Never Satisfied: A New Orleans Tale

The Ace of Spades♠️

An hour before midnight, we arrived across the street from the club.

"I'm glad you got that nigga to drop us off 'cause find a spot to park would've been impossible!" Kyrielle stated as we approached the building.

"I didn't get him to do shit! He insisted that he bring us. He told me he wanted to make sure we got here safely," I enlightened her.

"Mm hmm, that nigga was just trying to be slick and make sure he knows where you're gonna be. Girl, Sky ain't fooling any fucking body."

"I know right!"

We came to a halt at the entrance of the club. "How do I look?" Kyrielle eyed me and waited for my response.

Her rich chestnut toned skin was flawless in her black Christen Dior dress. The sequined straps on the dress wrapped around the front and back and stretched over her wide hips and ended at the hem right above her knees. The design made her small breasts appear larger and her Christian Louboutin peep-toe pumps added about four inches to her short, five-foot even frame. A Chanel handbag completed the ensemble and she looked incredible.

"You look straight," I joked, rolling my eyes.

"Bitch, don't hate!" She ran her fingers through her long, black weave.

"You look good girl damn," I finally admitted. "What about me though?" I quickly spun around to give her a full view.

I was rocking the same dress that she picked out earlier with a pair of Jimmy Choo's and of course my Fendi tote was in hand. I just knew I was the shit!

She didn't answer. Instead she placed her finger on the tip of her tongue and then placed the finger on my ass. "Ssss! You on fire!"

"Bitch, that was lame!" We both burst into a chorus of laughter as we strutted through the entrance of the club like a couple of bad bitches.

Shocked, we stared at the foyer filled with people as we made our way through the door.

"Damn, they got a line up in this bitch already?" Kyrielle asked rhetorically.

Not up for waiting in line I posed, "You got Ace's number?"

"Mm hmm." She folded her arms and shifted her weight to one leg.

"Then call him and tell him to come get us."

"Oh, alright." She reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone.

I looked at the long line's slow progression as Kyrielle talked on the phone.

"He said to go through the back," she said dropping her phone into her purse and catching my attention. "C'mon girl!"

I barely managed to say, "Okay", as she grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

We rushed through the dark alley and spotted a door behind the building. I tried to push the door open but it was locked.

"Call that nigga back," I said becoming irritated.

Kyrielle opened her phone and quickly hit the redial button. After letting it ring for a few seconds, she closed it. "He ain't answer."

That's it.

"If that mother..." My words were stuck in my throat when I saw the door open. Standing in the doorway was a tall brother with Hershey kissed skin and dark, almond shaped eyes. The goatee that he was rocking made him look rugged and sexy. He probably had hoes bum rushing him on the regular looking like a darker, more hardcore version of LL Cool J.