Comfortable Chaos

Chapter 27

Andre
Isn't it passed your bedtime?

Sammy let me hold his car like he promised. I still left his house in a salty mood. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy about being able to make some extra money. I always need that but what Sammy said about Brandi dipping out on me is still on my mind. I've already been thinking that myself, even though she's coming home talking about the women she works with, I can't help feeling like there's more to the story. Why do they need her at night? Can I really trust her?

The club is getting live kinda early tonight. I usually don't see it this crowded until closer to eleven but cars are stacked out here and it's barely ten. Hopefully, this will make easier to slip in, do what I gotta do and slip back out undetected. I don't want no problems. So I call my first customer. He tells me to meet him near the dance floor. I scope out the scene and make my move. I get in the club with no problems. To avoid looking suspicious, I buy a drink, nothing fancy. A girl two stools over starts giving me the eye. No, honey. I will not be buying you a drink.

I walk off before she can come over and plead her case. The dude I'm looking for said he would have on a Dodgers baseball cap and matching jacket. I saw him almost immediately, talking to a couple of girls. He didn't look like the Molly type though. For a minute, I wonder if this is a set up but then I figure I'll feel him out. If he doesn't seem right, he won't get nothing.

He spots me and breaks away from his powwow. "What's up, man?" We shake hands like we went to school together, even though we just met.

"Hey, what's up with you?" I asked, still trying to feel him out.

"Trying to round up a little after party with some lovely ladies." He turns and waves at the girls he left. They smile and wink back at him. "Let's take a walk."

We go into the hall, where people are crowded. He nods and I know what that means. As the hall gets thicker with people, he and I have to walk against the wall. We get lost in the hall crowd. I pull out the little baggy, stick it behind me like I'm giving him five. He grabs the Molly and slaps the money in my hand. By the time we come out on the other side, we go our separate ways. That was easy enough. After I finish the second transaction, I'll go get another drink.

I go over to the bar, glad to see that the chick there earlier is gone. Good. I can enjoy my drink in peace. Sitting on the stool, I suddenly feel a sharp tap on shoulder. This better not be security or police. I turn around with my meanest mug. To my surprise, it's Layla.

"What are you doing here? Isn't it passed your bedtime?" I asked her.

She sucks her teeth. "Don't get mad cuz I'm young and fine." She giggles and runs her hands over her hair.

I must admit she's looking fine in a black and green titty bearing midriff and short skirt. She's not that big up top but she carries what she has well. I catch myself looking at her too long. C'mon, man. Don't do that.

"So, what bought you here tonight? It's about time for married men to turn in," she said sitting on the stool next to mine.

Damn, she smells good, too. "I wouldn't know about that cuz I'm not married."

"You and Brandi aren't playing house anymore?" She takes the cherry from my glass and puts it in her mouth, making sure I see it swirl around her tongue.

I roll my eyes. "If you're referring to us living together, yes. We still live together."

"Oh. So, it's serious, huh?"

"What does that mean?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You guys are going to get married and all that."

"Wait a minute. Hold up. Nobody said anything about getting married."

I'm not trying to be mean but I got a little while before I turn in my player card. You're boy aint done just yet.

"Excuse me. I was only asking. You guys seem to be hanging pretty tough."

"We're...," I look over at her and she's giving me those eyes. Man, if I fuck Sammy's girl, he'll be pretty pissed. Not devastated but pissed, "you know trying to make it. That's all."

"Well, if that's all, come dance with me." She pulls my hand.

"What? No. Wait." Before I could say anything else, she had already yanked me off the chair and on to the dance floor. We dance a couple of times. One time fast and the next time slow. During the slow song, Layla makes sure she grinds against me extra hard. I would tell my lil man to behave but that's pointless now. Once we finish grinding it out, I look at the clock.

"It's time for me head out, mami," I said.

"Yeah, me too. Can you give me a ride?" Layla asked.

"How did you get here?"

She follows me off the dance floor. "I came with some friends but I don't see them." Layla pretends to look around. "They probably went home with one of these dudes in here."

I sigh. I can't get away from this girl. Sure, Sammy wouldn't want me fucking his girl but I don't think he'd want me to leave her stranded here either. It's hard being a good guy.

"Okay."

Meanwhile, my lil man is still on alert. He's not stupid. He knows there's a hole around. He's just waiting for his turn at it. I walk quickly to the car with her trailing behind me. I hear her heels clicking fast trying to keep up. I partially hope I lose her. As she twitches over to the passenger side of the Cutlass, I'm reminded that I didn't.

"Oooh. This is Sammy's car, isn't it?"

"Yep."

"Cool. He never lets me ride in this."

"Me, neither but he made an exception tonight. So, I'm being careful."

Driving her home, the only thing I can think about is unloading her as soon as possible. Layla, on the other hand, seems to be oblivious. She's all chatty and shit. I'm literally counting the seconds until I pull up to her yard. When we get there, she suggests that I pull up closer and turn the lights off to keep from waking her neighbors.

"Thanks so much for bringing me home. Here," Layla reaches into her purse, "let me give you some gas money."

"Oh, no. Don't worry about that."

She pulls the money out to hand it to me but it falls between my legs. Before I can reach to grab it, she throws her hands in my crotch for it, except I realize quickly that she's not searching for the money. My lil man notices, too.

Layla looks into my eyes and rubs on my dick. Oh, no. Why is she doing this to me? "Layla. C'mon. Don't do that."

She puts her finger to my lips. "Shhhhh."

Layla unzips my pants and dives in, wrapping her juicy red lips around my dick so tight I start holding my breath. Her head moves up and down. Man, I understand why my boy wants to keep her on his team. She's off the charts. I wish I could say it stops at the head games but I'm afraid not. We move to the backseat for some love seat action. What can I say? I tried to do the right thing but Layla and lil man wasn't having it.