Page 88 of The Ninth

“Different for sure. Way different. But good different. Come, meet the girls. Did you start without us?!”

“Yes, they had me drinking at all of my appointments!”

We stood to the side, waiting for one of her friends to come in. Even though she was speaking to me, I tuned her out. I turned, facing the mirror and looking at myself.

My lash tech did my make-up too. Not as good as Cassie, but still good. My eye lashes were full and wispy at the ends. For my hair, I decided on forty-inch bundles for a sew-in and leave out. They were colored to match my new highlights. My nails were long, pink french tips. On my body, I wore the smallest dress I’ve ever worn in my life. All black, extremely tight fitting, no straps, and it stopped just centimeters under my ass. Even as I admired myself, Lola was pulling it down.

We were at The Origin in Bucktown. The patio, inside, and outside were packed already. While Lola spoke to her friend on the phone about parking, I danced behind her, twerking my ass against her. She chuckled, slapping my ass a bit but focusing on the phone.

“I swear I love you. On granny,” a light skinned nigga with a fro and golds said. He pulled me against his chest. My hips immediately started grinding against him. “What we doing after this?”

“Nothing, probably.”

“Nahhhhh! That’s not true. These your friends?”

“Mhm!”

“Let me and my niggas come and kick it with y’all.”

“Come on!”

I followed Lola and her friend to the table. Once we got there, she introduced me to the rest of the girls. They were all dressed way more modest than I was. Two of them gave each other a look. For a split second, I was a little embarrassed.

“Uh, Devyn...you know them?” Lola asked.

“Yes! They just want to chill with us.”

“It’s girls night, girl!” one of her friends yelled.

Lola patted her arm, “It’s fine. It’s fine.”

With that, the guys found chairs and pulled them up to where we were sitting. I sat the guy down, plopping down onto his lap. He wasted no time kissing on my neck and shoulder. His friend ordered two rounds of shots for everyone. I immediately took three.

“This ass is so fat...” he whispered in my ear as he grabbed on it.

“Dev, Macie wants to see some of your drawings sometime!” Lola smiled.

I gave Lola and Macie a smile before turning my attention back to the guy, “Why are you grabbing on me like you know me?”

“I’m Paco.”

“Devyn.”

“You look like mine, Devyn.”

Dance by Megan Thee Stallion featuring Lil Durk came on. I pulled my hair up, instantly grinding on his hard dick. He pulled my face back to his, forcing me to look in his eyes as I did so. His friend walked to me, pouring Casamigos down my throat. After I swallowed, he poured more. My lips and tongue were numb. I’m too fucked up.

I sung to the lyrics while bouncing my ass all over him. My titties were two bounces from falling out of the dress I was wearing. Lola kept pulling it above my titties while also apologizing to her friends. Them bitches is literally just hating. I look good as fuck and so does the nigga I got beneath me.

“DEVYYYY!” a voice yelled.

“Devyn?!” a second voice asked.

I looked over. Juan, Twist, Pink, and Snow were walking towards me. Snow’s face was red and stone cold. She didn’t walk to the table nor look at Lola and I. Pink ran to me, snatching me out of Paco’s arms. She smelled like weed and liquor already. Her hands greedily explored my body as she hugged me.

“Ugh! You look soo good, bitch!”

“Thank youuuu! I appreciate ya! What are you doing here?!”