Free Giving Him Something He Can Feel by Damenia Uvonda Page B

started to flow, I realized I was going against the “G” code by having diarrhea at the mouth. I told Shawn everything that took place that day with Kandi and how I snuffed that nigga Alex. Shawn was shocked because just like me, everyone thought Kandi was the good girl. No one ever saw her as the cheating type.
    “Fuck all that shit nigga,” Shawn said. “We’re getting fucking wasted and going to the city my nigga.” Mocking Smokey’s character from the movie “Friday,” Shawn recited, “I know you don’t normally get high, but its Friday, you’re girl just fucked around on you, so you getting high tonight nigga.” We both laughed. Shawn rolled a joint, we got spaced-out, and then we headed to Magic City. “Make sure you stock up on $1s man, don’t be giving out no damn five and ten dollar bills nigga,” Shawn said sarcastically.
    As we walked in the club, Young Jeezy was playing in the background and all the hoes were out dancing on the stage hoping to land a baller for the night. A few of the hoes were doing tricks on the pole like they were mermaids. Everybody in that bitch was drinking, smoking, throwing cash, and having a good time. By that time, I was already feeling myself from the Hennessy shots. Shawn was nowhere in sight as normal but it was cool because I was fucked up and in my zone. I look around at all the chicken heads running around looking to get plucked and then I spotted a hen. I mean that bitch was bad, the head bitch of the coop. I saw her glance at me and start to walk over. I thought to myself, “This bitch here can get the business.” She favored Nia Long from the movie “Love Jones.” She walked over and finally approached me. She was smiling and licking her lips.
    “Hey cutie, I don’t think I ever seen you here before. My name is Lola.” That bitch was fine.
    “What the hell you doing working in here Lola?” I asked her. I didn’t really give a fuck; I just wanted to spark a conversation.
    “It pays the bills so I gotta do what I gotta do right?”
    “Yeah you right, well let me contribute to your income. Let me get a private lap dance?” She took a sip of whatever she had in her cup and said, “That’s a hundred dollars for two songs. You sure you wanna private dance from me?” I guess she figured I couldn’t afford it because I wasn’t iced out and dressed to her liking. Her ass must be used to all those niggas playing her out of some money.
    “Yeah I’m sure baby girl…” I dug in my pockets in search of some cash. “And listen, money’s not a thing to me alright. So let’s go Miss Lola.” She took my hand and guided me to the private dance area. Once I got in the room, I gave her $200 for the dance. She looked surprised.
    “It’s only a hundred dollars sweetie why you give me $200?”
    I had never heard a stripper tell a nigga he tipped her too much. “That’s your tip if you do a good job with this dance,” I told her. Lola went straight for it and started dancing slowly. She was moving her body slow like a snake. Next thing you know she was on top of me grinding and humping. She had on a black and white two piece outfit. The outfit caught my attention because it was cheaply made. The rhinestones were falling off while she was stroking on my dick. The club rules was supposed to be no touching but I managed to grab a titty or two every now and again. Shit, they didn’t put those curtains up for nothing. My dick was hard as a missile and started to rise through my pants. At that point, all I wanted was some head. She was grinding on me like she wanted it anyway, so I offered a suggestion. “I’ll give you two hundred dollars for a quickie and some head.” It didn’t take her long to deliberate because Lola pulled my pants down and started sucking. “DAMN!” Her mouth felt so damn good.
     
    My dick needed to be resuscitated and Lola had the CPR experience to do it. I placed my hands on the back of her head to keep up with her bobble head