he stated.
“You worrying about the wrong thing. You got bigger problems, and they just came through the door.” I smirked andpointed toward the VIP entrance to show that nigga his baby mama, Nisha, was walking in his direction.
“Oh, shit,” Jersey sniggered.
“Memphis, I see you like testing me!” She was storming toward where that nigga was sitting. He was in the middle of getting a damn lap dance, so I knew she was about to act the fuck up.
“Watch out, shawty. Let me handle this right quick. Nisha, the fuck wrong with your silly ass now?”
“You, nigga! Up here acting like you don’t have a family at home. Got some random hoe shaking her funky ass pussy all in your face!” she shouted.
“Let me get my money so I can go. I’on do drama,” the other stripper in attendance spoke up. She started collecting the money Memphis had rained on her, and Nisha started snatching that shit up. She definitely was looking to get her ass beat. Everyone knew that a stripper didn’t play about their bread, and here she was testing that theory.
