“That’s sexy as hell,” she told him.
“What is?” he asked, with a look of confusion plastered on his face.
“Your mind. It’s beautiful. No one has ever said that to me before.”
Chuckling, Shemel took a drink before responding. It never failed. All he was trying to do was put shawty up on some game and she took that as an opportunity to hop on his dick. That was far from what he wanted her to do. Tiffany didn’t have enough ass in his opinion. Plus, it was just casual conversation. Like any man in his situation though, his small head started to do the thinking for him. Pulling her in close, he whispered in her ear.
“You shouldn’t fuck with people who can’t stimulate your mind. If you are, just know they are not for you and you’re wasting your time.”
Moving her hand up his chest, Tiffany stood directly in front of him. The five-inch heels that adorned her feet, put her close enough to his height. Leaning in close, she grazed her hand over the crotch area of his jeans. The lights were dim enough to not know exactly what she was doing, but she didn’t care if they did or not.
“Stimulate my mind. Please,” she said, seductively in his ear.
Shemel bricked up after that. The tone of her voice sounded as if she needed to be rescued. Her body, it needed capturing. Moving his hand from the small of her back, he gripped her ass as best as he could. Not much, but a cuff of the cheek could be detected underneath the tight material. He wondered if she was like most slim girls he ran across. As soon as they took off their clothes, it was like their body transformed into another person’s. It was wild to Shemel, but he was forever appreciative of the thim slick girls, as Fab put it.
“That’s what you want,” he asked, pulling on her curly tresses.
The liquor had him somewhat turned up and the way Tiffany had his mans below feeling, he was about to say fuck this club. He hadn’t crawled up in nothing since he and Reilyn fucked a while back. He had been focused, but mainly waiting for Brix. Time was of the essence though and he needed his situation handled pronto.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want,” Tiffany said, running her tongue over his neck.
Downing the rest of his drink, Shemel made his mind up. Tonight was his last night in the A and this was the most excitement he had come across the whole time. After sitting his cup down, he went over to talk to Marcella. She was sitting on the couch with a group of niggas and girls surrounding her. Although she was a lesbian, the niggas didn’t care. She was pretty and figured she was putting a front on for her fans. No matter how many times she told them that men were not her cup of tea, they never listened.
“Aye, let me holla at you,” Shemel said, standing in front of her table.
All the ladies damn near broke their necks when they saw him standing there. Shemel shook his head at how thirsty they all looked. His ass had been in the section all night, but since he wasn’t paying them any attention, they overlooked him. His presence now had them ready to say fuck the dudes sitting next to them. Marcella sat her drink down and excused herself for a second.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“I’m about to slide out. Ya girl might be with me,” he said, slightly nodding his head in Tiffany’s direction.
With a raised eyebrow, Marcella smirked. She was sure Tiffany had put on the best act ever. She loved her friend dearly, but she was such a hoe. Not one of the biggest, but a hoe was a hoe. No matter the magnitude. Even before Marcella signed to Homage, Tiffany’s name was already well known in the music industry. She had fucked a few niggas on different labels and a few on Homage, thinking it would give her some leverage. That was far from the case. The niggas never talked down about her sex; that shit was A1, and that’s why some of them came back. It was just seeing her out and knowing she was a bopper that sealed the deal for a few of them. They didn’t want to be seen with her, but they’d fuck her no questions asked. Tiffany thought the shit was cute and Shemel was just another one of her victims.
“Oh, okay. Take care of my friend and we can link up tomorrow. When does your flight leave?” Marcella asked.
“Shit, I don’t even know. I’ll find out though and shoot you a text. You be safe out here. You gone be good?”
“Boy yes. I got my people with me. Ain’t nothing gone pop off,” she giggled.
It was the truth though. Her bodyguards were in close proximity, peeping everything. Where ever she moved, so did their attention. Marcella didn’t say much about him leaving with Tiffany because she wasn’t a cock blocker. If her friend wanted to get some dick, who was she to stop her? She had told her about her reputation plenty of times, but it went in one ear and out the other. There was no need to waste her breath.