Page 14 of The Big Catch

Nadine and Gabrielle wore wide smiles as they greeted each other. “A time is about to be had. Are y’all ready to have some fun and meet some good ole country boys?”

“Yes! I know I’m ready to find me a good, cornbread fed, country man,” Gabrielle responded to Nadine. “Hell, best friend, I bet if you get some country dick, that attitude would be a lot cheerier.”

I ignored them to make sure my babies were comfortable in their beds. My daddy came over yesterday and changed out the room door of My Boy and Stitch’s room to a half door. I didn’t think to do that, but I was so happy that he did. They were tucked under their covers and sleeping peacefully. When I came back to the living room, Gabrielle extended a shot glass out for me to take. “I thought you didn’t drink, Nadine.”

Nadine had a shot glass in her hand, which brought me a pause. “Girl, this is water. When in Rome, at least look like you do what Romans do.” She lifted her water filled shot glass. “To a night filled with good vibes, fun, and country boys.”

We all tapped our glasses on the kitchen island, then downed our shots. It would be an interesting night. I wasn’t looking for a country boy, but dick would be nice.

We’d been at the club for a little over an hour, and I was pleasantly surprised that it was in fact a vibe. I found out when we got here that Tink owned the club. She knew not to tell me that shit beforehand because I would never have come. Tink was already here when we got here. I did what I promised Gabrielle and Nadine that I would do by nicely greeting her. She must have made her own promise because she returned the niceness.

“Girl, look at that nigga over there near the bar. That man is fine as hell.” Gabrielle nudged me before she pointed toward the bar. She leaned over me to get Nadine’s attention. “Aye, you know him?”

We sat in a VIP section that was very plush. The section had an oversized booth that was comfortable and functional. There was enough space in the section in front of the booth to dance. We didn’t order food, but shortly after we arrived, food came out for us to eat. I wasn’t surprised that it tasted amazing. If country people didn’t know how to do anything, they knew how to cook.

Nadine followed Gabrielle’s finger to see if she knew the man that she pointed at. From the overzealous smile that she gave, it was clear that she did. “Yes, I do know him. Let me go get him.”

Before either of us could say anything, she was up and out of the section. I leaned over toward Gabrielle. “That looks like Toolie. He’s Tink’s brother.”

“Oh, that’s even better. He’s not a complete stranger.” When she did a little jiggle in her seat, I wanted to bop her on the head.

“Bitch! He’s a stranger to your horny ass.” I couldn’t stop laughing at her ass. My best friend worked hard. I wouldn’t give her too much grief about her desired harlot activities.

Nadine brought back more than her cousin to the section. “Gabrielle, this is my cousin, Toolie, and my brother, Gunner. Y’all, this is my new friend, Gabrielle. She’s also Belle’s best friend.”

I moved around in my seat under the stare of Gunner. I hadn’t seen or talked to him since I took My Boy and Stitch home. Toolie walked to the side of the booth that my best friend was on, then slid his ass in the booth. I expected Nadine to slide in, but she insisted that her brother slide in first. She snickered at the eye of death that I gave her.Can’t trust bitches for shit.

“What’s up, Miss Belle? Surprised to see you in a place like this. I would have thought this place was too low-class for you,” he snipped.

I wanted to say something smart, but I felt Nadine’s eyes on me.I hate making hard promises.I counted to ten in my head before I smiled. “Hi, Gunner. This place is out of my norm, but I decided if I want to get different results, then I have to do something different. Class is a state of mind.”

His body leaned away from me, and his head bucked back. “Well, damn. I guess your dad was right. How are my babies doing since you dognapped them?”

I giggled at his choice of words. Before I answered, the bottle girl came over with a tray of shots. Toolie told her to pass the shots out. She gave each of us two shots, but Nadine got two empty glasses that she poured water into. “Alright, y’all betterhit these back-to-back,” Toolie instructed. Seconds later, we all took our shots down.

After I chased the shot down with my soda, I answered Gunner’s question. “My babies, My Boy and Stitch, are doing great. They love their room, and I found a new recipe that they both love. It’s a turkey and quinoa power bowl. Oh, I didn’t dognap them. I simply took them home.”

I reached for one of the other shots on the table. Before I could take it, Gunner grabbed my arm. “I know you’re not about to take a shot without me. What fun would that be?”

My cheeks felt warm as they rose. “I guess none. Let’s do it.”

We tapped our shots, then took them. My head snapped toward Gabrielle when she bumped me. With a drunkenly giddy smile, she said, “You know the drunker your mouth gets, the looser your pussy gets.”

“So, I guess you’re looser than a goose down there, huh?” Gabrielle could think that I didn’t notice that she’d had a few more shots since the first two we took. Toolie’s arm was locked around her neck, and she was snuggly leaning into his side. “Yeah, looks like Toolie will be using his toolie tonight.”

She leaned forward, gazed at Gunner, then back at me. “Shit, it looks like Gunner’s going to be shooting some bullets himself. Wonder if he’s going to hit his target.”

My attention went back to Gunner when his hand gripped my leg. I jumped from the coldness of it against my bare skin that was exposed. “Aye, I’m talking to you. Keep your attention here.”

Now my body leaned away from him. “Excuse me? You sure are a demanding person. Give me one good reason why I should keep my attention on you.”

He grabbed two more shots, pulled them in front of us, then wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. My body stiffened when the warmth of his breath tickled my ear. “If you keep your attention here now, I just might keep my attentionon that mean pussy later. As mean as you are, I know that pussy got some bite to it.” He picked his shot glass up, tapped it on the table, then downed it.

My body embarrassed me when it shivered. There was no way that my pussy just embarrassed me by giving me a sneak peek orgasm. I grabbed the shot glass, tapped the table, then downed it in record time. My pussy started disrespectfully leaking after he kissed my neck and commended me by saying “good girl.”What the hell is happening?

“Don’tyou drop that fucking back, Belle. You talked all that mean girl shit. Let me find out you can’t take dick,” I taunted her.

A couple more drinks at the club led to Belle and me on a wall with her dancing on my dick, to us kissing on that same wall, to her leaving with me. Fucking was the next sensible thing to do.

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