by B. , Ivory
Shortly after he left, the bedroom door creaked open a little. “Hey Lucky did he leave?” Keema whispered loudly. “Yes, you two can bring y’all scary asses out, the coast is clear.” Ty and Keema came out of the room giggling. Ty looked at Lucky with a confused expression “Did you go to sleep? Cause your hair still look good.” “No. For some reason I couldn’t doze off.” “Oh well it’s almost ten so I know you ain’t going to sleep right now, let’s get ready.”
It took the three girls almost 2 hours to get ready. They could tell the party was jumpin from all the commotion going on outside. Lucky was sucking her teeth and stomping her feet walking towards the door “I hate entering a place all late like this. All eyes will be on us, that shit makes me so uncompfortable.” “Girl that’s exactly why I love being late for shit,” Keema said in a matter of fact tone. Keema looked at Lucky and her eyes got big “Ooh girl damn, no homo, but ya body in that bathing suit is crazy! You gonna have Los fuck yo ass up coming out here like that,” Keema teased before laughing. “Carlos ain’t my man, he can’t tell me a damn thing about what I’m wearing. And y’all the ones who told me to get this.”
Lucky’s sexy black monokini tied behind the neck and was totally backless. The front had a plunging neckline, with cut outs around the stomach area displaying her diamond belly ring. She tied the outfit together with large swarovski crystal hoop earrings and bangles. Her getup was definitely going to be drawing a lot of attention tonight. Her mocha skin looked flawless, and shimmered from the Victoria’s Secret shimmering body lotion she mixed with baby oil. The 4 inch strappy Bebe sandals she wore sat her ass up higher bringing attention to her shapely size 6 figure. Lucky sprayed her long dark tresses down one last time with morrocan coconut milk oil before grabbing her Chanel frames off the dresser. Keema’s black bikini clung to her shapely video vixen shape leaving little to the imagination. Her Dominician blowout hung past the middle of her back and bounced with every step she took. Ty rocked a teal blue bikini with fringes hanging from the bikini top. She accessorized the bikini with gold bangles and gold hoop earrings. Lucky looked her cousin over in appreciation. Ty’s taffy complexion looked good against the teal and gold. Lucky’s eyes traveled over Ty’s body down to the teal sheer sarong that hung loosely around her wide hips, clinging to her thick thighs. Ty’s taut stomach and small waist emphasized how big and round her ass was. “What you looking at?” Ty asked with a playful wink. “All of that,” Lucky replied slapping Ty on her ass playfully. Ty laughed and bounced her ass purposefully as they exited the room.
Heads were turning as the trio stepped onto the rooftop. Dudes were damn near drooling, while chicks were looking disgruntled. The party was in full swing, but on first impression Lucky wasn’t feelin it and from the looks of it she wasn’t alone. Ty and Keema’s facial expressions mirrored Lucky’s as they looked around to see some people engaging in a full out orgy in and around the pool. While others drank and partied as if nothing was happening. Lucky lifted her big frames from her face and placed them on her head to get a better look around as if the atmosphere would somehow change. Her thoughts were cut off when some thirsty dude grabbed at her arm. Jerking her arm away from him, she fixed him a icy glare through her green eyes, he got the message and walked off peacefully.
“Uh I don’t know about this right here, I ain’t really rockin with this shit,” Keema said with her face turned up. Lucky was glad someone else stated the obvious since she was always the one that was considered bougie out of the group. Just as they were contemplating a great escape Jah came bouncing down a dark staircase from the side of the room. He smiled at the group of dimez before grabbing Keema up in his strong arms. “Damn ma you can definitely get the stiffness,” Jah attempted to whisper in Keema’s ear, the alcohol in his system had him talking louder than he intended. Keema blushed as Jah hugged her from behind and nibbled on her neck. ‘C’mon what y’all just standing here for?” Jah asked as he took Keema’s hand and lead the ladies up the staircase he just came from.
The second level was a totally different atmosphere and vibe. The skybox styled room was enclosed by one sided dark glass. The lower level of the rooftop could be viewed clearly. However, looking up at the room from the lower level you couldn’t see a thing through the dark tented glass. The pool on the second level was scarcely filled with beautiful women of all shades either on floats or flirtatiously playing water ball. Servers walked around the room serving finger foods and champagne in abundance. Bottles were everywhere, along with the strong stinch of weed in the air. While Lucky scanned the room trying to find a empty spot to sit she couldn’t help but notice the nasty looks she was getting from a few females.
This one chick in particular with a short Halle Barry haircut had been burning holes in the three of them from the moment they stepped into the room. Call it women’s intuition but Lucky had a funny feeling that this chick was either fucking, or had been fucking with Los. None of that really mattered to Lucky who was having some serious second thoughts about coming to this party. Things seemed to already be starting off on a bad note. Damn Ty and Keema who for some odd reason begged her to come.
Lucky found a few empty lounge chairs poolside and took a seat. She wasn’t even sitting for two minutes before servers came to offer her a flute of champagne which she politely declined. “Now this is nice,” Ty commented as she took a seat next to Lucky. Lucky shook her head in agreement. The place was beautifully and tastefully decorated. White leather couches, sheer white drapes hanging from the ceilings and the blue LED lights running on the boarders of the floor and ceiling put you in the mind set of the exclusive nightclub Cloud 9 in Miami. The room had a moon roof of sorts that was opened half way letting a fresh night breeze flow through.
Ty suggested they go sit in one of the separate sitting areas of the room where they had televisions and a pool table. Lucky looked towards the room Ty was pointing at and shook her head no once she saw it was filled with dudes. The last thing Lucky wanted to deal with was a nigga with too much liquor and kush in his system who couldn’t take no for an answer; she was good right where she was at. Nearly a half hour later Lucky and Ty were enjoying theirselves poolside bobbing their heads to music and sipping on fruity mixed drinks.
“Oh my god Lucky taste this Blue Hawiann! Whoever fixing these drinks know what they doing they put the perfect amount of coconut rum in this shit, taste it mama,” Ty urged bringing her straw to Lucky’s mouth. Lucky took a sip and nodded her head in agreement Ty’s drink was good and so was her own Passion fruit Mojito. The kush clouds were getting pretty thick in the air. Lucky brought a piece of her hair to her nose and took a whiff. Nope still smells like sweet coconut milk oil.
She was in the middle of swapping her drink with Ty and giggling when she looked up and noticed the same girl with the Halle haircut staring again. This time she wasn’t alone, she had another girl staring with her. Lucky who rarely forgot a face recognized the extra pair of eyes with miss Halle instantly. It was the chick Mo who told Los she saw him with badder chicks. Now it all made sense why ole girl had been eyeing Lucky. Lucky wandered if Mo told miss eye problem she saw her with Los. Either way she really didn’t give a fuck. This was a prime example of why she didn’t like going out. Fighting and arguing over a man wasn’t what she was about. As long as none of them hoes tried to run up on her, taking her innocent demeanor as being soft she had no problem at all. She turned her attention towards the pool to avoid the bullshit focusing on the activity in the pool.
Before Lucky knew it the party was in full swing, even Ty took off to the crowded dancefloor and started doing her. Keema was nowhere to be found so Lucky assuemed she was somewhere boo’d up with Jah. Lucky found herself totally relaxed enjoying this upscale exclusive shindig, forgetting momentarily the purpose of the party. That was until the Dj announced the birthday boy was in the building! She turned her head towards the entrance where Los just stepped in. And oh boy was he ever in the building. Oh my god, he look so good was the on
ly thing Lucky thought as she surveyed him. The partygoers clapped and cheered his arrival as if he were Obama. Lucky watched on as he gave his boys daps and manly hugs. Chicks damn near bumrushed him wrapping their arms around him for hugs and kisses on the cheek that sometimes ventured a little too close to the side of his mouth.
Carlos was rocking a pair of Belgravia Jimmy Choo navy blue high top, moc crock sneakers with the white soles. Distressed washed True’s that covered his sneakers partially in the back and sides. His jeans sagged slightly despite the YSL belt he wore around his waist. The white and navy blue YSL tee shirt he had on showcased his hard, broad chest and a classic navy and white Yankee’s fitted sat cocked on his head like he had no care in the world. His chains swung back and forth as he walked. When he reached up and pulled his hat from his head to run his hand over his black thick shiny waves he smiled hard and his dimples showed brightly. Lucky looked at the hand he was holding his hat in and couldn’t help take notice of his diamond bracelet and the iced out Audemars Piguet watch he was rockin. He looked as if he just stepped out of a barber’s chair. His fresh cut caesar was adorned with a head full of thick deep waves that flowed into his neat goatee to perfection. His amber brown eyes seemed to be glowing under the curtain of long thick eyelashes of his.
Lucky crossed her legs over one another and squeezed trying to calm her body which seemed to have a mind of it’s own whenever Los was around. Ty slid in the chair beside Lucky. “Gotdamn Lucky that man is fine!” Lucky pulled her eyes away from Carlos to look at Ty. “He a’ight,” Lucky lied. “Yeah okay, waves on 360 make that pussy get so wet ha? I peep you over there squeezing your legs hard enough to stop blood circulation,” Ty teased through laughter. A smile popped up on Lucky’s face as she slapped Ty on the arm for calling her out. “No sah Luck, but for real, that boy got some good har,” Ty said in a country accent. Both women laughed as they turned their attention back towards the birthday boy and watched on as a thick, short Spanish chick stood up on her tippy toes to whisper something most likely X-rated in his ear.
Lucky huffed rolling her eyes to the sky. Just then a waiteress went to walk by with a tray full of champagne flutes. Lucky stopped her and grabbed a flute sipping immediately, not even bothering to ask what kind it was. The brand of champagne wouldn’t matter anyways Lucky doubted she would like it. She wasn’t a big drinker, she was the type of person that would get tipsy off a wine cooler. But from the looks of things Lucky could already tell she was going to need a few glasses to deal with Carlos cocky ass and these thirsty hoes tonight. Every now and then Carlos eyes scanned the room as if he were looking for somebody and Lucky would duck her head to avoid him. Lucky found herself sipping and watching as Carlos mingled and talked to different people, even dancing with a few chicks.
“A’ight!, A’ight! Big Los we gotta lil birthday surprise for you!” The lights dimmed down as a chair that was decorated like a throne was pulled up to him. Carlos chuckled as he played good sport in participating, sitting down at his throne. Nice had booked four strippers for the night and flown them in from Atlanta and Miami. Two strippers from King of Diamands and two from Magic City. Nice was the first one to hand Los a brick of ones. And the rest of the crew followed suit. The Dj put on 2Chainz birthday song and all four of the strippers came out one was holding a birthday cake with a candle in it. Lucky looked on with her face screwed up at the strippers twerkin it as if their lives depended on it. One bitch had her face in Los’s lap while she dropped and popped her pussy to every base line in the song. Carlos slapped her ass hard repeatedly sending it jiggling out of control. All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe 2Chainz sang the anthem to this scene. “Ohh!, Ohh! Pop that shit! Twerk!, Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! The men chanted as the g-string clad strippers took turns popping they asses all over Los’s lap, while he and his crew rained money down on them. Lucky sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes in disgust. Just when Lucky thought things couldn’t get worst French Montana’s Pop That came on and these stripper bitches really turned up. I mean coming right out of their barley there g-strings and going topless dancing completely naked.
“Gotdamn them bitches thick! That’s that country home grown right there. Straight hamhocks and cornbread, look at all that ass! Straight cake on top of cake!” The Dj boasted. Ty along with damn near the whole party laughed and shook their heads in appreciation and agreement all except for Lucky. “Word, Lucky them chicks got some colossal asses,” Ty said. “Girl please, I’m not impressed. All I see is a whole lot of silicone, ass injections and elephant meat,” Lucky spat. “Elephant meat?!” Ty shrieked before cracking up laughing. “Yeah elephant meat. You see all that shit on the back of that bitch’s ass and legs, damn cellulite look like fuckin elephant meat,” Lucky snickered. Ty burst into hard laughter, yes there was at least two of the strippers who could stand to tone up a little, however, that was a matter of opinion, In Ty’s experience there were some men who liked a less toned body. Ty knew her cousin was just seeing green right now and she wasn’t talking about those pretty green eyes of hers, nope, Lucky was green with envy. Ty thought it was cute. Lucky really had no reason to be jealous, no matter how big those chicks titts and asses were they didn’t hold a candle to Lucky and that was real.
The Dj took it back in the day and started playing Juviniles ‘Back that ass up.’ The party really got hyped, with your average chicks dropping it like they were getting paid for it as well. “Oh this my shit!” Ty screamed throwing her arm up in the air and gyrating her hips to the beat of the song while she laid in her chair. She caught Nice’s eye from afar, Ty turned towards him when he tapped her on the shoulder. Before she could protest, react or say anything he took her by the hand and lead her to the dancefloor.
After the Dj spun three booty shake songs Los was pretty much done. This was nothing new to him. If you threw racks on a strippers racks once in a lifetime it would be enough in his opinion. Maybe it had something to do with him adding one more year to his lifetime, that had him feeling as if he wanted something more serious and different for a change. He slid from the chair he was sitting in bowing out and let his boys have their share of fun with the strippers. Scoping the crowded room he was wondering why he hadn’t spotted the one person he really wanted to see on his birthday yet? He was beginning to think Ty and Keema ain’t come through for him after all. After they cussed his ass out, they agreed to help him out by getting Lucky to the party, not without a price tag though, nope. He had to come up off of 2g’s a piece for them to bring Lucky. The money was nothing having her there was everything.
The Dj was off the ass shaking music and was now spinning any and every song there was that talked about getting money. He had the dudes in the party acting a fool tossing money like it grew on trees. When 50’s I get money came on everyone seemed to lose it when the Dj remixed the song by saying Los ran Philly. Lucky watched as one honey brown cutie backed it up all on Los. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Los recited the part of the song where 50 says “Have a baby by me baby be a millionare. I write a check before the baby born who the fuck cares,” he said pinching the chick’s cheek he was dancing with. You would’ve thought the hoe hit the lotto the way she was smiling from ear to ear. The scene really got under Lucky’s skin. He was just telling me two months ago, that he wanted me to have his kids Lucky thought as she played back that night in the park. She took a sip from her champagne to try and ease the lump forming in her throat and prickles on her chest. Lucky couldn’t help but crack the hell up when Los’s Jamacian boy screamed the verse ‘I bloodclot chop ya leg, don’t fuck wit the kid,” he yelled leaning back with a bottle of Henny black in his hand. When Lucky laughed it was as if everything around Los went silent. He spotted her across the room sitting poolside looking breathtaking. Although, he couldn’t see her whole profile from what he could see his dick got on swole immediately. The girl dancing in front of him looked over her shoulder with a sexy grin, assuming she was the cause of his manz standing at attention.
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