As I dance, the beat totally takes over. The beat is banging against my body like a hard dick, and I rotate and gyrate my hips like I’m trying to bust a nut. As good as I’m feeling, I might just go ahead and bust one. After a few minutes, I open my eyes to discover that my girls are nowhere to be found. Fuck it, I gotta pee anyway.
As I walk upstairs to the bathroom, I spot Shay down the hall, talking to somebody I can’t see. I try and hurry up so she doesn’t see me. I don’t know why I feel like I have to avoid her; it ain’t like she’s some stranger. I just try and forget about it.
I’m finishing up and washing my hands when I hear someone come in. I must be tweaking ’cause I swear I heard a lock turn. I hear footsteps, but no one comes around the corner. As I rinse the silky, lavender-scented lather off my hands with warm water, I see a smooth, chestnut-colored hand extend toward me with a paper towel. I smile and take it as I look back into those hazel green eyes I’d admired earlier.
“Hello again, Ava. What you doing here? I’ve never seen you leave from behind the bar.”
I know damn well what she is doing up here. But I figure I’ll play along with this little game for a minute.
“Well . . .” She stretches the word like she’s figuring out if she wants to let it go. “You forgot your change. We have a special tonight, five-dollar Cosmos. So I thought I’d bring it to you personally,” she coos.
“I know how much it was. That’s all for you, baby girl. Since you’re my favorite bartender and all.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, you know that.”
“Well, there’s one more thing that I wanted.”
“Oh, yeah, and what’s that?”
“Your sexy ass.”
“Girl, stop playing!”
“I told you I wanted to show you how sexy I can get. You’re a free agent now, right?”
“You’ve been knowin’ that. Why you trying to act brand new?” I laugh.
She laughs, too, and tries to put me on Front Street. “Oh, I’m acting brand new? You’re the one straight out the cellophane, acting like you don’t be staring me down. I know you want me and hell, I’ve been wanting you.”
She steps in closer and lifts her leg up to the sink. I can feel the heat of her snatch radiate through the fabric on her shorts. Without warning, she slips her tongue in my mouth and pins me against the sink. I grab two handfuls of all that ass she’s got and pull her closer to me. Our tongues swirl back and forth in an ecstasy-filled dream. And at some point during this creamy bliss, she slips her fingers into my wetness.
“Security!!!” someone yells suddenly from the other side of the door while banging so hard it sounds like the door will split in two any second. “Open up!”
I quickly fix my clothes while Ava hurries to the nearest stall. This fool at the door is still pounding like they ain’t got a lick of sense. I unlock the door and pull it open, as if nothing is going on, and who do I see with a grin slicker than the Cheshire Cat?
“Shay, what the fuck?!? Why are you beating this door down like it owes you money!” I yell at her, pissed, yet a little relieved.
She saunters in like she realizes what’s up. “Where’s Ava?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know! Why you want to know, anyway?” I shoot back, a little irritated.
“ ’Cause Big Roc sent me looking for her. He wanna know why she’s not behind the bar. He needs her to do VIP.” She’s staring me down the entire time she is speaking.
“She’s not in my damn mouth, so why the fuck you staring down it so hard?” She realizes I’m being a bitch for a reason.
She steps in closer so that her lips brush the tip of my ear. She says, low and sultry, “Shit, from what I heard from the other side of that door, sounds like she was well past your mouth and deep up in that pussy.” Damn, was I that loud? “Let me watch,” she asks in something just above a whisper.
“What? You stupid. Go on and get out of here.”
She locks eyes with me, daring me to turn her down. Damn, she smells so good.
“Come on, let me at least watch. Shit, maybe I can even join in.”
As I break her stare and try to push past her, Ava walks out of the stall butt-ass naked, except for them red pumps. She struts her way over to the two of us, grabs my face, kisses me again, and then turns to Shay, licks her lips, and grabs her crotch. As she fondles Shay, she starts to talk, and though she is looking at Shay, I know she’s talking to me. “She can watch. Hell, she can even join in, but I want to be the only one to taste you.” And with that, she presses so hard against my body, I swear I can feel her pulse.
This girl ain’t wasting no time, and neither is Shay. I hear the snap of a rubber and I look over to see she’s already pulled her shirt over her head and behind her neck so only her arms are sticking through. She’s standing there, strap in hand, squirting a travel-size pack of lube on the tip of her dick. I swear, this muthafucka’ thinks she’s a nigga sometimes.