Another Hood Love 2

by Jontu'

  I laughed as I grabbed the bottle of Rosé out of the bucket of ice and shook it up. One of the strippers was bouncing her ass in front of me so I popped the top and let the champagne spray all over the girl’s ass. She turned around and smiled at me and then did a handstand on the pole and began popping that shit harder. I grabbed some ones and made it rain on her. She was still wet so some of the bills were sticking to her as she continued to dance. Yeah, we were about to bring the Bay to Miami tonight. Our whole trip, every time we said we were from Oakland, niggas and females just flocked to us. There was no nigga like an Oakland nigga and there weren’t too many bitches that could hold a candle to an Oakland female. I mean, not to toot our own horn but we were definitely in a league of our own.

  Our first stop was Wet Willies. We had been hella different places but out of all the spots, we had to come here again and experience it at night. I went in and put in an order for our first two rounds. The first round, I got us Shock Treatments and for the second, Call-A-Cabs. I loved this place because while I didn’t really care for mixed drinks, their drinks were good and strong as shit. The spot was lightweight moving for a Sunday night and I wanted to just sit back and watch my people enjoy a good time. Shit, I was already planning our next get away in my head. I grabbed my drink and began to sip on the cold concoction.

  “I know you not trying to sit back and be classy tonight of all nights,” Lo yelled into my ear as she flopped down next to me. If we were already drunk, I could only imagine how we would all be by the end of the night. I laughed at Lo and stood to my feet as Rich Homie’s “Walk Through” started blasting from the speakers. This was my shit. It was that one song that always put me in the zone and had me really feeling like that bitch.

  I got up and started twerking my ass as Q walked up on me and I was most definitely feeling myself so I bent over and gave him a little show. The song changed to “Big Tymin’” by Nef the Pharaoh. As soon as that came on we all started clowning. We were in one group and we were turned up to the max. I downed my drink and then motioned to the waitress that we were ready for another round. I had desperately needed this vacation and I was glad my people were here with me. I really wished Gio, China, Tamia and Jamiya could have come but I was definitely making plans for everyone the next time around. Once the music changed to some other shit, I went and sat back down. I was feeling myself but I also was trying to pace myself.

  “You make that shit look good.” I looked up at this tall, dark as night, sexy ass nigga with a thick, neat beard who approached me and sat down facing me.

  I smiled as he stared at me. “Thanks,” I said and looked around to see where my crew was.

  I looked back at the guy beside me and he was still staring at me like I was a piece of art on a gallery wall. “Micah, I’m from Philly and you are?” he asked as he extended his hand for me to shake. Homeboy had the Philly swag on lock and I was definitely not ready to stop looking at his cute ass. I reached out and shook his hand. “I’m Jade from Cali, Oakland,” I said as I decided to not give him my actual name. I mean, I would only be seeing him for tonight anyway.

  We chopped it up for a minute as I continued to drink. I felt myself loosening up some more and I was definitely damn near drunk. I looked around and saw Q staring me down. I winked at him and continued with my conversation. Micah was a great conversationalist and I was definitely having a good time talking to him.

  I excused myself and headed to the restroom. I went into the stall and pulled a baggy from my purse and popped another molly before using the bathroom and leaving out of the stall. I washed my hands and then came out of the bathroom. As soon as I rounded the corner, I bumped right into Micah. I looked up and smiled at him as he smiled back and grabbed my waist, pushing me against the wall. I looked around to see where everybody was at.

  “Don’t trip, can’t nobody see us, ma,” Micah said as he kissed my neck and I felt his hand brush my thigh and reach around and gripped my ass.

  I had never been close like this with a random nigga. It wasn’t my style but I was so high at the moment that I really couldn’t care less. Micah kissed me and I kissed him back passionately, there was no feelings behind it but it felt good to let off a little built up frustration. Micah’s fingers crept up my shorts and worked their way to my wet pussy. I threw my head back and grinded my hips into his hand. This nigga’s fingers felt like magic on me. I hadn’t been touched in months and I really didn’t care to deal with anybody but I was taking advantage of the moment. My mind was foggy and I just wanted to bust a nut.

  I walked back out from the bathroom after I’d washed myself up after Micah’s fingers brought me to two orgasms. I walked back to the table and the crew was all doing their own thing but it was time to shake the spot. We were having so much fun that we didn’t even want to go to any other spots. I rounded everybody up and we headed out and hopped back on the party bus that was waiting for us about a block away. We were faded and clowning like shit.

  We hopped on the bus and continue to get loaded. I got up and went to go tip the driver. Once we got to KOD, he would not be picking us back up. After thanking the driver for his services, I went and sat back down as I rolled up a blunt. Dolo sat down next to me. I liked having him around, he was hella cool. I fucked with him because he was like that big brother, big cousin, he didn’t do no playing and could sometimes be rude as fuck but he had this goofiness to him that would draw everybody to him. I swear he and Q stayed on play time but it made the times way more enjoyable.

  “Damn, quit treating my little nigga like a step child. Nigga like you like a fat kid loves cake and you got a lame nigga all up on you.”

  I hit Dolo on his shoulder. “Boy, hush. I can talk to whoever. I ain’t fuckin’ with your cousin like that. I mean, he cool as fuck but y’all all know I ain’t ready for nothing like what he want,” I said.

  Dolo shook his head and passed me the blunt he was holding. “Yeah, I hear you, just don’t get to flexxin’ once he start bringing a little bitch around,” Dolo laughed.

  “Now why would he do that? I know he don’t want his bitch to get popped on accident.” We both laughed as we passed the blunt back and forth and watched as Lo was putting on a fake little pole routine. I had to give it to her, that bitch had moves. I was definitely about to find out how she learned that shit.

  When we walked into King of Diamonds, it was a little after 2 a.m. and it was thick as hell in there. We had V.I.P so it didn’t matter because our section was already reserved. The hostess led us to our spot and we instantly got comfortable. I ordered a platter of wings, strips and fries and our bottles were on the way. We were too damn drunk to keep on drinking with no food.

  I sat down on the couch and pulled my cash cannon out. I had bought all of us one solely for tonight. I was ready to see some bitches pop that shit; I knew that KOD was one of the hottest strip clubs so I expected to see some amazing shit. Dolo sat down on one side and Greg sat on the other. I was glad that they sat next to me because I had been avoiding Q all night. I just didn’t want my high to be the reason I did some shit I wasn’t really ready for.

  Soon as our bottles came, I grabbed a Patron and a Rosé and popped the tops on both them bitches. We’d turned up in Wet Willies but now we had to turn up for real. The atmosphere in the club was amazing. There were bitches everywhere; they were thick, skinny, cute and bad and I was just trying to have a ball and see some shit I couldn’t see back in Cali. California strip clubs were whack compared to the shit that I’d heard about strip clubs in the south and on the east coast. Those joints were mild and laid back. I guess because they didn’t serve alcohol but this shit right here was the shit.

  I leaned back on the couch with my drink in hand and bottle of Rosé in my other hand as a thick red bone bitch with a long, green weave and cheek piercings came over and started working the pole that sat directly in the middle of our section. We started going crazy, shooting that bitch with hella dollars. She was going to work.

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bsp; Chapter 22

  We ate, drank and caused havoc in that bitch until five in the morning. I was whooped. B grabbed us a couple of cabs, Q and I hopped in one and everyone else hopped in another. This was a set up. I put on my seatbelt as Q gave the driver the address and then we headed back to our villa. I’d had the time of my life. I was high as shit and I was ready to take a shower and crash. I lay my head on Q’s shoulder and closed my eyes as we rode to the villa.

  “You sure do know how to turn up, party girl,” Q said as he rubbed my arm.

  I smiled at his comment before I opened my mouth to respond. “I just use partying as a distraction from my real emotions. The harder I party, the more I can block out my true emotions. I lost everybody that I loved and that shit fucks with me every day so I stay high, stay loaded and stay partying or else I will lose my mind,” I said, giving Q my true feelings.

  I felt him take a deep breath and I inhaled his cologne as I blinked away the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. “I hear that shit, Jae, but it’s more life to live. At the end of the day, you have to keep living and that shit don’t mean partying until you all partied out. That shit gonna have you looking 50 by the time you turn 35 and I can’t be walking around with no broad that look like my mama on my arm.” I laughed and he sat me up to look at him. “Real shit, though, Jae. You don’t want to be that bitch that look like life beat you up. What you need to be doing is focusing on finishing school and making something of yourself. Fuck all this partying. You got enough money to travel the world and own a couple of businesses. Don’t let the setbacks break you, Jae. You way better than that, ma.”

  I shook my head. I knew he was speaking some real shit but I didn’t feel like talking about this shit right now. I lay my head back on the seat and closed my eyes until the cab came to a halt. As soon as we pulled up, Q opened the door and I hopped out. I took a step and I stumbled and fell my ass smooth on the ground. I looked up at Q and burst out laughing.

  “Damn, Jae Money, we see who can’t hold their liquor. You fucked up, ma,” Q said laughing as he leaned against the cab to help me up. He thought he was slick because his ass was loaded, too. That nigga could barely stand up straight talking about me, that’s why he used the car to lean against as he helped me up. When I got up, I looked over as Greg and B were laughing at my ass. We were wasted and the shit was hilarious. Dolo was on the side throwing his life up on the sidewalk and Lo was still twerking to whatever music she had playing in her head.

  Once we were in the house, I tossed Lo the weed and a couple of blunt wraps and handed Dolo a water. His ass had stopped puking so I knew he needed the water to bring him all the way back. Our flight didn’t leave until four the next evening and we didn’t have to be out of the villa until two so we had a few hours to sleep this shit off. I left the crew in the living room so I could go and take a shower. I couldn’t sit any longer being all sweaty and sticky. The weather was different from the Bay. It was hot and humid and it felt like everything was stuck to me.

  I grabbed some panties and a bra and walked into the bathroom and I turned the water on and stepped in as soon as it warmed to my liking. I thought about Tone. Next month would make two years that he, Jah and Laela had been killed and the day that Sage had been laid to rest. It still felt as if it had happened just yesterday. This year the pain was deeper because not only was I going to be mourning their loss, but I was missing my son. Baby Tone had been my light at the end of the tunnel after I lost Tone and Laela. He had become my reason to live, my reason to continue on the plan that we had set out for our lives. Now he was gone and I really didn’t have any direction. I’d heard everything that Q had said to me in the cab but hearing and doing were two different things. Right now, I just needed to do what I wanted, and right now that was in drugs, money and partying.

  I let the water fall over my body and closed my eyes. I didn’t know when I wanted to get my life back on track. All my choices may not have been the best but I was still young and I had time to fuck up and then get it right and if I didn’t, then fuck it. I wasn’t scared of dying. I would give every dollar I had if it would bring back my loved ones but it wouldn’t so until my time was up, I was going to ball out, turn up and do me to the fullest. I wasn’t worried about sex or love. I could pull niggas whenever because I was pretty and cool as shit but after what I’d gone through with Chris and losing Tone, I didn’t want to put any more energy into a nigga. I’d stepped out of my character tonight when I let Micah finger me by the bathroom but sometimes you just had to be a bad girl. Fuck living with regrets and shit; live and learn.

  I stepped out of the shower and rubbed some Aveeno lotion on my body before throwing on a pair of shorts and a Real Housewives of Mouthpiece Society tank top. I walked back into the living room and sat down next to Greg as I threw my legs across his lap.

  “What y’all hoes in here gossiping about?” I asked as I grabbed the blunt out of Dolo’s hands.

  “Oh now we some hoes? This is coming from the hoe that had niggas and bitches in her face all night.”

  I laughed as I threw a blunt wrap at Lo. “Shut up, bitch, and roll up. I ain’t no hoe. I’m just young, fine and wealthy,” I said as I flipped her off. “Speaking of hoe, where the fuck yo ass learn how to work the pole, beezy?” Everybody looked at Lo, waiting on her ass to give an explanation.

  “Well if you nosey mothafuckas must know, I used to strip and my older sister is also a stripper in Atlanta. It’s actually how I ended up getting noticed for modeling,” she said and I smirked.

  “See, I knew there was some shit you ain’t tell me about, hoe!” I yelled.

  We all laughed as we sat around smoking and talking shit. It was after six in the morning and it felt good just chilling in another state, smoking big, drinking big and feeling nice.

  “Aye, Jae, why one of your titties bigger than the other one?” Brayden asked.

  I looked down and laughed. “Nigga, why your mama mustache thicker than ya daddy’s? Nigga, don’t come for me!” We all started laughing. These niggas were retarded as hell.

  “Damn, B. I did see that shit one day. I was like damn, Ms. Parker got a fat ass and a thick ass mustache,” Q said and B hopped up off the couch.

  “Aye, y’all better leave my mama alone. Jae just mad because her feet smell like jock strap and Frito Lay. Bitch been stepping on sweaty balls all day. All my life I had to fight looking ass.”

  I hopped up and stepped in B’s face. “Nigga, take that back!” I said, trying my best not to laugh. “I know somebody that likes it with your ol’ strong back slave looking ass.”

  I turned around and B had thrown me over his shoulder while he pinched my sides. I laughed uncontrollably. “Say uncle!” B yelled as I squirmed while trying to get out of his arms.

  I laughed and hit him on his back. “Nah, fuck that, nigga. Let me go, bruh!” I yelled, trying to catch my breath.

  “Nope, not until you say uncle, or maybe Q might save you. Q, you ain’t gonna come save yo’ bitch?” B said as he spun me around wildly so that he could face Q.

  I was kicking my feet and trying to squirm my way out of his hold but his big ass had me straight stuck. “Man, you see a cape on me? That ain’t my bitch. G Money, you better help yo sister, nigga,” Q said to Greg as he and everybody else started laughing.

  Next thing I know, Lo had hopped up and we started jumping B’s big ass. We were fake stomping him out and shit. We were straight clowning, and I was glad we didn’t have any neighbors or nothing because they would have most definitely been complaining. Shit was too funny. I laid sprawled out on the floor as we smoked the last blunt and just talked about whatever.

  After about another hour of us all just hanging, I was ready to lay it down. I got up and walked into me and Lo’s room and hopped into bed. I grabbed my phone and started uploading pictures to my Instagram and my Facebook. I had so many pictures that I had to make collages. After a couple of minutes, there was a knock at the door.

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�Come in,” I yelled. I looked up and Q’s sexy ass was walking in. “Big Money Q, nigga couldn’t save me but want to come and chill with a real one,” I said and he flashed a half grin as he plopped down at the foot of my bed.

  He grabbed my foot and started massaging it. “Eww, B wasn’t lying. These joints is kind of funky.”

  I kicked him in the chest with my other foot. “Bye, nigga. Get out!” I yelled in between laughs. I swear these niggas play all day.

  I stared at Q for a moment as his eyes looked as if he was looking right through me. His eyes were low and bloodshot red from all the weed and alcohol we had been consuming all night. I was glad that I had invited him and Dolo on this trip. They were hella cool to chill with and tons of fun to turn up with. Especially Dolo. He was my new ace. That nigga was as real as they came and he was with the shit. I loved all these niggas. Was it too much to ask to have all my people with me? Rico had about six more months before he came home and I couldn’t wait. I had missed him something serious. I planned on writing him, Uncle Ken and Lex soon as I got home.

  Q put down the foot that he was massaging and grabbed the other one. “What you in here doing? I thought you were going to sleep,” he asked.

  “I am going to sleep but I was uploading all these pics before I do,” I said as I put my phone on the charger and lay back.

  Q and I started talking about random shit. When we left, he and Dolo would be going back to Vegas. I didn’t really want them to go but I knew that they had business to take care of. Plus, it wasn’t like Q didn’t call me all the damn time anyway. Shit, I talked to Dolo on an everyday basis as well, so I guess it would just be back to normal programming once we headed back to the west coast. Q and I chopped it up for a while and I really enjoyed his conversation. We could talk about any and everything and never have an awkward moment.

  I arched my back and opened my mouth in amazement to what I was feeling. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I blinked and as much as I wanted to stop what was happening, the feeling was way too good. I scooted up and stared down into the sexy set of eyes that were staring at me. I felt their arms grab my ass and pull me back toward them as they placed their entire mouth around my pussy and began to slurp and twirl their tongue around my entrance. I shook my head because this was not what I’d wanted to happen. I wasn’t ready for what was taking place but it was happening and there wasn’t any going back from here. I didn’t know where this would leave us, but I knew this would definitely change our relationship.