Catching Feelings

30

"Where's your girl?" Twist asks without bothering to look up from the blunt he's rolling.
"She's still in her hotel room, she said she wanted to shower and finish up some stuff before checking out." I reply while scrolling through my timeline.
He holds up the completed joint and fishes around in his pocket for a lighter, I lean forward and grab the bic off the table and toss it to him. "We good to smoke here?"
"No...I thought we'd just stare at it all night bro." I say tossing my phone aside and sliding forward to the edge of my seat.
"Ain't no reason for sarcasm 'n shit...maybe I'll just blaze this by myself."
"The fuck you will..." I laugh.
"I'm tellin' you lil bro...this stuff's insane...they shipped it in from Columbia or some shit...it'll get you higher than a mother fucker." He promises while finally lighting it.
He takes a long hit, holds it, and then launches into a story while passing it off to me. "Yo listen, me and some of my boys hit up this strip club in New York city the other night...never seen so many fine ass bitches in my life!"
I shake my head, holding in a laugh until I'm ready to exhale "You and your strippers..I'm gonna buy you a year supply of penicillin for your birthday, you're gonna need it when you catch some weird exotic dancer STD."
"Shit, not at this place..." he argues through a thick cloud of smoke "Girls were fuckin choice bro...tits and ass everywhere and all that shit looked airbrushed...flawless." He grabs my laptop and slides it across the table "Imma see if they got a website."
He clicks around for a few minutes while I take full advantage of having the blunt to myself and check my phone.
"Yeah!" He booms excitedly "Here it is...and they've got videos! Look..." He pushes the laptop closer to me so that we can both see.
He skips through a few videos before deciding on one "She was there the other night...Honey or something..." He sucks in a breath and shakes his head "Damn, look at her...bitch is killin' that pole."
I lean in a little closer "Hell yeah she is...goddamn."
He nods "What'd I tell you?"
We scroll through a few more "Damn Twist, where the fuck do they find these girls?"
"I don't know man, but I'd like to take a night or two and just hit every piece of ass in that place."
I give him a little shove and laugh "You're such a dick."
He shoves me back "Don't hate just cause you've got a piece of ass whenever you want...you hittin' that?"
"What?"
"Bobbi...she's hot as fuck...you hittin' that?"
I narrow my eyes and turn my attention back to the screen "Watch it."
He bursts into laughter "Yeah...you're hittin' it. She crazy? She looks like she'd be a fuckin freak."
"Shut the fuck up Twist..." I warn while taking the blunt from his outstretched hand.
He holds his hands up "Alright damn...aww shit, look at this, they got a video compilation of their top earning dancers for the past five years!"
I settle in to watch, happy to no longer be on the subject of B with him as the first stripper's name scrolls across the screen in glittering script just before she fades in.
"Bambi..." I laugh "Think that's her real name?"
He nods and rolls his eyes "Oh yeah, for sure..."
We sit through a few more, exchanging comments and passing the blunt back and forth until a clip of a new dancer, my favorite so far, begins.
"Damn...look at Brittany," I say, referring to her sexy little pencil skirt and white button up shirt...she wields a ruler, smacking it against her palm once or twice before tossing it down to pull her hair out of its bun and whip her glasses off "I might have paid a little more attention in school if my teacher had looked like that."
He nods in agreement "No shit."
We watch her act from start to finish "Hate to see that one go..." I joke as we wait for the next dancer to appear on the screen.
"Oh this is gonna be good.." I choke through a hit when the name Cherry Bomb comes into frame.
My attention is focused on the blunt and the ashes I'm rolling off the tip when Twist lurches forward in his seat "Holy shit!! Is that...." He trails of, inspecting the screen closer.
I lift my gaze and for a second or two it doesn't register.
"It is!" He yells excitedly! "Holy fuck its Bobbi! Bobbi's Cherry Bomb!"
I jerk the laptop from the table and into my lap and attempt to process what I'm seeing.
"Hey...come on now!" He tries to tilt it towards himself again but I push him away forcefully and he falls still and quiet when he sees the look on my face.
And it is...its Bobbi, its fucking my B...I'd know her anywhere, I know every inch of her body and by the looks of the crowd before her, I'm not the only one.
I stare in utter disbelief and shock, half wanting to hurl the laptop across the room and half feeling like I'm going to be sick. When she starts to untie the strings of her glittering ruby colored bikini bottoms I slam it closed and sit silently seething and shaking with anger and hurt.
Twist wisely remains silent and waits for my next move, and when I finally rise from my chair and storm towards the door of the bus he doesn't ask questions. But just as my hand is on the door I turn back and grab the laptop, not willing to risk him watching her after I'm gone.
"Where are you going?" He asks as I start to head out again.
"To find B." I snap without turning back.
***
I'm being such a slack ass today. I need to finish packing and head out to the bus but I don't feel like doing shit. Besides Justin is chillin' with Twist today so I'm in no hurry. Don't get me wrong I like Twist but Justin also needs time to just chill with his friends alone, instead of me hanging around all the damn time. We still have a few hours though before we have to leave so that gives me ample time. Maybe if I just pack really quick I can sneak in a little nap before I head out onto the bus because I know tonight is going to be one big party, it always is when Twist is around.