Around 1:00, people began to check their phones. It was time to go. Furthermore, everyone at the party was aware that a few more inches of snow were due to fall in Chicago that night. That, and the fact that the temperature was due to drop and the wind was going to pick up, coming in off of Lake Michigan, meant that people wanted to be at home with the heat turned up before all of that went down.
Nikki eventually made her way into the dining room. She confidently ignored the various attitudes and bad vibes she got from the women in the room. In fact, she felt sorry for any woman who resented what she had going for herself rather than appreciating it. On the flip side, Nikki loved the attention of the men at the party, not caring if they had a woman on their arm on not. However, she couldn’t help but take glances at Breon as well as other men at the party. She remembered him being so fine back in high school, especially when he was well known for being the quarterback on the school’s football team. She would smile at him every so often, wishing that she could rip his clothes off and give him what she’d wanted to give him all those years ago. Nikki then looked at a guy who was built like a presently playing football player. Her eyes zoomed in on his hand, noticing that he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. That, to her and a lot of women, meant that even if a man did have a live-in girlfriend, he was not officially taken and therefore still single. She could care less about whoever the chick was that was sitting next to him, as she was nowhere close to being as pretty.
“I swear, I’m so sick of this bitch and I don’t even know here like that,” a woman said, waving her head side to side. The chick, Renee, looked at her man, Marcus. Marcus had been sitting next to Renee since the two of them had arrived at the party. At first, things were going well. However, once Nikki showed up, everything had changed. Not only were his eyes on Nikki as if Renee were not sitting right next to him, but Nikki’s attitude could surely be smelled from a mile away. “I remember that bitch from high school and couldn’t stand her ass then.”
“What you got to say to me?” Nikki asked, jerking her neck around to look in the direction of the comments. “I know you not over there talkin’,” she added.
Renee, who was a little plump with a freckled face and wonderful, thick brown hair squinted her eyes as she looked across the table. Just then, all of her memories from high school came running back. Even though it had been some years, she still didn’t really care for this chick. Something about her just seemed to be too untrustworthy, and her eyes were a little too hungry and disrespectful.
“And if I am?” Renee asked. “What the fuck you gon’ do about it? I see the way you lookin’ over here at me and mines.”
“Girl, somebody that is pretty gotta show yo’ man some attention,” Nikki said. “Judging by the way he lookin’ at me, he obviously cannot be all that entertained with whatever he got over there…or whatever he think he got.” Nikki rolled her eyes and turned away. “Don’t look like it’s much to be but a bunch of donuts and fat rolls.”
“Oh no this bitch didn’t,” Renee said, jumping out of her seat. At this point, everyone in the dining room was watching. People in the kitchen were now alert, but not fully aware that there was a full blown argument brewing. “Bitch, you lucky we in this house and shit or else I’d beat that ass so bad that you can’t be lookin’ over here and shit. Why don’t you stay over there and worry about that fake ass of yours?”
“Huh?” Nikki asked, standing up. She twirled around for a moment, making sure to give every man in the room ample time to feast their eyes on the lovely sight that was indeed her backside. “Ain’t shit on me fake, bitch,” she said. “Now you sound like a fuckin’ straight up hater. Just cause you gettin’ fat don’t mean that you gotta go actin’ like those of us who managed to keep it together since high school, since some of us obviously ain’t,” Nikki pointed at Renee, “don’t mean you have to go hatin’. I swear, I don’t get chicks like you. How you gon’ be mad at me because your man was lookin’ a little too hard over this way?”
“I ain’t mad at him,” Renee said. “My problem is with you and all you dick hungry THOTs out here that make it that much harder on us real women.”
“Real women?” Nikki asked, resenting being called a THOT because she knew that she was the best looking chick in the room by far. “Bitch, you two Pepsi’s away from being like that chick on Precious. Just give it a little more time.” She laughed, not caring if the rest of the women in the room where on her side or not. “What you should be doin’ is instead of try’na come at me because you think I’m lookin’ over at your man or he is lookin’ over at me, you should be try’na ask me how I stayed pretty since high school.” She looked Renee up and down once more. “Damn, girl, now that I look at you a little more, I remember you. You were there, back in school, in the shadows and stuff. But damn, life ain’t been that good to you. How you already lose it all and we ain’t even got close to being thirty years old yet?”
At this point, Renee’s rage had taken her back to the streets. She was always a fighter, and was never hesitant to go at it with a chick who disrespected her. And disrespect was exactly what Nikki had been dishing out since she’d come in the door. She stuck her ass out extra far when she hugged any man. Her attitude with the women at the party simply stunk – stunk in such a way that let them know that she thought that she was better than them. Her eyes rested a little too long on any man at the party. In Renee’s eyes, looking was one thing. However, thirsty chicks was something that she just could not tolerate.
Ignoring the suggestions coming from Aunt Brenda and Wayne to “cut all of that out,” Renee made her way around the dining room table. And the other women made sure to not budge in their seats, as they didn’t want to stop this chick Nikki from getting exactly what she deserved.
“You thirsty ass hoe,” Renee said, walking up to Nikki. All eyes in the house were now on the two of them. Wayne struggled to say anything, as his words were obviously falling on deaf ears. And he sure didn’t mind seeing a couple of chicks fight, even if the party was for Jayron’s coming home. “Bitch, you lucky we in this house or else I’d beat that ass like I wanted to back in high school when you was suckin’ my boyfriend’s dick.”
Nikki snickered, looking at Renee’s body. “Damn, girl,” she said. “I really be wonderin’ how you get a boyfriend. Well, I kinda did then too.”
Renee was done talking at this point. With Nikki now standing up directly in front of her, Renee reached out and slapped her across the face. The entire house could hear the ring of the palm of Renee’s hand making contact with Nikki’s face.
“Oh no this bitch didn’t!” Nikki said as she grabbed the side of her face. Within an instant, Nikki had retaliated by slapping Renee across the face. With everyone at the dining room table now standing up, and the people in the kitchen crowding the doorway between the two rooms, the two chicks scrapped as if they’d had built up tension. What had been a relatively calm get together, with only the two guys in the kitchen nearly getting into a scuffle, had now turned chaotic. Marcus struggled to get through the groups of people in his way, to get to Renee and stop her.
“Stop her, y’all,” Marcus said. “Stop her. You know Renee got them hands. She gon’ fuck that chick up.”
The women at the table did little to stop anything. If Renee were losing, then they might have stopped it. However, since Renee clear had the upper hand, they watched, wiping their hands clean of the situation. After a bit of a struggle, Renee had grabbed a handful of Nikki’s hair and now had control of her head. She pulled her over and down toward the ground. Nikki, who could not match Renee’s strength, swatted back in self defense. However, it was not enough. Rather, now Nikki was nearly on the ground.
“Bitch, you just a hoe!” Renee yelled, slapping Nikki across the face repeatedly. “You just a fuckin’ hoe. Whoooo, I can’t stand you.”
“Get this dyke off of me!” Renee yelled as the sides of her face stung. “Somebody, get this fuckin’ dike off of me.”
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sp; Before anyone could come to Nikki’s rescue, Renee had ripped off her shirt then bra. Her breasts were now out and exposed for everyone to see, causing Nikki to quickly put her arms over them. This gave Renee the chance to slap Nikki across the face repeatedly.
“Now what, bitch?” Renee said. “Huh? Now what? Talkin’ all that shit! Now what? You gettin’ that ass beat, ain’t you? Huh? You gettin’ that ass beat.” Renee then sped up with her slaps, taking pleasure in seeing Nikki squirm on the ground in such a helpless way.
Knowing that something needed to be done, and hearing the roar of the older people in the kitchen, Breon pushed his way through the bobbing heads in the dining room. He approached the scuffle and held his hand out. “Stop,” he said. “Okay, okay, that’s enough.”
Breathing heavily, Renee backed up. At this point, Marcus had come over and now grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Nikki then allowed Breon to help her up off of the ground. As soon as she was on her feet, she covered her chest and looked around. She could see the hate in the eyes of the women in the room. “Fuck her!” she yelled. “Fuck that dike lookin’ bitch.”
Breon pulled Nikki away and looked back at Wayne. “Man, you got somewhere she can chill for a minute?” he asked. “A shirt that she can put on or somethin’?”
Wayne pointed upstairs. “Yeah,” he responded. “Upstairs.”
Quickly, and just wanting everything to calm down, Breon pulled the distraught Nikki toward the steps. The two of them headed upstairs with Wayne trailing not too far behind. At the top of the steps, Nikki rushed into the bathroom and closed the door quickly. Wayne, who had gone into his room to get a Chicago Bears t-shirt, came out. He struggled to wipe the smile away from his face, knowing that he loved to see a nice pair of breasts fly out during a fight.
“Nigga, I see you still ain’t changed,” Breon said, grabbing the shirt. He then walked up to the door and knocked. “Nikki, I got this shirt you can put on.”
Nikki quickly opened the door, humiliated and embarrassed, and grabbed the shirt. Before Breon knew it, she’d slammed the door. He turned around and looked at Wayne. “Man, maybe you betta go downstairs and calm everybody down and stuff,” he said. “I’ll stay up here with her and make sure that she okay.”
“A’ight then, nigga,” Wayne said, shaking his head. He then headed back downstairs.
Breon turned back to the bathroom door and waited a few minutes. “Nikki?” he said. “You okay? Nikki?”
Reluctantly, Nikki opened the door. She’d gotten her hair together and had washed her face. She looked out and saw that it was only Breon standing there. For that reason, she felt much more comfortable. She slowly forced herself to walk out into the hallway. “Yeah,” she said, her voice low and her emotions high. “I’m okay. I can’t fuckin’ believe that bitch just went off on me like that. That was so messed up. And everybody just stood there like nothin’ was happenin’ while she was slappin’ me and shit.”
“I know,” Breon said, knowing that he needed to say something comforting. “That’s why I got over there as soon as I could to stop it.”
Nikki looked into Breon’s eyes, seeing how much of a comforting man that he really was. She found this to be an admirable trait, and a trait that was so hard to find in a man. “Thank you, though,” she said, hugging him. “Thank you for at least doin’ somethin’.”
“Yeah,” Breon said, feeling a little strange. At the same time, however, he could feel her chest pushing against his body. It was so plump and bouncy that it sort of turned him on.
After the hug lasted for a couple of seconds too long, Nikki pulled away. She slowly pulled her arms away from Breon and sniffled. “I need to get outta here,” she said. “I can’t believe that happened. I need to get outta here before I jump on that bitch. I need to leave and just go on and walk down to my car.”
“Okay, okay,” Breon said. “Actually, I was just about to leave myself. If you want, I can walk you down to your car and stuff.”
“Could you?” Nikki asked, cracking a smile. “I would appreciate it.”
Breon led Nikki back downstairs. When they came to the dining room, everyone had continued talking. However, Nikki could still feel the eyes of various people. They burned a hole through the borrowed shirt. Nikki, remaining silent, quickly slid into her coat. She and Breon both stepped into the kitchen so they could say goodbye to Jayron, Breon promising to hit him up when he had a chance. Nikki ignored everyone in the dining room, only speaking to Wayne when he caught up with them in the living room.
“Man, I’m about to walk her to her car and stuff,” Breon said. “I was headin’ out anyway, so I’mma just walk her to her car.”
“Thank you for the shirt,” Nikki said, not wanting to make eye contact. “I’ll bring it back over here tomorrow.”
“You can keep it, Nikki,” Wayne said. He then handed her a plastic grocery bag with her ripped shirt and bra inside. “Here is your shirt and stuff.”
Nikki grabbed the bag and walked out onto the front porch. Wayne said goodbye to Breon, hugging him and shaking hands. He watched the two of them walk out to the sidewalk before he rushed back inside to get out of the cold. The block was quiet, with the only sound being the whistling of the wind.
“Damn, it’s cold,” Nikki said, folding her arms as she could feel the difference in what she’d been wearing when she arrived and the t-shirt she was wearing now. When she’d walk a little hard in her boots, he could see her chest bounce up and down. At times, he had to bite his lip to keep from saying, “Damn.” Nikki’s body was just that stacked. There was no doubt in Breon’s mind, especially seeing her out under the street lights, that Nikki could have very easily been the baddest chick at the party.
“This shit is fucked up,” Nikki said. “On a night like this, I really need to be goin’ home to my nigga after what just happened, but he out there actin’ funny and shit, like he don’t wanna be with me.”
“Is that right?” Breon asked, shaking his head but glad that Nikki wasn’t dwelling on the fight she’d just lost in front of everyone. “That ain’t right.”
“I know,” Nikki said. There was a brief pause. “So, Breon, I ain’t get to ask you when we was inside, but you got a girlfriend or anything.”
“Yeah,” Breon said. “I guess you could say that. We been together for like a year and some change now, but known each other for a while.”
“Damn, that’s a long time,” Nikki said. “Why she ain't come with you tonight? She shoulda came with you. That’s what I would do.”
Breon shrugged his shoulders. “Actually, see what had happened was when my boy Wayne hit me up about this party a couple of days ago, my chick already had plans to do some stuff with her family and shit. She was try’na break her plans and stuff, but I told her don’t do that, especially since it was a short notice thing. So, I came on my own.”
“That’s okay, though,” Nikki said. “At least you still came. It certainly is good to see that Jayron is out after all these years. And at least you had my back in there.”
“Yeah,” Breon said. “I think about that shit sometimes. Five years in a maximum security prison and shit just don’t sound like no fun to me.”
“It sure don’t,” Nikki said.
Breon approached his SUV, with Nikki stopping to taking a look at it. She nodded her head and smiled. “It looks like a nigga done did pretty good for himself,” she said. Breon drove a platinum Escalade with rims that shined, even in the dark. His tinted windows were so dark that no one could see inside, which was just how he liked it.
Breon looked down toward the corner. “You said you parked just on the other side of the stop sign, right?” he asked Nikki.
Nikki pointed down the street. “Yeah,” she responded. “It’s okay. You ain’t got to walk me down there or nothin’. It’s just three or four, maybe five, cars on the other side of the stop sign. I can walk, don’t worry. It was nice seein’ you, Breon.” Nikki leaned in, pushing up on Breon much too close for so
mebody she hadn’t seen in so long. Breon couldn’t help but look over Nikki’s shoulder and see how far her ass stuck out of the back of her body. “Fuck,” he said, the word slipping out of his mouth. He quickly caught himself, knowing that there was no way Nikki wouldn’t have heard him say that.
“Fuck what?” Nikki said, stepping back and looking into Breon’s eyes. “Fuck what, Breon?”
The two looked at one another for several seconds too long. Breon knew that Nikki was practically throwing the pussy at him. Everything about her demeanor, the way she talked, and even how she walked with an arch in her back was letting him know that she wanted it bad. And he couldn’t deny his own urges, as Nikki was definitely the kind of chick that he would long dick until he couldn’t take it anymore and needed to stop for a water break. Breon thought about the various rumors he’d heard about Nikki when they were back in school. Word in the halls had been that Nikki was what could only be described as a head monster. She was known for being able to work her mouth so good on a dude that some guys were rumored to have passed out while receiving oral sex from her. That alone overshadowed her lackluster fighting abilities, as he’d seen in Wayne’s dining room.
“I can run you down there in my truck,” Breon said. He then unlocked his doors and held the front passenger door open for Nikki.
“Thank you so much, Breon,” Nikki said, climbing into the truck.
As Breon drove Nikki down to the stop sign then across the intersection, Nikki noticed how decked out the inside of his SUV was. She smiled, taking it all in, then looked across at Breon. He had a big bulge between his legs that he couldn’t hide – the very thing that turned Nikki on the most, especially since she’d always wondered.
When Breon pulled up to Nikki’s car, she could feel that tension growing between them. As he pulled into a parking spot in front of her car, he looked over at her and licked his lips, putting his SUV into PARK. “So, wassup?” he asked, seductively. He lifted his arm up and slid it behind the headrest of Nikki’s seat.
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