Page 90 of The Ninth

“Nigga please! I’ma young bitch still having my way!” Pink cackled. She placed money into my hand as well.

Her hands cupped around my face, pulling mine to hers. I almost too eagerly let my tongue slip inside of her mouth. Our last kiss was so good, and Pink is so fine. The sexual tension be too much, I’m ready to break the ice.

She’s wearing a dress similar to mine. It’s hot pink and looks good on her brown skin. Her make-up, hair, nails, toes were flawless as always. Lips as soft as I remembered.

She pushed me back, taking control of the kiss. I opened my mouth as she opened hers. Her our tongues nastily twirled around each other’s before I sucked on hers. I giggled, falling back into Twist as she rubbed my face with her thumb. Her eyes were serious and face didn’t have a smile.

The lights dimmed on the inside as it got later. It was going from lounge to a grind session on the dance floor. Twist pushed my dress up on my hips, rubbing my thighs roughly in the dark corner of the booth. I moaned at his mouth sucking on my chest.

“I’ll take her home with us if you want her...” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded my head quickly. My head fell back as they both started kissing on my chest. It was dark enough for Twist to feel comfortable pulling my nipple out, taking it into his mouth. Pink giggled as she opened my thighs.

“We got a viewerrrrrr! They need to subscribe to this shit.”

I cackled, “We should stop then...” I moaned out.

“Nah. I’ma give them something to watch.”

Before I could object, she ducked her head down, kissing me through my panties. Her tongue rubbed up and down the lace. My hand found the back of her head, pushing her face into me more. As I started to pull my panties to the side, a loud smack caused me to jump up.

Someone had left the lounge, almost breaking the door when they did. The thought of a fight or shoot out happening while we were here scared me. I pushed both of them off, fixing my clothes and constantly glancing towards the door.

“What the hell was that?!” I asked, catching my breath after being touched that way for the first time in years.

“The viewer! He was mad you was out like this, girl. He probably will call you.”

“Who?”

“The nigga from the rooftop.”

My heart dropped instantly. I stood up, immediately unlocking my phone and calling him. Straight to voicemail. Although I could barely make out what my phone screen said, I did my best to order an Uber to the shop.

“You chasing a nigga?!” Pink yelled above the music.

“BITCH! That was my nigga. You should’ve told me!”

“Fuck him, come with us!” Twist yelled, pulling on my wrist.

I snatched away, making my way through the crowd. Glancing back, I saw Pink all on his lap and in his mouth. Jealousy didn’t find me. We’re drunk, she got a nigga, Juan ain’t letting Twist fuck with her, and neither of them belong to me. So have all the fun you want.

Once I got outside, I took my shoes off before darting to the Uber and into the backseat. I called Duke’s phone repeatedly, praying it just died or he was using it. Never once did he answer. I had to take quick breaths to avoid vomiting in the backseat. It didn’t help that this mothafucka didn’t know where he was going! A twenty minute drive became fifty minutes quick. I was too drunk, shy, and nervous to speak up.

Duke’s truck came into view as we got on the same street as the shop. I was grateful he was here and not home. So grateful that I hopped out of the Uber before it even stopped. I ran across the cold concrete on my tippy toes to the door. When I pulled the handle, it was locked. My knuckles rapidly beat on the glass, not stopping until he popped around the corner.

I saw the recognition all over his face. Instead of relaxing at the sight of me, he became more tense. We both just stood, staring at each other. The longer he took to come to the door, the more my heart broke.

It was nothing like watching him turn his back, walking away.

“Fuck...” I whispered as I laid my head against the glass.

The hair in my head started feeling uncomfortable. The dress too short. The eyelashes stupid as fuck. It look good, but it was forced. Not me. Having men suck on me while another person is licking me through my panties in public is not me. I tried to loosen up and just turned out to be a loose screw.

The lock turning caused me to pop my head up. Relief washed over me as Duke pushed the door open, letting me inside. I tried to dive into his arms, but his big ass hand palmed my entire face. I remained shocked as he pulled me to the back like I was a fucking basketball. He didn’t let go of my face until I was inside of his office with the door shut.

“Why are you here?” he asked, looking at the ground.

“She... She seen us on the rooftop. She told me you were there and saw. Duke, I couldn’t just stay out there and not come to you.”