Page 2 of Drill Session

I knew what type of shit this place was on when we arrived at the club. At the door, they took our phones and offered ecstasy pills. Akira looked at me for approval, but I told her not to take it, at least not right now. When weed and brown liquor gets in her system, she gets horny and does the craziest shit. Though this was the place, it wasn’t the time. I wanted her to be in the comfort of her home if she took it. I was cool for now myself; I smoked on some weed and this lil’ bottle of Patron had me on my level for now. It was the only way I could play along with this crazy ass role play shit Lucky and Jalisa mentioned. No doubt it was building up the momentum, but the next muthafucka who approached my girl was gon’ have to catch this fucking fade. Lucky for them, I couldn’t be strapped because I was ‘bout ready to air this bitch out. Akira was loving this shit, taking this role-playing shit too far.

Leaning up in the booth, I scrunched up my face and stroked my beard, hawking at Akira and the pretty lil’ junt who was whispering and touching on her and shit. As I tilted my head, I felt a tap on my shoulder, causing me to jolt my head back.

“Are you here alone?” the woman asked me. She was a snowflake, but she wasn’t ugly, far from it, but she wasn’t my type, and she wasn’t Akira. “I been eyeing you all night,” she told me more than I asked.

My brow rose, “And?”

She nervously chuckled as she put a strand of hair behind her ear. The music was loud, so she had to keep bending her head down and talk near my ear so I could hear her, and I wasn’t too fond of that.

“My girls,” she pointed behind her with her thumb at a group of other women with their eyes in our direction. I nodded my head at them, keeping my greeting at a minimum because anything else would invite them over for a conversation or lead their home girl right here to think I was interested. The last time I fucked a white girl; I wasn’t feeling that shit. I was young back then, but I’ll never forget tasting some white pussy. It was salty like a saltine cracker and tasted like olives. I had to have been gone off a bean or something to do some buck wild ass shit like that. To make her never forget what black dick felt like, I fucked her, giving her daddy long strokes, killing that white ass pussy to some negro spirituals playing in the background.

“They dared me to come over and talk to you,” she leaned back and smiled, her cheeks turned beet red, mimicking blush.

“They dared you to look stupid then.” Waving her off, I told her, “Gone back over there and enjoy your night. It won’t be with me though.”

Looking embarrassed, I felt bad, but I didn’t tell her goofy ass to come over here and talk to me. I was letting her down in a nice way, at least this was nice to me.

“Okay fine,” she sighed. “Who is she? Who is the girl that has you brushing me off like this? You don’t find me attractive? I bet your girl can’t make you cum like me.”

I chortled at the bait she was throwing at me. “Check this out lil’ saltine cracker, I’ll suck the nut out my girl’s pussy and spit it on you. Get the fuck ‘way from ‘round me bruh!”

She gasped and kept her mouth gaped open before darting her way back over to her girls. Nearing them, she glanced back at me before talking shit. One of them threw a middle finger up and mouthed that I was an asshole. The “asshole” in me couldn’t hold back the laughter for shit. Shaking my head, I turned back around and noticed ‘ole girl was still in Akira’s face, leaning over on her, whispering in her ear, touching on her shit. When my baby’s eyes looked over at me, I took that as a sign that she needed me to intervene. Standing up, I pulled my Valabasas jeans up and made my way through the live crowd on the dance floor and draped my arm across her waist, giving it a slight squeeze, fuck all this role play shit for now, we can do this shit some other time.

“Wassup baby, you good?” I asked her and kissed her on the forehead, then acknowledged the lady. “I’m Drill.”

Wavering her eyes over my body, she looked back at Akira, then back at me again before swiping her tongue across her full lips. “I’m Saira, Akira, my baby, is this your boyfriend?”

“Um,” she looked at me before nodding her head, waiting for my approval.

As of yet, we didn’t have a title, all the fucking and shit we been doing, it was never mentioned between us, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t want to make her mine and make this shit permanent, but I didn’t know shit about being in a relationship. Keeping it cool, we used lil’ terms like calling each other baby and bae and we did relationship shit, but it wasn’t established.

“He’s just a friend,” she stammered, making a scoff.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m the friend who be rearranging her guts, making her pussy cream on my dick at any command. I’m the friend who sucks on toes, tongue fucks her pussy and ass to make her cum too, and when I’m ready to nut I suck it out of her and tongue kiss her before making her swallow it, but yeah, I’m just a friend.” I stated, with a shrug, my toned laced with nonchalance.

Saira looked a bit taken back as she put her hands on her chest in shock. Her brows creased before she gulped and bit down on her lip, appearing enticed by my statement. “I’d love to show the both of you around. I hear this is your first time to Lover’s Island,” she smiled. “Are you staying at Lover’s Inn?”

Akira opened her mouth to speak, but I squeezed her shoulder, stopping her from doing so. “Naw, but we’re nearby.” With a frown on her face, Akira shook her head after looking at me. Returning it back, I frowned before finishing my sentence. “We’ll take you up on that offer though.”

She waved the bartender over and asked for a napkin and pen, and while scribbling her name and number down she kept eye fucking my baby, like she was a cooked steak. “I hope you don’t be a stranger while you’re here,” she told Akira, before kissing her on the cheek then walked off.

Nervously, Akira looked up at me and cleared her throat. I noticed the shot was gone and her eyes were low, indicating she was tipsy as fuck. I knew she had been a tad bit intoxicated to let Saira do all that flirting and shit with her. The few times I mentioned other bitches whether her and Jalisa fucking off, she shot me down with the quickness, always saying pussy don’t make her wet and she only watched lesbian porn to get off. I let her have it, but a drunk soul never lies.

“Um, are we still role playing,” she bored her eyes into mine. They were glossy and red.

“Fuck all that shit for now, let’s go.” I dropped my arm around her waist and helped her off the bar stool. “We’re about to dip out bae.” I told her more concisely, like she didn’t know what I meant when I said we were leaving the first time.

I didn’t miss the pout on her face when I said it, but I was firm on that. Seeing the look on her face shocked the fuck out of me because like me, Akira is anti-social and only talked to people who spoke to her. In her career field, it was in her nature to spark up a conversation, but besides that she’d give people the cold shoulder. Tonight, her mean ass ain’t do none of that shit. Every nigga in here who looked her way, draped their arms around her waist and let it linger there a little longer than I cared for. She was all smiles, ogling into their eyes and shit, pissing me off by the second. I wasn’t fond of coming to this lil’ freak spot and I sure as hell wouldn’t be bringin’ my ass back to this lil’ freaky ass spot now that I saw how the muthafucka’s in here really get down.

When we reached the exit, I dug in my pocket and gave the girl behind the counter a ticket with my number on it and she passed me our phones. Every way Akira moved, niggas and bitches eyed her like a fuckin’ hawk. For what it’s worth, I didn’t mind, because I’m not an insecure ass nigga. I knew when Akira stepped out the bedroom dripped in sexy from head to toe, she was bound to break a few a necks and turn some heads, making bitches mouths drop to the floor. That was her aura. It was embedded in her. God created her with sexiness to taunt others with it and that’s how she lured me in. I’d be a selfish ass nigga to be jealous of that. The ginger, burgundy, backless top had her suckable breasts looking good to a blind eye. However, one wrong move and they’d be on display. To further tease, her curvaceous ass looked good as fuck too, in the skintight black skinny jeans. Her French tip painted toes were laced in a pair of black Bijoux Gianvito Rossi heels. Heels that she complained about walking in often, that’s when she schooled me on the designer’s name when I got on her for thinking shit was a fashion show all the time. In her realm, it was all eyes on her, engrossed in her world with a beauty so captivating she’d lay the prettiest bitch in the room to rest. Then there was me, the nigga with an itchy trigger finger, ready to lay a nigga out if he touched her the wrong way. Just that quick I was ready to turn this shit from Lover’s Island to Heaven’s Paradise over her. All for too many looks and long conversations.

My eyes were glued to her ass as she walked in front of me with our hands clasped together. It was pretty windy outside, but it was beautiful as fuck out here. Couldn’t nobody else convince me to come out here and I didn’t travel much so I didn’t know what to expect of all this. The beautiful palm trees, the clear electric blue water and the sand was something I’d be crazy to complain about.

Catching my attention, Akira looked back at me with a smile, and I coyly returned it. “How far are we from the beach house?”

Squinting my eyes, I looked around the area scoping it out. We couldn’t use our phones, but on the way to the club I used my sense of direction and counted how many times the driver made turns while Akira sat in my lap, engrossed in her phone, looking dense without a fucking care as if she needed to with me anyway.

“In those,” I nodded my head at her heels, “You sure?”

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