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“We both know you don’t want that,” he continued to taunt, glaring into my eyes so seductively he had me ready to beg him to stay if he were to turn toward the door to leave.

Instead of leaving, he moved my shorts to the side then slid one of his fingers into my moist folds, causing a sensation so sweet to rip through my lady parts so strong, I had to bite my bottom lip as I moaned into his ear to keep from howling.

It had almost been a few weeks since we last had good, back-breaking sex, and even if I wanted him to stop, my body wouldn’t allow me to stop him. We went from heading to my bedroom and removing our clothes, to me being on my back and him crunch munchin’ on my snatch. As I laid back and got ready to brace myself for that long-awaited sensation to come, I prayed that he would finish what he started.

CLAUDIA

When I hung up with Kimmie, I turned the radio up in my Panamera and headed to this party this girl Dymond that I knew was telling me about. AsTGIFby GloRilla blasted as loud as my system would go, I rapped to the lyrics feeling myself.

“It's 7 p.m. Friday. It's 95 degrees. I ain't got no nigga, and no nigga ain't got me.” I shouted as I pumped one of my fists in the air making my way out of the parking garage headed toward Lake Shore Drive. The party tonight was in Hyde Park right by the lake at this new club calledThe West Park. From the name of it, I would’ve never thought that it would be the type of club that I would be interested in going too. When Dymond told me that it was an exclusive smoke lounge that ballers and high rollers frequented and was invite only, I was down. That meant some guys on my level would be in attendance and that sounded like my type of venue.

“I'm 'bout to show my ass. These niggas love a freak.” I rapped with Glo but then added my own twist. “And boy will they find, a nasty freak that’s me.”

I pulled up and just like Dymond said, there was private parking in the back of the building which was amazing because there was no parking anywhere on the street. Since this was my first time going and I was basically her guest, she met up with me by the entrance to ensure that I wouldn’t have any problems getting in. Dymond was a pretty red bone with really jacked up teeth. A couple years in some braces and baby girl would be a stunna.

I’ve known her since high school and overall, she has been pretty decent to chill with. Ion too much like how she moves with her other friends because she always tells their business, which made me feel like she would tell mine if I shared it with her. Even though she was cool, and we kicked it every now and then, I kept her at a distance. When it came to having a bunch of friends, I was never that girl. But I had a lot of associates and people that I liked to hang around and have fun with. Kimmie and my mom were the only people I would call my best friends.

I handed my keys to the Valet, then took the young man’s hand as he helped me out of my SUV.

“You look and smell lovely tonight.”

“Thank you. Handle my baby with care.” I smiled as he got into my Panamera.

“Girl, you wearing that ain’t chu!” Dymond complimented as she crip walked toward me being extra.

I had on an all-black, hollow out mini dress that only covered a small part of my stomach, arms, crotch, and back. Everywhere else was exposed in a sexy peek-a-boo vibe that complimented the all-black sleek Tom Ford Lock stiletto heels I was rocking. I normally styled my hair in a silk press, but today I had it in a long sleek ponytail that flowed down to my ass.

Sunflower-Spider Manby Post Malone and Swae Lee was playing as I walked into the venue, and I was instantly impressed. The lights were low with a blue hue, music was lit, drinks were in the air and hookahs were going, but it smelled more like straight weed and money cause damn near every guy that I walked past smelled good. Plush blue velvet booths lined the walls, and small tables were set up throughout the room. People were sitting in the booths smoking, drinking and eating, some were at the bar and others were on the dance floor. It was giving grown and sexy; a total vibe.

I followed Dymond to the bar as I surveyed the room and rocked to the beat. There were so many fine ass niggas in the building I was starting to get a little overwhelmed, so a drink was exactly what I needed. When I went up to the bar, there was a list of featured drinks for tonight and the one that caught my attention was the one that was called, Porn Star.

“Oh bih, you trying to get bent. That’s one of my favorites,” Dymond said as she ordered one also.

I picked that drink because it was the only one that had tequila in it, and it came with a glass of champagne. Once the bartender handed us our drinks, we danced back to the section we were sitting in. Soon as we sat down a waitress came over and took our food and hookah with THC orders then we continued to vibe. I only ordered an appetizer of fried calamari and salmon bites. Once the hookah came and the THC hit my system with the tequila, it had me lit and feeling good.

Baddest in the Roomby Fridayy came on and I got up and wound my hips to the beat. Dancing my way to the dance floor, it didn’t take long before I had a dance partner. This tall, light-skin, finer than a muthafucka man was grinding against me matching me move for move to the beat.

“You damn sho’ the baddest in this muthafucka. What’s your name pretty lady?”

“Claudia…yours?”

“Ermias.” He whispered into my ear as his lips lightly brushed against my skin causing an intense sensation to flow down my back. “You're the baddest in the room, the baddest in the room. The way that you move, I'm focused on you.”

As he sang to the music my adrenaline kicked in a lil and I had to control my breathing. I had just met this stranger, and he was already getting a reaction out of my body. The next song was a lil slower than the last one,Cooped Up/Return of the Mackby Post Malone and Mark Morrison came on as I turned around and faced Ermias. His eyes were low and glazed over like he had hit some strong kush.

He had a full, thick beard that Kimmie and I called a crunch muncher with a mustache and bald fade. He smelled like Baccarat and looked like money in the Dussault Trashed jeans with a white tee that had Dussault in grey on the front and crisp all-white Dior B27 Uptown low top sneakers.

I loved fashion and even though I bargain shopped on Fashion Nova and Shein, I still knew my labels. When he smiled, his golds sparkled and I instantly fell in love. Something about the way he was looking at me made me feel like I may had just found my man.

We danced until the song was over then he followed me back to the section Dymond was in. When we made it over there she was coupled up with some big ass, muscle down nigga.

“Aye E, come holla at me for a minute,” Muscle man said to Ermias as Dymond got up from his lap.

“I’ll be right back,” Ermias said then brushed his finger under my chin and winked at me.

“Not you don’ snatched up Ermias West! Okay friend!” Dymond hi-fived me once they both walked off.

“You know him?! Girl, where did he come from? Dude is fine as fuck. I think I’m in love.”

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