CHAPTER 9
“This is supposed to be a really hot club! Everybody is talkin’ about it… and for forty bucks a head it better be the bomb! Oh, and I hope you are ready to see some shit, cuz’ it’s supposed to be off the hook up in there! When I say off the hook that’s exactly what the fuck I mean. Jay said he came last week and it was a real live freak fest, girls on girls, mutha’fuckas poppin’ X and everything. So stay close to me.” Chance said as we made our way down Michigan Avenue toward the navy pier.
The parking lot by the pier was so packed that we barely found a space. As we got to the pier and approached the club we could see that the line was a block and a half long. Chance was pissed. He said, “I don’t care what they got goin’ on in there, I ain’t standin’ in this long ass line! Forget it come on, let’s go. We’ll find something else to do tonight cuz’ this is ridiculous!”
“Let’s just stand here for a while and see how fast the line moves. Please Chance? I really want to go in and check it out! I’ve been thinkin’ about it all day long and if we stay I got a surprise for you…” I whispered in his ear.
“There you go with that surprise shit again! What’s this big surprise you keep on talkin’ about anyway? What are you up to?” Chance asked.
“You’ll see, just trust me! So, can we stay, please?” I pleaded giving him the sad puppy dog eyes.
“Alright. But we ain’t waitin’ in this damn line all night, I know that.” Chance grumbled as he looked around at a seemingly endless line of people.
We couldn’t have been in line more than five minutes when my cell phone rang. It was Iesha. “Where y’all at?” She asked.
“In line at the club. We are at the back of the line. Where are you?” I said.
“I’m inside standin’ by the entrance. Come on up front. I got us three VIP passes!” Iesha shouted into the phone almost busting my eardrum.
“What? Girl shut yo’ mouth! Here we come now.” I responded excitedly. If there was a hook up to be found Iesha would be the one to find it!
“Who was that?” Chance asked, as I grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him to the front of the line; still unaware of the night that lay ahead, he followed me like a lamb to slaughter.
“Just come on and follow me, damn!” I demanded.
When we got to the entrance Iesha was standing next to one of the bouncers. He was a big, black, greasy lookin’ nigga, wearing a tight ass silk shirt that looked like the buttons were about to pop off and put somebody’s eye out! This nigga was sweatin’ and breathin’ all hard, and grinnin’ at Iesha like he was going to swallow her whole. I mean, he was paying so much attention to Iesha that about ten people must have slipped right passed him and into the club.
“These are my friends Rayqelle and Chance... Y’all, this is Big Rock!” Iesha said as she gave me the secret wink.
“Come on in, y’all my guests tonight. Take these VIP passes and enjoy ya’ selves. Miss Iesha, you gon’ call me right?” said the big black ass bouncer as he salivated over Iesha’s voluptuousness. Iesha smiled and winked, saying nothing; only running her fingers across his big sweaty chest as we made our way into the club.
“Girl! What was that all about? You know what, on second thought… never mind... I don’t even wanna know. That nigga smelled like he had cheese coneys with extra onions under his arms.” I said looking back at Iesha in disbelief.
“Chance, you remember Iesha?” I said as I watched the wheels turn in his head.
“Of course, how could I forget?” Chance replied charmingly, with a grin that caught her eye.
“Girl, did you see that line? It was wrapped around the damn corner! What was up wit’chu and that crazy lookin’ nigga?” I asked discreetly whispering into Iesha’s ear.
“I was just standin’ in line. He walked up and asked me who I was, who I was with, and did I want some VIP passes. Well, of course I said, “Hell Yeah!” Now here we are. Damn Chance, you are lookin’ tasty tonight boy. You better watch out! Somebody might take a bite’ out cho’ sexy ass… Anyway, I don’t know what y’all came to do but I came here to get crunk! Let’s go!” Iesha said as she grabbed my hand and pulled us to the VIP.
It was off the hook! The lights were right, the music was thumpin’, and the drinks were strong as hell; but shit, I was already tipsy anyway. So, you know it was about to go down. Chance could not keep his eyes off me and Iesha. I could not keep my eyes off the both of them. Chance was lovin’ it. Iesha grabbed Chance and took him out on the dance floor.
Chance was in awe. He didn’t know what to do next. Iesha worked his ass on the dance floor and he kept looking back at me like he was expecting me to save him but little did he know, I was the one who set him up for the kill. They must have danced for forty-five minutes. It was weird watching my man being seduced by another woman but in a strange way, it really turned me on.
While Chance and Iesha got their groove on I made my way to the bathroom; my bladder was full as hell from all the drinks. When I opened the door it was like a bad movie. Two bitches were in one stall kissin’, and one bitch was leanin’ over the sink snortin’ somethin’. Then two other bitches was in the corner poppin’ somethin’ in their mouths (X I guess) then kissin’, and one lil’ dark skinned bitch just standin’ in the corner starin’ like she knew me or like she was checkin’ me out. It was some crazy shit! I mean, me and Iesha used to get buckwild but I don’t remember us gettin’ like this; or come to think of it, maybe we did. We were doin’ some of everything back then, and I do mean some of everything.
So, I pissed as fast as I could and got the fuck out of there; cuz’ you can’t leave a bitch like Iesha by herself with your man for too long. I know from experience. You’ll come back and the mutha’fucka won’t even remember who you are. Anyway, when I got back to the dance floor it was dark as hell and everywhere I looked it was like one freak show goin’ on after another; like the shit that you see on late night cable or girls gone wild (the ghetto edition). Guys and girls grindin’, girls sitting on each other’s laps tonguing each other down! I mean, it was people in the corner slow grindin’ to fast music. Mutha’fuckas was walkin’ around like zombies. This shit was insane!
So I’m now standing at the bar and tipsy as hell. I felt a hand touch the small of my back. I quickly turned to see who was finna’ get knocked the fuck out! It was the lil’ chocolate chick that was staring at me the whole time I was in the bathroom. She had followed me out. She was about 5 feet tall, cute as hell, and built like a brick shit house. I mean, she was sexy; almost as sexy as me.
“Are you here alone?” She asked.
“I’m here with my fiancé.” I said pointing to Chance and Iesha on the dance floor.
“Oh really? Well, looks like he’s got his hands full,” she said smiling. She started to dance closer and closer toward me; then put her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine. We moved to beat of the music.
“I’m Shela,” she said speaking directly into my ear so she could be heard over the loud music.
“My name’s Rayqelle.” I responded feeling slightly intrigued by this strange lil’ piece of sexual chocolate that stood just inches away; offering her sweet temptation.
I could see Chance watching me as he danced with Iesha; never letting me out of his sight for more than a second or two. I knew he was watching, so I decided to give him a little pre-show. Shela and I danced, touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Chance was looking at me, looking at her. Shela leaned forward and pressed her full lips against mine and I let her. I felt her tongue enter my mouth and I responded with the same. Everybody there had a role in the freak show, so I decided to join them!
“I see you met Shela,” Iesha said, as she dabbed the sweat from her chest with a cocktail napkin.
“You two know each other?” I asked Iesha in a surprised t
one. I began looking back and forth between her and Shela; thinking to myself, “Iesha, what the fuck are you up to now?”
“Shela is my personal assistant. She’s here helpin’ me with some P.R. stuff. Shela Simpson, this is my girl Rayqelle that I was tellin’ you about and her fiancé Chance. Shela didn’t have any plans tonight so I had her meet me here. I figured we could all hang out.” Iesha said as she turned to look at me.
“Nice to meet the both of you... This is so weird,” Shela said with the slight look of embarrassment.
“Enough talkin’ let’s dance!” Iesha said as she grabbed Chance and pulled him to the center of the dance floor.
We danced; all four of us enticing one another. When the song changed we all moved to a corner table in the VIP. We sat way off to the side, it was dark. Chance sat down and Iesha stood in front of him, giving him the lap dance of his life. I sat next to Shela and watched. The drinks must have really started to have an effect on Iesha because she leaned over and pressed her lips against mine. Chance sat and looked on in amazement. He was stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. Right then I knew it was time to take this little party back to the house.
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