Free My Thug Got A Rider by Onyxx Black

four and five niggas are fucking at the same time it’s hard to tell whose nut landed where. Also, aren’t you, like, forty-five? Why are you here trying to find a father to your child?” Ouch. My bitch could be ruthless when pushed. Kenyon and Carter finally made it back to the table.
    “Hey bae.” Carter bent down and kissed Shauna on the lips in front of Monica. He sat down and pulled her on his lap. Kenyon poured us all a drink and downed his in a matter of seconds.
    Sipping his Hennessey, Carter looked at Shauna and nodded to Monica. “Is this your friend?”
    Shauna took a sip from his cup and shook her head. “Nope. She says she’s your friend. Close friend.”
    Carter looked her up and down. “Nah. What’s your name again?”
    Looking defeated, Monica snapped, “Really? That’s how you are going to do me? Just fuck me and our son, huh? You know what? Fuck you, puto!”
    “Last time I checked, I didn’t have any kids. Try that shit with one of these gullible niggas. NEXT!” Monica walked away and if looks could kill, my girl and her boo would be dead.
    Unfazed and unbothered, Shauna and Carter were in their own little world when Kenyon scooted close to me on the couch.
    “Who you all dressed up for? Gotti can’t see you. All those hoes down there got his attention. You up here getting me mugged by them hatin’ ass niggas.”  He pointed to a few guys that were staring hard into the VIP section.
    “They just wanted to see some Jerry Springer shit go down. Who are you trying to hide from with that hat all the way down on your eyes like that?” I took a long swig from my drink. He laughed and pulled his hat up a little bit. Those light brown eyes, along with those high cheekbones and thick lips did something to me. His smooth caramel skin and all those tattoos. Damn. I thought back to the last time I’d got some D. My thighs clenched together. Yeah, it had been way too long.
    “Nobody. I don’t have no reason to hide.” I laughed and we talked about life for what seemed like hours. Things were going good and I felt he had made one hell of a first impression. He was from the West side while I was born and raised in every place in between. Kenyon had been tight with Carter from childhood and he considered him a brother. Between the liquor, the weed and the conversation, I was sitting on cloud nine.  Aside from Kenyon being a drug dealer, he had crazy book smarts.
    “Do you dance?” I had to ask. There was something about a nigga that could dance, that I found attractive. He looked up at me like I had lost my mind. I guess he wasn’t one of them.
    “Hell naw, I don’t dance.” Shauna pushed Carter’s head away from her neck and stood up.
    “Nigga, do you see all this ass?” She spun me around and pointed at my butt. My mouth flew open. “I know your eyebrows wasn’t the only thing to shoot up, now either take her down there, post your hardcore ass against the wall and let her twerk it on you, or watch from VIP while she popping it on another nigga. We know you all thugged out and gangsters don’t dance. We get it already. What happened to you telling Carter what you were going to do when you sa--”
    “Aye. Chill, man, Carter get your girl.” Kenyon jumped up and grabbed my hand, interrupting Shauna. His face was red and I couldn’t tell whether he was mad or embarrassed about whatever tea Shauna was about to spill. I made a mental note to ask her about that later.
    “Come on.” I watched Kenyon swagger down to the floor, holding my hand practically pulling me behind him. I mentally checked off two favors I owed Shauna. Fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah. Future instantly got me hype. Yo Gotti had gone to the back to take a break and the DJ was bringing everybody out to the floor. I winded my hips along with the beat, and popped up against Kenyon who stood there, occasionally putting one hand on my hip. I dropped down to the floor while bouncing my ass up and down