All Because Of You

Chapter 8

Brillyn 

  By time I got home, Quan was gone. I decided to go out tonight. I walked into my room and hopped in the shower. When I got out, I went my closet contemplating on what to wear. I had so many clothes. In the end, I settle on a short, tight, strapless dress with some gold stilettos. I added some gold accessories to my outfit.

  I walked over to the full body mirror to get a good look at myself. "Aaaaaayyyee! Twerk some girl." I started twerking. I laughed as I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

  I stopped by this club called "Dive In". This bitch was jumpin'! Somebody man about to be going home with me tonight. I didn't bother to waiting line because I had fucked the owner and was allowed in anytime.

  All eyes were on me just the way I like it. Keep hating bitches and niggas keep lustin'. I walked over to the VIP section and started to scope the scene. It was a lot of fine fellas in here. A large figure blocked my view and I looked up to see Razell, the owner. He wasn't all that bad looking. Just average.

  "Sup ma, " he greeted. I plastered on a fake smile. "Hey Razell." He came and sat beside me. "Boy, You know what the hell you was doing when you came into this club with that short ass dress on. When you gone let daddy back in there?" I wished he'd get the hell on somewhere. "I don't know baby." He smiled. "Let me pipe you down tonight. You know this dick does wonders." It took everything for me not to laugh in his face. "You right." I was lying my ass off. Just stroking his ego to make him feel special. His dick game was weak as fuck.

  "You got my number. Just call me," he whispered into my ear and walked off. I don't got his number because I deleted it.

  I was getting bored, The Dream's "IV Play" came on. I made my way to the floor and decided to show these females how to really get a nigga.

I can give a fuck about the foreplay
I want it now
I'm talkin' straight sex
Stop fuckin' around

  This song got me feeling myself. I was horny as fuck and ready to get dicked down.

Now, work that shit, do that shit, make a nigga crazy
Do it out in public in the back of this Mercedes
I'll stop talkin' shit when you stop pro-procrastinatin', pro-procrastinatin'

  Finally, the song started to end. I had gathered a crowd of thirsty ass niggas and mad as bitches. Money started raining down on me. Hell, some random nigga put a stack in my titties! I could help but feel a pair of eyes staring at me. I turned around and sure enough, it was this light skinned nigga staring at me. Looks like I found someone to take home tonight.