It Is What it Is

by Ivory B.

  Los’ mind snapped back to the here and now as the chick who was his very own private dancer nudged her head at the crotch of his jeans. Los shifted in his chair as she bounced her body to the music moving like a snake. Private dancer boldly rubbed her face on the outlining bulging imprint of his jeans. She opened her mouth and bobbed her head up and down in the motion of giving him brain. He could literally feel the hotness of her mouth through the thick fabric of his Balmain jeans. His mind nearly went into overdrive as he saw her reach to unzip his jeans. “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh hold up baby girl you tryna get a nigga murked. All I need you to do is bounce up and down on my pipe anything more you gon have my wife make the news,” he said holding up his hand showing his wedding band. Private dancer smiled devilishly “You sure? I can make you feel so good.” “I’m positive,” Los said handing her another Bengi to lighten the rejection. Within 10 minutes when ole girl was back up to her old tricks again and couldn’t keep her hands to herself Los pushed her away gently and slapped her on her ass signaling her to be on her way. “Redbone bit her bottom lip flashing him a sly smile. “You scared,” she teased. “Nah I’m married.” “And so what that mean? That ain’t never stopped no man,” “But I ain’t ya average man ma, I’m in a league of my own,” Los said with a smirk and a head nod. The stripper giggled before blushing hard and walking away.

  As soon as the stripper walked away Los was joined by Nice and Real. Jah was a short distance away watching three chicks putting on one hell of a show specifically for them. Jah was looking like a little boy completely mesmerized by a pornographic video for the first time. The three strippers on stage made a human snake; they were on all fours with one chick pleasuring the chick in front of her while she was getting pleasured by the chick in back of her. Their bodies moved and glided to the beat and rhythm of Twista’s Wetter song. “Look at this nigga,” Nice nudged Los. “Ayo! Stop being stingy go head and pay them ladies for they entertainment,” Nice urged Jah. “Nah that nigga can’t do that he gotta save them dolla’s so he can pay wifey for some of that good, good,” Real interjected. “Hold up what?! Come again,” Nice said. Jah turned and glared at Real for having a big mouth. While Nice and Los waited for an explanation. As soon as Jah started off with “Nah, nah, I’ma tell y’all what happened.” they all knew what Real said was true. “Keema just had a baby nah mean? So she be tired and you know the other night she was like if I was gon inconvenience her sleep she was gon inconvenience my pockets. I didn’t mind hittin her off wit a lil paper…” “Ayo stop embarrassing me,” Nice said in a serious tone cutting Jah off mid sentence with his eyebrows knitted looking at Jah as if he’d lost his mind. The entire table fell out into laughter all except Jah. “Fuck wrong wit you? Pussy whipped ass nigga,” Nice bellowed. Jah looked disgruntled as hell as everyone laughed, “Yo fuck y’all niggaz that’s grown people shit me and my wife be on, its role playin shit married people do y’all niggaz wouldn’t understand that.” Los was trying to catch his composure while he intervened on Jah’s behalf who looked salty as hell right now. “Yo on some real shit we all payin for it in one way or another.” Just then Los’ redbone, sex bunny, approached the table “Ready for me Daddy?” she asked seductively. “Nah give me a few baby girl.” She nodded obediently swaying away with all eyes at the table on her shapely figure. “Maaann Los redbone out to get you, you betta watch it,” Real warned through laughter. “Unh, unh I’ma get pissy off these fuckin bottles, go home and slaughter my wife. I have no intentions on leaving this bitch wit a 18 year payment plan ya heard.” The men at the table laughed but shook their heads in agreement.

  Everyone’s attention was turned to the man of the hour Blacka who was seated in a chair with two chicks on his lap, one on either leg. It was apparent that the women were certified freaks they were going far and beyond what the title stripper or exotic dancer entailed. When one of the strippers dropped to her knees and proceeded to unbutton his jeans everyone sitting at the table knew what was about to go down. The other chick remained sitting on his lap nibbling on his neck while letting her hands roam around his freshly out of the bing physic. The pair seemed oblivious to the other people in the VIP room as they went on freaking the mess out of birthday boy. The chick on her knees stroked the full length of his dick and her eyes bulged. Aroused and curious she unleashed the head and first few inches of his dick enveloping his head into her warm mouth while twirling her tongue around the head. Blacka sucked in air as he enjoyed a preview of what seemed to be some on point head. The stripper stopped suddenly and looked up at Blacka as if she were expecting something. “You know what it is ma, closed mouths don’t get fed,” he said in a throaty response. The stripper that was sitting on his lap slid off and picked up where the other left off. Soon after both were taking turns, literally changing faces. Suddenly the strippers got up and began to lead him to one of the private rooms that were in the rare of the VIP section. “Yolo nigga that’s the motto,” Jah called after Blacka. “You only live once son just make sure you strap up, fuck that double strap kid,” Nice chanted then the table burst out into laughter as Blacka looked over his shoulder with a sheepish grin and nodded his head. “This nigga wild, he bout to get it jumped off with two jumpoffs man these bitches gotta be on them mollies they lit,” Jah commented. Carlos peeped that the rooms for the private dances were like revolving doors, since the moment he had sat down he saw several dancers and VIP customers coming in and out of the rooms.

  “Y’all a’ight in here?” Big Mike asked as he entered their VIP section, “Yeah we good nigga but let me ask you something, what type of business is you running here? Is this a strip joint or a bunny ranch?” Los asked. The table burst into laughter as Mike sat down. “Ayo Los let me tell you something mah G. I ain’t ever been the type to stop another nigga from eaten. I run a legit business here, all I do is provide a safe, nice, establishment for these chicks to take they clothes off in. However else they gettin it has nothing to do with me. I turn a blind eye cause no matter what these bitches gon get it how they live whether it’s here or somewhere else, it is what it is, nah mean? As long as I’m making money from the door, bar and getting my cut from these chicks poppin pussy in here I don’t care what they do on the side to make that extra paper.” “Yeah I feel you,” Los concluded “I got the waitresses about to send y’all dudes up some baskets of wings and fries that’s on the house, let me know if y’all need anything else. Man y’all got niggaz mad as hell downstairs all the dancers running up here waiting at the VIP section door straight thirsten. Don’t worry though I been keepin them at bay.” Los chuckled as he saw private dancer on her way back over to the table. He shook his head thinking damn if they were all like baby girl they were definitely thirsty. She didn’t ask this time she just took her place straddling his lap and began twerkin. Mike shook his head “Enjoy!” He chuckled as he side stepped three more chicks on their way to the table for Nice, Jah and Real. Los didn’t know how but somehow they were able to get the dancers away from the table so that they could enjoy a little bit of food when suddenly they were interrupted by a stranger.

  “What’s goin on Young Bloods? I see the party is all over here. All four pairs of eyes looked up to see a tall, light complexed, well groomed man standing before them. He was wearing an expensive short sleeved, button up, silk shirt with designer slacks. His gold and diamond presidential Rolex and multi-colored snakeskin shoe boots screamed flashy and gave away his age. It wasn’t hard to tell he was an O.G. although he wasn’t graying or anything. He was flanked by a big burly looking man standing in back of him who must’ve been his bodyguard. The man who approached the table knew all four men were strapped, he could tell by the way their shirts settled at their sides. He caught their initial icy glares and wanted to clear the air immediately. “Hold up Youngins I come in peace. I just wanted to stop by and say what up; you know I like to see young successful brotha’s like ya ‘selves out gettin it having a good time. And then you know I can smell that Marley from way over there. That
’ll have a nigga running over quicker than smelling a barbeque.” All the men nodded and chuckled. They seemed to relax except Los, he kept a close eye on ole boy it was something about his vibe Los wasn’t feeling. Everyone at the table had a healthy buzz from all the alcohol they had consumed and was looking at the dude standing before them as entertainment. They could tell he was going to be pure comedy. Jah offered Mr. Snakeskin boots a seat and he took it without hesitation.

  The stranger’s eyes scanned the table and he did a mental calculation of all the bottles scattered about the table. He could see that these dudes had what some people paid for cars or jewelry on the table alone. “Do y’all mind if I have a drink the stranger asked?” “Nah, go head man,” was Nice’s nonchalant answer as his attention was more focused on the strippers on stage. The stranger sipped on his glass of Ace of Spades as he eyed the men sitting at the table attire and jewelry. They were definitely holding the type of money he was looking for. He noticed two of the men wore wedding bands. He been in his line of work long enough to know that didn’t mean a damn thing so he went ahead with what he considered his sales pitch.

  “I see you gentlemen having a good time; there’s some beautiful women in here but uh… I can almost guarantee y’all can have an even better time with some finer women, seeing that you guys look like you like the finer things in life including women. I can definitely offer up some of the best in my catalog.” With that said he motioned for a girl who was standing off to the side to come over. The girl stepped forward and stood close to ole boy. He wasn’t lying she was a straight dime. “Ayo is you tryna sell us some pussy in a roundabout way?” Jah asked with an amused smirk on his face. “Well I’m trying to offer you top notch entertainment whateva else you do is clearly up to you,” ole boy said with a sneaky smile. “Heeell Nah! Nigga I’m straight,” Jah said waving his hand and laughing the man’s proposal off. All the other men confirmed their own declines as well. The girl that was standing with Mr. Snakeskin shoes walked off.

  “So you’s a pimp? I knew it from the moment I saw them shoes,” Jah joked. The table erupted in laughter. Mr. Snakeskin shoes laughed as well not realizing they were laughing more at him than with him. Nice looked towards the floor at his shoes and shook his head. “Man I know when you put them shits on today you was looking in the mirror sayin to ya’self you about to hit niggaz in the head with them right there ha? Niggaz ain’t ready, that’s that fly shit, you killin the game in those right there son, pointy witch toe tips and all. I ain’t made at you.” Nice said. The table went wild with laughter. “What’s ya name anyways?” Jah asked realizing the dude had been sitting partaking in their drinks and hadn’t even introduced himself. “Oh my bad, my bad, excuse me brotha my name is Tony.” Tony reached over shaking everyone’s hand except for Los who opted to throw him a head nod. “How you get into the hoe business? I always wondered how niggaz started slangin pussy like its crack.” Nice asked. “Well you know I’m a pimp by blood. My daddy was a pimp his daddy was too so you know it was passed down, you could say I inherited the game.” The table erupted in laughter getting a good kick out of this pimp dude.

  “You know youngin it’s always gonna be chicks out here that are needy,” He said helping himself to yet another drink. “You know what I mean, for whateva reason they wanna feel loved. Whether or not they never had love or been abused it don’t matter these needy bitches are as plentiful as the air we breathe. And all you gotta do is scoop a chick like that up, make her feel like you her lover, her mother, her father, her sister and brother, her everything. Mannn you got that bitch loyalty forever. She’ll go out there and make that moolah for Daddy in zero below weather. You see the trick to this pimp shit is you gotta get em when they ain’t fully bloomed. See what I’m sayin? I like to look at my girl’s as flowers. So when you see a chick and she not yet fully bloomed but you can see the potential, make out how baby girl is gonna shape up to be. You can see she gon have them thick thighs, fat ass and beautiful supple breasts. You wanna scoop em up then when they still budding. Then you groom em, give em a lil vitamin D to help em fill out. Y’all know what I mean when I say vitamin D right?” He cackled. “By then you already done got into her head so the rest is history, that pussy is straight money in the bank.” Everyone laughed except for Los. He had a more disgusted look plastered on his face and he didn’t hide it either. The rest of the men didn’t catch the slick shit Mr. Snakeskin was saying because of their more inebriated states. Los on the other hand was on point.

  Tony looked over at Los and noticed he was mean mugging him and had been silent and standoffish from the moment he approached the table. “What’s the problem Young Blood? You don’t like pimps much do you?” Since Los wasn’t the type of dude to bite his tongue he answered Mr. Snakeskin shoes bluntly. “No not particularly, I ain’t neva been the type of nigga to hate on the next man’s hustle, but pimpin nah not my forte. See I think pimps are nothing but failed attempts at being streets hustla’s. They couldn’t pimp these streets because they weren’t built for this shit, its way to wild and dangerous for them so they’d rather pimp something less challenging like women.” Snakeskin looked Los straight in the eye with first a challenging glare before it softened into a slight smirk. “I can respect your opinion but trust me ain’t nothing soft about me, like I said pimpin was basically passed down to me. You seem like a natural born leader, I get that feel from you. Maybe you should try looking into this pimp shit, trust me there’s a lot of money to be made in this industry. I mean, look at me do I look broke?” Los had his head turned sipping on rozay displaying his disregard for what Tony was saying but when Mr. Snakeskin asked that question Los nearly choked on his drink with laughter. Is this nigga serious? Los thought to himself. Los placed his champagne glass down and inched closer in his chair while looking at ole boy from across the table. “I don’t know you asking the wrong nigga that question. I don’t watch other niggaz pockets, what another man eats don’t make me shit nah mean?” Snakeskin burst into laughter and shook his head up and down. “What another man eats don’t make you shit. I like that, I like that. I’m tellin you, you need to really look into this hoe business you would be good,” Snakeskin said with a smile on his face. Los shook his head and looked away with an annoyed expression on his face. Tony was working his nerves and he wouldn’t be held responsible for what he did to this nigga if he kept yapping.

  The chit chatter continued but Los remained quiet focusing most of his attention on the dancer’s only half listening to Jah and Real amp the pimp dude up while having a good laugh at his expense. “See back in the day I was almost a millionaire. For real, right now I would’ve been retired from pimpin sitting pretty like y’all young brotha’s. I had a stable that was damn near unstoppable, a dream team but I fucked up. You know how y’all young niggaz got the ten crack commandments, well pimps got they own pimp commandments. Niggaz say never get high off ya own supply, that rule applies for the pimp game too and I broke that rule by falling for this one chick. I had this tender and she was baddd. I mean bad. I fucked up in that pussy and ended up getting her pregnant. And at the same time fucked my money up cause if she pregnant she can’t make that moolah. Next thing I know I look up and the bitch is gone. She done ran off on me in the middle of the night and it was like a domino effect cause two more girls left right after that. I swear if I ain’t never get caught up with that hoe,” Tony said shaking his head with regret. “The funny thing is I saw her not too long ago. Yeah she all cleaned up, married with a kid to some square nigga,” Snakeskin snickered. “Damn homie you soundin real disgruntled right now. I thought the pimp motto is y’all don’t love these hoes,” Jah instigated with a chuckle. “Oh hell yeah that’s the truth! The only thing a pimp love is the money but I’ll be a gotdamn lie if I say that pussy wasn’t golden cause it was, that’s how a nigga got caught up. That pussy fucked up my pull out game.

  See I tatt all my girls. I have them tatted with tattoos that express who they are. Like see my baby g
irl ova there, my brown skin beauty that seems to have a crush on you,” he said looking towards Real. Real looked over to see the same girl who he had fingered earlier. “See she a straight tigress in the bedroom. The way she moves, everything reminds me of a cat, a big black cat. That’s why she has a small panther tatted on her thigh. Now the chick that had me fucked up in the game. Now her, man oh man let me tell you. I taught her how to ride a dick but maybe too well. See she would climb on top bust that shit wide open and move so fluently that she reminded me of a butterfly. So I had butterflies tatted on her back.” Nice turned his head immediately and paid closer attention with the mention of butterflies being tatted on a chick’s back. “Umm hmm Ty, yup Tyeena,” Tony mumbled under his breath staring off all dreamy eyed as if he could picture her right then and there riding his dick.

  The entire table went mute and damn near motionless. Nice looked over at Mr. Snakeskin with murder in his eyes. Everything went completely dark for Nice he couldn’t hear anything around him or see anything but this dude sitting directly across the table from him with a shit eating grin on his face. Los looked across the table at Nice to make sure he’d heard what ole boy said and it was apparent he had. Nice’s chest was literally heaving up and down and his face had turned red. Ohhh shit! this nigga about to catch a body was the last thing Los thought before all hell broke loose.