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Past Discretion

"Look at You! Now Look At Us! All My Niggas Look Rich As F*ckkkkk!! I yelled over Shea as we fist pumped in the club. Club Dolla Stage was where it was at! Not only was it filled with the ballaz, but it was owned by Bigs. I stayed in the scene, knowing Bigs would be around any moment. Pulling my body closer to Shea, I grinded on her ass as they began to play Pretty P*ssy. Shea was to through. After 2 pitchers of Blue Motorcycle, and a half a bottle of Goose, homegirl was down for the count, but that ass was still moving. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her fat ass slowly grinding on my clit, already making me wet. I brought my hands around her waist and reached up to grab her titties, pulling her closer into me. The music got us lost in the feeling of lust. All of sudden I felt a pair on strong hands grab my waist from behind. I didn't even bother to open my eyes, whoever he was smelled so damn good, I momentarily just leaned my head back into his chest as his d*ck rubbed against my ass. The more he rubbed up on me, the more I continued to grind up on Shea. Damn this feels good. I was so lost in the feeling I didn't even notice that Shea was slowly moving away from me, but I just kept moving along with the stranger. Enjoying the way his hands ran up and down my sides as he gripped me closer to his d*ck. The closer he got, the more I begin to feel my knees buckle, and I leaned over a little, slightly dizzy from the scent of his cologne, the alcohol, and the heat in the club. 

"YA What The F*ck Are You Doing?!!!" I heard the strong male voice yell at me, as I struggled to catch my balance, the stranger caught me. I opened my eyes halfway, only to be met by a glaring Bigs, and a pissed off looking Shea. "Damn my bad, last I thought this was a damn club, I was dancing, thats what people do!" I replied back to Bigs, "Nigga, don't be yelling at me, you must done lost yo everlasting mind, I'm Ya, and my ass is grown. And Bitch what the fuck yo problem, don't start that shit in here tonight Shea. Her ass was mugging the f*ck outta me. 

"Ummm Humm" came the voice behind me as stranger behind me cleared his throat. Damn, I forgot all about his ass, dealing with these two. I looked behind me, and there stood Marcell, looking good as ever. Marcell was my ex boo. I cared about him, but shit never got to deep. He was on some lil boy shit, but his d*ck game was on point. I looked at him decked out in the Trues, Timberland boots down, caramel colored skin, with deep waves and chocolate eyes that always made me want to get lost in them. Baby boy had grown up, he easily looked about 6 feet. Damn, I wonder did the d*ck grow to. Damn no wonder his ass had such a good grip on me, nigga sure as hell ain't had to worry about slippin and slidin while he was grippin the ass. "So you just gon stare or you gon speak? he replied. "Damn, you coulda worn a bitch before you came sneaking that ass up on me" I teased. 

"Shit you was all wrapped up in shorty right there, I was like shit, I'm tryna get the two for one on boss tho!" he laughed. "Nigga, you slow, you acting like you don't remember Shea, you know this my day one..."Yo Ya! Let me holla at you real quick!" shouted Bigs pullin on my arm. Damn I forgot he was there, I was so caught up in the grown up Marcell, I didn't even take the time to handle this. "Yo Cell, shoot me a text or call me, my number hasn't changed at all. We might be able to get up sometimes", I shouted over the music, as Bigs pulled me away, but Shea was already up in Cell face, fingerpointing and yelling at him. Damn I wonder whats that all about I said, as Bigs dragged me into his office...