Page 40 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
Back, forth. Pussy tap.
“A shiesty, huh?”he mouthed.
I placed my finger to my lips before I pointed toward my pussy. I got on all fours, crawling toward him.
Head in his lap.
I swiveled my face all in his lap as I came up snake-like close to his lips. The way he gazed at me, I knew he liked this shit, and now that I knew I had him, it was time to turn this shit up a notch. I stood turning his chair so he could no longer look at Harvey. I walked over to the DJ and gave him the cue to change the song. He scratched and mixed as he went into the next song. I could see Foe grin. All that did was hype me up more.
Step skip, step skip, bounce.
Step skip, step skip, bounce.
I ran up to the pole, grabbed it, swung my body forward, spreading my legs wide, then clinking my stilettos together.
A very handsome younger guy was now standing next to Harvey, tossing money on the stage. While the older lady was on the other side, throwing her hands up. “Fuck it up!”
I swung my body around, landing in a split. Booty bounce. Left cheek, right cheek. While on all fours, I rocked forward then scooted back.
Rock forward, scoot back.
Rock forward, scoot back.
Rock forward, scoot back.
When I reached Foe, I lifted my legs until they were around his waist. I used my hands to push my upper body up. I raised my hips and slammed my pelvis on his lap and allowed myself to shake free in his face. That’s when more money floated in the air and came down on us. I was so focused on dancing; I didn’tnotice that Harvey had walked on stage. When I glanced back, she slid a blunt in between his lips. He glanced up at her.
I love you.He mouthed to her.
Love.That was a word I knew nothing about, but it was clear they were in deeper than I thought.Love.I thought I had that with Scooter, but what he and I had wasn’t love. I got up from his lap and strutted over toward the pole. I spun to see him grip her hip, sitting her on his lap. He pulled at the blunt as he watched me behind the smoke.
Harvey grinned.Keep dancing.She mouthed.
The fuck?She nodded. She paid me well, so although I wanted to push her ass off his lap, I continued. When I moved closer to them, Harvey got a good grip of my ass as she bit down on her bottom lip. “Good girl,” I heard her say.
Foe nodded with approval. I didn’t know if I was turned on or freaked out. I wiggled my thighs, letting my ass become the star of the show when I spotted Scooter walking into the club. He glanced at the stage, but his eyes were focused on someone else, and that was Mison.
MONFUA
Sukalati wanted me to come to this party, and I had declined the offer more than once. Why did I need to be at the party of someone with whom I didn’t get along? Then I got the text from Chevy. I knew if he was asking me to come, it was important.
When I arrived, I was surprised to see a full house solely for a birthday party. With everyone out tonight, it showed me that Foe had people who cared about him. I couldn’t even step in the door all the way before Sukalati came, wrapping her arms around me. The shit felt good. From the moment she chose me until now.
She stood in front of me as the stripper was on stage, giving Foe a show of a lifetime. Sukalati stood in front of me with her arms around my neck. “I missed you. I’m happy you’re here.”
I leaned forward to kiss her lips. “I missed you too. Can a nigga get a drink in this bitch,” I laughed.
She pointed to the bar as a grin eased on her face. “I mean, you’re the bartender.”
I nodded. I hopped over the bar while the bartenders stared at me like I was crazy. “You can’t be back here.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want. It’s Zoo nigga!” I shouted.
Before any of them could say anything, I saw Chevy approach the bar with his wife. “Oh, so now you're Monfua the biker mixologist.”
“Yeah, and you're the plant king, asshole.”
“As long as you know,” he said as he moved Zaria in front of him. “My wife wants a drink, give her your best.”
