by Mark Anthony
Earl laughed and said that he liked that slogan.
“Well, then it looks like we need to have one more drink to toast to us being roommates,” Earl said as he headed toward the kitchen to get some glasses.
Yes! I screamed inside my head.
That’s the power of the pussy! I thought as I laughed to myself.
Chapter Ten
Ain’t No Party Like an Underground Party
A week or so after Earl and I had sex, I approached my aunt about the move to the basement. Surprisingly she was cool with it and agreed to it without giving me or Earl any kind of resistance. I was actually surprised that Aunt Tanisha didn’t say no or say something like she would have to check with my father to see what he thought about it. Not that my father would have given a shit, but I just looked at it as being something that she would at least want to run by my dad. However, my cousin Leah was beefing and complaining about something each and every day. I think it was that pressure that had forced my aunt’s hand and allowed her to give in to my request.
It took all of about two days for me to realize that I was gonna absolutely love living in the basement with Earl. I had finally escaped Leah’s her bitchy stank-ass attitude and escaped to Earl and his cool, carefree way of living. It was bugged because in a lot of ways Earl’s free-spirited, anything-goes attitude reminded me a lot of my old nanny Joyce.
Like Joyce, Earl was into pornography and he had a collection of porno movies and porno magazines that dwarfed Joyce’s little collection of three videotapes and two magazines. Similar to how Joyce had different guys coming to see her when my father was not around, Earl also had different chicks who would stop by to see him or call him.
The thing I think I liked about Earl more than Joyce was that Earl was more into what the latest trends were. He was way cooler than Joyce. Maybe it was because his age was closer to mine or because he was a guy and I was a girl, I don’t know, but I do know that I could relate really well to Earl and we clicked right from the start.
Earl introduced me to weed and taught me how to roll a joint and how to inhale the shit without killing myself. He also introduced me to liquor. He taught me about the different brands and types of liquors and what mixed best with what, or as he would put it, he showed me the difference between girlie drinks like strawberry daiquiris, and manly drinks like Hennessy on the rocks.
With Earl being young and his hormones racing, he became the best sex teacher that I ever had. I mean, Joyce was good and she taught me a lot about how to please my own body, but Earl taught me a lot about how to please a guy’s body.
Unless Earl had gone out, or was chilling with one of his shorties, or was with his homeys, literally every night he and I would end up watching porno movies and fucking each other. I loved every moment of it.
Earl taught me the proper way to suck dick and deep-throat dick so that I would drive a man crazy. With Earl I was able to practice and do a lot of the sexual positions and freakiness that I would see on the porno tapes. For instance, I would let Earl ejaculate in my mouth because it was something that I had seen all of the porno girls do I wanted to experience it and with Earl I was able to. With Earl I was able to experience anal sex for the first time. The shit hurt like hell and I didn’t enjoy it, but with Earl being the good mentor that he was, he was able to get me to relax during anal sex and not be so tense. Soon enough, with the right lubrication I had become an anal sex queen and I actually started to enjoy it.
Throughout the whole time that Earl and I had our little hedonism thing going on in the basement, I remembered my rule of remaining buck wild but being smart as hell about it. I definitely didn’t wanna mess up the good thing that I had going with Earl and get shipped back upstairs to room with one of my female cousins or worse, get shipped back to live with my dad. The move to Aunt Tanisha’s had worked out way better than I’d ever imagined or thought it would. Therefore I made sure that I had knocked out my schoolwork and did my part around the house, such as washing dishes and shit like that, without having to be told to do it.
Sure enough, by the time the summer rolled around I had my aunt, and my dad for that matter, eating out of my hand. They were overjoyed and adamant about how they were so right that coming to live with Auntie Tanisha was the best thing that could have happened to me. They even eagerly agreed with my wish to attend high school in Queens.
I was no dummy. Wanting to keep my sex thing and free-living thing going, I played it up like a professional con artist.
As I would say to my aunt and my dad and my uncle, “Yeah, at first I didn’t think I would like it here, but I was so wrong. I feel like I have three sisters now and three brothers. I love it because I was never this close with anybody in my family before.”
My aunt, my uncle, and my dad would soak up all of that type of talk. And think that they were social geniuses and that they had helped to boost my self-esteem. Little did they know that all they had really helped to do was feed the demons that were inside of me that Joyce had planted some years ago.
Like I said, Earl was better for me than Joyce had been because he was hip to all of the latest shit in the street and he would teach me and keep me up on everything. That was never more true than when Earl hipped me to these underground parties that him and his boys would go to. From the way he described the parties I was dripping with anticipation to the point where I felt like life itself couldn’t continue on until I had gone to one of these parties that Earl spoke so fondly of.
“Nah, Shayla, you ain’t ready for this shit. Plus, I wouldn’t feel right introducing a girl to something like that. I mean, guys can go up in those type of spots and it ain’t nothing ’cause that’s what we do. But with chicks, it’s different,” he reasoned with me as we spoke about him taking me to an underground party with him.
“Different like how?”
“It’s just different.”
Earl paused and we both didn’t say anything.
“Okay, put it like this. If I was a chick I wouldn’t wanna be up in spots like that,” Earl stated as he sat on the sofa in his basement and I sat on one of the bar stools.
“Why not? Just explain it to me,” I said, sounding kind of frustrated.
“Because niggas will start looking at you like you a ho or some shit. Just like you was telling me about how you had to get in that chick Sonia’s ass that time when she was basically trying to call you out as a ho, you’ll be dealing with that kind of shit all the time if word gets out that you be up in these parties.”
“Earl, here’s the thing, I know where you coming from but I’m just saying, all I wanna do is go check it out. That’s it! Besides, I’m from Brooklyn, I’m not from Queens so don’t nobody out here know me. Plus, I’m gonna be going to school out here in Queens so it’s not like I’ll even be seeing the same people that I saw last school year. I won’t know anybody and won’t nobody know me out here so if they talk about me won’t nobody know me who would even give a shit,” I reasoned.
“Let me think about it.”
“Earl, think about what?” I snapped back. That was the one thing that I didn’t like about him. At times he could act like a real bitch-ass nigga. I was used to Brooklyn niggas like BK who never came across with no bitch-ass shit. They was always straight up like real street niggas, but then again Earl wasn’t a street nigga.
Earl could sense my frustration with him. He finally relented and agreed that in two weeks he would take me to one of the underground parties. He reasoned that I needed to get off to a good start at school. It would help keep my aunt’s guard down and she would give me the okay to go.
I went along with Earl’s reasoning but I wondered just what was it that he was really trying to keep me from. See, the way Earl described these underground parties it was more like underground sex parties. People would organize through word of mouth and meet up at different locations that would constantly change. At these locations, which were usually somebody’s house, there would be strippers and hoes there
along with guys looking to fuck.
According to Earl, usually the strippers would perform and after they performed they would give private dances or go off into private rooms and fuck any willing and paying customer. Since I loved sex as much as I did, the whole idea of a sex party just fascinated my young ass. I looked at it as being no different than if I loved basketball and couldn’t get enough of it and then somebody comes to me and tells me about this basketball league where other players from all over the city come to play in an organized fashion. Why wouldn’t I wanna join a league like that? In the same way why wouldn’t I wanna go to an underground sex party even if I was just gonna be a spectator?
Well, that was it.
Earl and I had set the date for two weeks after school started and I couldn’t wait to go. In the interim I had started attending Thomas Edison High School in Jamaica, Queens. The school was cool. It was located literally right across the street from Jamaica High School and within walking distance from another high school called Hillcrest High School. I knew right away with all of those schools in such close proximity that I was going to like going to school in Queens a whole lot better than school in Brooklyn, simply because with so many people I would be able to blend in better and do my thing without worrying about developing any kind of bad reputation.
At Thomas Edison I continued to dress the way I had been dressing when I was going to school in Brooklyn. I noticed Thomas Edison was that there were a lot more better-looking girls than me and there were a lot more chicks who dressed better than me. I knew that eventually as time went on I would have to figure out a way to steal the attention away from the other chicks and put it on myself, but that would come later. The more pressing issue at hand for me was just focusing on my schoolwork so that I could stay off of Aunt Tanisha’s radar and get to this party with Earl without any hitches.
Thankfully, the two weeks came and went. I was now only fourteen years old, a freshman in high school and about to attend my first underground sex party.
Being that the party was taking place on a Saturday night, Earl convinced my aunt to allow me to go with him and his friends to the last showing at this movie theater in Valley Stream, Long Island called Sunrise Cinemas. We had managed to leave the house around eight in the evening. We told my aunt that we would first be going to the mall to hang out and then we would be going to the last show that was scheduled to start just before eleven that night.
My aunt didn’t object and she trusted Earl to do the right thing by me, and again, it was because I was being the model niece in her eyes.
Of course, as soon as Earl and I left the crib we headed in the opposite direction of the movie theater and instead we headed over to pick up his boy Rory. We made our way to the sex party in my uncle’s Nissan Maxima as Earl drove and sipped on some Hennessy.
By this time I had become an expert at rolling weed. That was what I did in the front seat as Rory drank from a Heineken bottle.
“Yo, where this shit at?” Rory asked Earl over the loud music.
“Over at this crib in South Side off of Sutphin Boulevard,” Earl replied as he added that there was supposed to be a bunch of Puerto Rican chicks coming there from the Bronx.
I reclined in my seat and smoked the weed that Earl had given me. I couldn’t help but feel inadequate with the way that I was dressed. Other than my tight jeans I looked way too regular and I could only could imagine how out of place I would look. I decided to not stress and see what was what when we got there.
When we finally made it to the crib we parked the car and Rory walked over to a tree to piss out some of the beer that he had been drinking. When he was done we made our way to the side door of an old, shabby-looking two-story house.
Earl knocked on the door and we were greeted by a big linebacker-looking bouncer. Apparently he recognized Earl and nodded that it was okay for us to enter. As we entered Earl paid for me and him to get in—I think it was like ten dollars apiece—and Rory paid his way in. After paying the entrance fee we were then patted down and frisked by another bouncer before finally being let in.
Once in we made our way to this dimly-lit living room where there were a bunch of guys standing around but there were a whole lot more half-naked chicks in stilettos who were walking around.
We were on the first floor but from upstairs on the second floor I could hear loud music being played.
“What’s up y’all?” a thick, dark-skinned black chick in a slingshot thong bikini and clear stilettos asked me, Rory, and Earl.
“They with you?” she asked me.
“It’s not like that,” Earl replied.
“Y’all wanna dance?” she asked as she pushed up on Earl in a seductive manner. “Ten dollars for a wall dance and twenty-five for a private dance,” she added.
Earl sized her up and the next thing I knew was that he was telling me to just chill right there and that he would be right back and then he disappeared with the girl.
“That nigga don’t waste no time,” Rory yelled into my ear as by now the music was turned up and it sounded like we were inside of a club or some shit.
“Where did he go?” I yelled back into Rory’s ear.
“Prolly off to get his dick sucked,” Rory responded real nonchalantly.
Damn! I thought to myself. I mean, I was a fast-ass freak but I didn’t know it was like that. I mean, the chick just walked up to Earl and in less than two minutes she was off to suck his dick? That was crazy even for me. But the thing was I realized that she was getting money and after thinking about that I knew that I couldn’t knock her hustle.
“Yo, I’m about to go get a private lap dance from one of these shorties up in here. You gonna be a’ight?” Rory asked me.
I looked around and the place looked real seedy but I figured that I would be cool, so I nodded my head.
“Okay, but listen, they don’t like people just standing around and not spending money and shit so go to the kitchen and get a drink or something. They got a bar and drinks around that way,” Rory said to me as I tried to figure out how in the hell did he know that.
So I made my way to the kitchen, which was right next to the bathroom and the kitchen was packed with people. There were dudes everywhere just standing around drinking and flirting with chicks. But I also saw a chick sucking a nigga’s dick just straight out in the middle of the kitchen as the dude leaned up against the wall. And to the left of them was some other chick getting fucked doggystyle by some dude.
Where in the hell am I at? I had to ask myself. I mean, I liked what I saw but at the same time I had never seen nothing like this before so it kind of bugged me out and scared me just a bit, but it was more of a nervous rookie kind of scared.
I managed to make my way to the liquor and I began helping myself to a drink. “I got that for you, miss,” a guy in a black shirt said to me.
“It’s five dollars a drink. What you drinking?” he asked.
“Hennessy and Coke,” I said as I reached into my tight-ass jeans for some money to pay the dude with.
“Drinks ain’t free?” I asked, sounding all new and shit.
“Free?” the guy asked as he looked at me like I was weird while taking my money.
I didn’t respond and I guess my lack of response had thrown him off.
“Oh, you working? Yeah, well then, drinks is free for you. Pardon me, love. My bad, I mean I just ain’t never seen you before,” he said while handing me my money back. “You can get changed right in that bathroom right over there.”
“Ohh shit!” some other dude said, who looked like he could be old enough to be my father. “This some nice tender roni shit right here,” he said as he grabbed my ass. He reeked of alcohol.
I looked at him but I didn’t know how to react.
“Let me get first dibs at you after you change, a’ight sweet young thang!” the guy said to me as he handed me a fifty-dollar bill.
“I wanna love you PYT, pretty young thang! I need some lovin’ PYT pretty young tha
ng and I’ll take your there,” the old drunk dude sang to me. He sang loud enough for everyone in the kitchen to hear him as he slurred the words to the Michael Jackson hit song.
I looked at him and smiled but I was smiling more so because I was shocked and embarrassed more than anything else.
“Emhhh-uh! Look at that shit right there! Look like a nice spring chicken,” the old pervert said as I walked away from him. He apparently thought that I was making my way to the bathroom to go get changed where the other chicks were getting changed at.
That wasn’t my destination as I somehow snaked my way through the throngs of people and made it back to the living room. And when I got there I saw that there were four chicks dancing and performing a lesbian show on each other and they had the guys going crazy and throwing all kinds of money at them.
As I watched them I noticed that I was getting extremely turned on and I guzzled down my drink and bopped my head to the music.
“What’s up, lady?” a guy said to me as he came up from behind me and grabbed my waist while simultaneously stuffing money into the front of my pants.
“I’m chillin’,” I said as I played things cool. The liquor that I was drinking, combined with the weed that I had been smoking earlier, helped to loosen me up.
I reached and grabbed the money that the guy had stuffed in my pants and I noticed that it was twenty dollars.
“So what’s up?” the guy asked me.
I finished drinking my drink and I turned to look at the guy and I noticed that he was cute as hell. He was a light-skinned pretty boy with good hair.
“Whatchu wanna do?” I asked.
“That was my down payment, I wanna buy that right there,” he said as he came close to me and grabbed me on my ass. “I ain’t never seen you at one of these parties before.”
At that point I got a bit nervous because I knew what the guy wanted but I was still kind of scared.