Never Satisfied: A New Orleans Tale

My Best Friend Finna!

After that, I was a regular at Ace of Spades, even after hours when Ace held his special events. Every kind of game would be going on - dice, cards, dominos, pool - you name it and it was on and popping.

He even had the women competing in amateur stripping contests, making sure I participated in every single one of 'em, but I had to put a wrap on that because every chance dude got, he was bugging me about becoming a stripper at the club. Telling me stuff like, with the look that I possessed, I could make as much money as Khandi and that bitch be getting that guap - even on a slow night! I mean, it was tempting, but I knew Sky would kill me if he found out. But then again, he probably wouldn't have even cared. I mean we didn't even talk anymore. All he did was work, eat and sleep and it was like, fuck me and my needs.

I couldn't even recall the last time we made love and Sky knew how I felt about that.

Sex wasn't about just "busting a nut" for me, it was how you showed someone you loved them and for as long as I could remember that was how the men in my life expressed it. So, that was what I grew accustomed to and I needed that feeling of being complete.

And every time I tried telling Sky how I felt he would just come back with, "Oh baby I'm tired from working all day", or "Phat you know we have to get up early in the morning". But shit, did I ask him to work all those hours?

I was feeling like Sky better switch his act up some kind of way though, and quick, because I was tired of using the two-finger discount up in Coochie-Mart.

"You zoned out over there, huh?" Khandi's voice caught my attention.

"Girl, I'm just thinking about Sky," I stated while staring out the window of her hot pink convertible.

"It's gonna be alright, we just need to get your mind off that nigga," Khandi responded.

Lately, Khandi and I had been kicking it a lot and she was quickly becoming my new best friend. She was fun to be around and, unlike Kyrielle, she didn't make me feel like I was beneath her and had to compete to be on her level. She accepted me for who I was.

The only problem I had with her was when she tried to come on to me. I mean I know we got down before, but there was just no substituting the roughness and aggression of a man. I don't know call me an old fashioned girl I guess.

"You want to ride with me to this party right quick?" Khandi wanted to know.

"I guess, since I'm not doing anything. What kind of party is it?"

"It ain't nothing big girl. Just a li'l get-together for one of my regulars."

"Okay."

"And I hope his whole crew's gonna be there. I'm hoping to see my li'l boo," she mumbled to herself, but I heard her.

"Boo? I didn't know you had a man."

"Fuck no girl I'm single, but a bitch do have needs!"

"What needs? You would think you'd be tired of all the fucking you be doing."

"No sweetie you got the game fucked up. I am an entertainer, not a prostitute," she stated matter-of-factly.

I was cracking up when I responded, "Entertainer, you mean stripper?"

"You know what Jasmine, you are really green and it's sad! You joked out and 'kee keeing' and shit, but don't even know the difference between the three."