Page 43 of Anything Necessary for Her
“They’re always looking for servers at Compton Boys Diner, and they hire high schoolers in the summer. I can see about getting him a job.”
“Shakur won’t be suspicious about you helping my kid brother?” I raised a brow. I personally couldn’t give less of a fuck about what Shakur thought, but I knew Banks cared, and therefore, I had to care somewhat.
“No. I will ask Presley to hire him.”
“But her husband is the owner, if I’m not mistaken.”
“He is, but pussy is power, ain’t you heard? If I want something from my brothers, I go through my sisters.” She winked, making me chuckle and nod at her strategy.
“I’m with that, at least until I open my own shit.”
“What are you opening?” She adjusted my hoodie, and her touch made a nigga’s skin prickle, causing my response to come out delayed due to the shock.
“Nothing yet.” I offered a confused smirk. “I need to think of some shit, though, that’s gon’ actually make money in a city that got everything.”
“Put something in the hood.” She looked off like she was thinking. “What do you like to eat?”
“Barbecue.”
“Do that. Niggas surely want something else besides Woody’s off Crenshaw and Slauson.”
I chuckled, pondering on her idea that was actually smart.
“Might be on to some shit, Peep.” My brows furrowed as I thought more on it.
“I always am.” She put her legs back across my lap, but this time, she was much closer, so when I turned to look at her sexy ass, we were damn near nose to nose.
Having the same idea, we pressed our lips together so lightly it was more akin to a brush of our mouths.
Her hand gravitated to my beard as her mouth sunk more into mine as my hand ran up her smooth thighs. We sucked one another’s lips becoming hungrier with every second, before I slipped my tongue into her mouth, making her moan.
My hand eventually landed on her round ass, giving it a rough, longing squeeze as she bit my lip. We kissed some more, passion heightening the longer the shit went on before I started to feel guilty as fuck.
Smacking her on the ass, I said, “Chill out.” Turning away and tucking my lips in, I concealed my mouth with a hand as all kinds of shit journeyed through my mind.
“Take your clothes off. We can just sleep, I promise.” She started peeling the covers back, urging me to stand.
I removed my hoodie, T-shirt, and my joggers before going to take a piss and then joining her in the bed.
“We can’t lay like this too long, Peep. My dick won’t ever go soft,” I admitted, making her laugh.
“Fine.” She turned to face me, and as if our eyes were on the same wavelength, I leaned forward to peck her slowly. “Last one,” she whispered, reading my thoughts as I bobbed my head to affirm.
“It’s packedas hell in here!” Kailey shouted as she gripped my hand tightly while we barged our way through the tightly packed patrons of the club.
Kailey, some of the ladies from Prolific Pointe, and I decided to go out for the night. We did this occasionally, not often, and in most cases, we always had a good time. I loved having people around that did what I did professionally because there were just things my family members didn’t understand the way they did.
“I know!” I nodded, following behind Briana, who had my hand in hers.
The seven of us were linked by hand to be sure we didn’t get lost in the thick crowd swaying and bouncing to Nicki Minaj.
We’d all pitched in for a section, so as soon as we entered it, a few ladies came over to give us an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne, vodka, tequila, and then a couple carafes of juices. We immediately began making ourselves a drink, butof course, Nikita, who I didn’t even want to come, just had to be bougie and order a cocktail, while complaining about the choices.
For the next twenty minutes, we all danced, drank, and laughed our asses off at random shit, while Nikita sat on the edge of the velvet couch, most likely scoping for niggas. Two things Nikita loved was ballet and new dick.
“How y’all doing?” Some deep voice eclipsed the music almost, making the rest of us who weren’t Nikita, turn around to see a group of niggas swaggering into our section.
The ladies, minus Kailey and me, all spoke softly and seductively, sizing up the okay looking men.
