“I said what I said,” she replies, snapping her fingers and looking toward the stage as if she has blocked me completely out.
Now, I regret letting her big booty ass sit down next to me. I should have told her the seat was taken. Women like her are too damn sexy to be walking around with shallow-minded opinions.
“So, I look like I’m waiting on a homeboy, huh?” I ask, knowing I should let it go, but I can’t let it go that easily.
“Yeah, you do actually.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because you do.”
“Well, how about I take you home tonight and show you how I really get down? Once I put this dick in your life, you’ll have no doubt that it takes a strict pussy diet.” I treat ladies with class and dignity. However, when I deal with a bitch, they get dick in their stomach all night and sent home before the sun rises. Most of the time, that’s all they want out of the deal.
“You ain’t gon’ do shit,” she says, smiling a little. “I bet you can’t even handle all of this.” She rubs her hand over her breasts, down her stomach, and then over her hanging-off-the-chair ass.
“Dare me.”
“Alright, I’ll bite. Once Alise finishes performing, I’ll see if you can back that shit up you’re talking,” she says.
“Cool.” I order another drink, realizing I haven’t asked her name. It doesn’t matter. After tonight, I don’t plan to ever see her again.
“So you just not gonna order me a drink,” she pouts when my drink order comes back.
“What do you want?”
“Tequila straight.”
“You heard her,” I say to the bartender who’s been standing there listening. “Give her what she wants.”
For the next two hours, we sit on our barstools listening to the new R & B star, Alise, sing hits from her new album. Everyone is on their feet, singing along, snapping pictures with their cellphone, or holding up a lighter in the air. When Alise is done performing, a big-ass white man who I assume is her husband goes up on stage to whisk her away to the back, but not before looking at her like he’s about to make love to her right there on stage.
“You ready?” I ask Miss Booty who has been sitting next to me for hours, drinking and vibing to the beat.
“When you are…” she replies with a smirk.
One thing I do like about her is that she’s not clingy. She has sat beside me like she was one of the homies. No touching, feeling, or even talking too much. Speaking of homie, I take my phone out of my pocket and check my messages. I have been so tuned into Alise’s mini-concert that I didn’t realize Santerían never made it. I pull up two messages from him.
Gonna have to roll solo tonight. Tangela came through wearing nothing but a coat, man, so you know what it is.
Yo… She knocking on the bathroom door now. I’ll hit you back tomorrow.
Miss Booty slides down off the barstool, and her ass follows. She starts to walk toward the door like she knows I will follow her wherever she goes. I definitely am. Once her ass catches its rhythm, my head sways back and forth watching her walk toward the exit. The natural flow of her voluptuousness pulls me behind her like it has me under a spell. I text Santerían back before we reach the door.
Don’t worry about it.
You good?
I got a little situation myself.
When I look up from my phone, I see Miss Booty walking out of the door, and the mystery woman that has owned my thoughts for the past week walks inside of it. A zing of life shoots through me just at the sight of her. She is so deep in conversation with another woman that she doesn’t notice me. They walk over to the lounge area and look around. I turn on my brown loafers to follow her without giving it one thought. Before I take two steps, I’m jolted back in the other direction by my arm.
“We gon’ do this or what?” Miss Booty asks.
“Do what?” I shoot back as I do my best to keep my eyes on my mystery woman. I don’t want to lose sight of her again.
Miss Booty tilts her head to the side and looks at me as if she knows I’m checking out another woman. For the first time tonight, she’s showing an emotion, and it’s jealousy.
“Something just came up, so I’m not going to be able to make it,” I tell her, and scan the room for the mystery woman, who has walked out of my sight.