Free My Thug Got A Rider by Onyxx Black Page A

before making my way back up. I could tell he actually liked the song when I felt him pull me closer and push up against me. I’m fucking with shawty, I’m loving the way that she fucking me, yeah. Kenyon pulled me up so that I was looking back at him while he quoted Future word for word, pulling me closer and grinding like we were fucking right in the middle of the club. Evidently he was not the one to play with in the bedroom.
    “I’ll be right back,” Kenyon whispered in my ear before walking off toward the bar. Three more songs played and I still hadn’t stopped. I had worked up a sweat and my feet were killing me.
    “Aye, one more,” said some busted ass nigga, I had been unintentionally dancing with, as he grabbed my arm.
    “Naw. I’m all twerked out.” The short dark skinned, heavyset man who looked to be in his mid-thirties grabbed my arm harder and tugged me in his direction. “Don’t act like a bitch,” he said catching me off guard. Before I could speak, a fist flew over my shoulder and knocked him clean out. I turned to see Kenyon looking mad as hell.
    “Come on.” He said as I stood there in shock for a second with my hand covering my mouth, before I followed him back to the V.I.P section. I saw a bouncer picking the drunk man up from the ground and escorting him out. “You cool?” he asked me, clenching his jaw.
    “Yeah. You?” He nodded and sat down.
    “You going to sit down or not?” I did and tried my damnedest to strike up another conversation.
    “What happened?” Carter asked, I guess he could tell something was wrong.
    “Nothing,” Kenyon and I answered at the same time, not quite knowing how to explain what just happened.
    ***
    Kenyon
    The way she was throwing the ass at me, I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t even want to dance, but her nosey friend had a point. Seeing another nigga up on that ass pissed me off. I hated to start spazzing out in that mothafucka, but it is what it is, especially after I had some of that brown liquor up in me. We talked about everything, so I knew she had a good head on her shoulders. Just because I was hood, didn’t mean I didn’t talk. I was smart as hell and I needed somebody who could match me on all levels. If I didn’t ask I wouldn’t have even known that she was only 18. Dancing and talking was cool, but I knew I wanted to see what she was about for real. I mean, the rhythm, the song, the way she smelled. I don’t know if she put some voodoo on me or not, but her young ass had me open.
    ***
    Ashanti
    Engrossed in our conversation about Barack Obama and a second term, we both turned around sharply when we heard some loud, female voice calling his name.
    “KEN-YON! I know you heard me, nigga. Where the fuck have you been? I have been calling you all night! It’s important! Why are you not return--”   I must’ve caught her off guard when we both looked up to see who I assumed was Neeka. “WHO THE FUCK IS SHE?” All that hollering was uncalled for. I hated a loud attention seeking, broad. “So you got a new bitch? Huh?”
    Kenyon jumped up from the couch before I had a chance to.
    “Man, TaNeeka I told yo’ lying ass I wasn’t fuckin’ with you no more. You need to chill with all that crazy ass stalker shit. Aight? Chill the fuck out. So what if she is? I don’t have to answer to no mothafuckin’ body.” Usually that’s when bitches felt like they had a point to prove, so I stood up just as her first swing missed my face by an inch. I mushed her and pushed her back. My skirt was too short to be trying to fight, plus I didn’t know how I’d do in these heels. She came rushing at me, knocking us both over onto the table, spilling all our drinks. She had me by a few pounds, but I knew I could take her. I didn’t know whether the liquor was on her breath or if it was just all over the both of us. I rolled over on top of her, pinning her down with my legs and delivered a few solid blows to her face and head before she cowered