Page 18 of The Smoke Hour

“Don’t be a sore loser, Fiya.”

“Don’t call me that. The name is Kaifiya or Kai.”

“I think I like Fiya better.”

“Fire?”

“Yes, but more like your name.”

“It’s fee-yah.”

“Yeah, but I prefer fiya because that’s what you remind me of.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You’re full of shit.”

“Either way. Sit down and take this ass whupping I’m about to lay on you again.”

I won the next round as well, and Kaifiya removed her butter yellow and fuchsia floral print skirt.

“Sitting across from you, with your tits about to bust up out that bra like that, got a nigga feeling horny as hell. Fiya, you ain’t got shit left but that thong and bra. In a minute, you gon’ be butt ass naked.”

“Still got my shoes,” she stated and kicked her feet from underneath the table.

She wore a pair of yellow strappy sandals.

“I’ll have the pleasure of removing those. Might suck each of those cute, little ass toes into my mouth just to see you cream and soak your panties.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a toe-sucking man.”

“I’m a horny, freaky muthafucka, Fiya.”

She giggled, and I thought she liked the little nickname I’d given her. Too bad she was engaged to someone else.

I lost the next round, and I had to remove my dress shirt. I lost the third round also, which saw me removing my shoes. I was down to my pants, socks, boxer briefs, dress shirt, and undershirt.

“All right. We’re neck and neck. Let’s say that since you have more clothes on than I do, how about you give up two items of clothing on the next round that you lose.”

I shrugged. “Ain’t no shame in my game.”

After winning the next game, she stated, “I get to pick what you remove.”

“Fine.”

“I want the pants gone and the shirt. Let me see those chicken legs and that beer gut.”

I laughed. “Oh, Fiya. You got jokes and shit. A nigga ain’t ever missed out on leg day, and I’m packing a twelve-pack under here. Ain’t no kegs on your boy,” I replied, patted my abs, and then removed my shirt and pants.

Her eyes jumped slightly when I made my dick bounce in my boxer briefs. I saw her watching my shit, and when her gaze rose to meet mine, I just smirked at her.

Before we could get started on the next round, I leaned across the table and asked, “How ’bout we up the ante?”

“I’m listening,” she said as she shuffled the dominoes.

“If I win the next game, not only will I select the article of clothing that you have to remove, you owe me a kiss.”

“What?”

“I mean, you said you’d whip my ass and all. So, you ain’t got shit to worry about, right?”

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