Free Fiending for His Love by Angel Williams

her friend’s approval. “You have to come watch me dance one day. Girl, I’m just not a booty shaker, I’m artistic with my shit. I work fucking magic. I be having niggas falling in love and wanna marry a girl up in that joint.”
    Before leaving the mall Michelle dropped three stacks on a bag that she really couldn't afford but she just had to show Charisma that she could ball out she like she was balling out.
    “For sure girl.”
    Heading to the parking lot, about to go their separate ways, Michelle came up with an idea. “Let’s kick it at your crib and you come watch me work for like an hour or so. I’ma leave early and we can hit up a club like old times.”
    Charisma debated and decided why not. “I’ll ride with you,” she suggested.
    She placed her bags in the trunk of Michelle’s all black, trimmed in red Mustang. There was no way in hell she was going to leave her bags resting in her trunk in the mall parking lot. She couldn't wait to get home to sort through her things.
    Michelle fired the engine up to the Mustang and sparked a cigarette.
    Charisma punched her address in her GPS on her phone and got comfortable, placing her seat belt on and reclining her seat back. “Whoa buddy! Slow the fuck down!” Charisma screamed. Her legs kicked up in the air and she fell back into her seat.
    Michelle had to be flying at least 70 miles per hour out of the mall’s parking lot. She quickly jumped into the middle lane cutting off ongoing traffic.
    Charisma began hyperventilating. “Sl-Slow the hell down before you kill me!” she gasped.
    Michelle smiled as she looked over at her friend who had already pissed herself a little. Seeing Charisma’s tail so scared was turning her on. She was in control for once! Michelle pulled up into Charisma and Trent’s driveway and killed the engine of the Mustang. Amazed at their house she instantly envied her friend.
    Charisma quickly jumped out the car. “Damn, you should have really slowed the hell down!” Michelle had her blood pressure sky high. Charisma stormed in the house with her bags in her hand. She rushed to the refrigerator for a glass of water and reached in the cabinet for a Motrin. After downing the pill, she stepped into the living and rolled her eyes at Michelle. “What time do you have to be at work?”
    “As soon as the ballers arrive.” Michelle laughed.
    Charisma shook her head at her friend who had obviously become obsessed with men and money. She remembered a few years back when they were in high school, that Michelle was nick named ‘loose goose’. She got the nickname from being too loose and for looking similar to Mother Goose with her odd body. She stayed off of Market Street with her mother who was an alcoholic and spent most of their funds up on liquor. As quick as the small local liquor store stocked its liquor, Michelle’s mom was right there to make her purchases. Gin was her favorite. If they were out of Gin then she would gulp down anything that gave her a buzz.
    Michelle sought attention from all of the boys and men around the neighborhood. She was definitely as yes-girl. You would think that she didn’t know what the word ‘no’ meant.
    Charisma reminisced on the past, as she got ready. Getting out of the shower, she took her time and stood in front of the floor length mirror observing her body as she lotioned herself.
    She placed a black and red lace bra over her voluptuous breasts and slid a pair of matching red thongs on that disappeared between her ample ass cheeks. She slapped her ass as she continued to look in the mirror and smiled at the way her it jiggled. She was so damn sexy that she turned herself on. Before leaving out she called Trent to let him know that she was hanging out with Michelle.
     

 
    ~Chapter 7~
     
    Michelle walked into Platinum with her Gucci tote in tow. Her stride read confidence and she dared a bitch to try her tonight. She knew she was the baddest thing that would be gracing the stage tonight