Free Love Will Lead You Back by Tina J.

but it’s just to fuck; nothing more, nothing less. I’m starting to think he’s confusing love with lust, and you know the type of bitch I am. I’m not about to let him play me out like he does the rest of those ho’s he be with.”
    “I agree. Ok, so where’s this thing Amber’s having at, and what type of dudes will be there?”
    “I don’t know, but you know strippers only hang with big timers. Maybe, we can find you a new boo thing too.”
    “I’m good.”
    “Girl, please. I know you and Giselle fuck every now and then, but I know you miss a nigga running up in that daily. You and Chase fucked almost every day, so I know you miss it.” I grinned when she mentioned his name, because he always had my legs up when we were around each other. But he and I also spent a lot of time together hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. B left my office and told me we would go shopping after work to get something to wear for Saturday.
    The day of the BBQ, we drove my car because B didn’t feel like driving, and I was leaving when I was ready to go. B would stay around for hours to party, but not me; she knew when I was ready, she would have to leave too. We drove to Rahway, NJ and pulled into some park that was overflowing with niggas and thirsty looking chicks. It was early May, but you wouldn’t know that by the way the women were dressed in barely nothing. The minute our feet touched the gravel, the catcalls started.
    “Spring, not here, not today.” That shit was a pet peeve of mine. Why couldn’t men just see a pretty woman and compliment her instead of treating her like a piece of meat. Oh, and let’s not forget how they grab on you at the club; that shit irks me too. I had on some black leggings that showed off my hips and ass, with a lilac ruffle top that crisscrossed in the middle but showed off my cleavage. I wore some black jagged pumps by Jimmy Choo. B wore some black leggings too with a fitted shirt that flared out a little around her stomach. She also had on a pair of open-toe bootie ankle boots by Jimmy Choo. The men were staring and the women hated, just as we expected.
    “Hey, you made it.” Amber came over by us. She took us over where she was sitting with some of her stripper friends I guess. These women were barely dressed, and their asses were humungous. I didn’t see any candidates I would even consider to let taste me. We introduced ourselves, and the girls turned out to be cool as hell. The longer we sat, the more people showed up.
    “What’s up shorty?” Some dude said behind me. I turned around, and the dude was leaning against the table talking to some ugly chick, but I guess, when you’re half-naked, any man will try. I couldn’t help but notice how fine he was, and wonder why he would be wasting his time on someone like her. He was dark-skinned like Morris Chestnut with no resemblance. He had deep waves in his hair, a dimple, you only noticed if you were staring like I was, and his teeth were white as hell like he was using those white strips. He had on a pair of distressed jeans from Dolce & Gabbana with a black button down and a t-shirt underneath. His Buscemi sneakers were black and looked brand new. He had a diamond in his right ear and a necklace hanging. I wasn’t sure what type of shades those were on top of his head, but I’m sure they were expensive.
    “That’s my brother, Boo.” Amber said when she saw me staring.
    “Mm, well Boo is fine as hell; he can get it.” I said too loud, because he responded.
    “Hmm, I can get it, huh?” I refused to turn around. I knew my face was probably bright red, and I didn’t want him to see it. “Don’t get shy now. Turn around lil’ mama.” The bass in his voice was intoxicating. Everyone at the table was laughing except one chick who looked like she was mad. I turned around, and he was standing there looking sexy as hell.
    “Who is this Amber?” I heard him ask, as he licked his lips, and he looked me up and