HAM (Hard As a Muthaf**ka)

Down the Rabbit Hole

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of an intense sexual nature. Reader discretion is advised.

Down the Rabbit Hole

                   “Yo man, you suffocatin my swag,” I growled. “Gimme 50 feet, nigga,”

                   I stood there, as we had gone to this spot- 529 Flat Shoals in East Atlanta. The little get together was done after a few hours at Reagan’s spot, and most of the people followed us over to this joint. I stood there, doin my lil dance, gettin into the groove…my head feels like it’s on all planes of fuckin existence, like I’m fuckin almighty, spannin the 380,629 known sectors of this universe. Yeah nigga, I’m that faded.

                   Kady and Melissa stood near me, dancing to the music themselves, as Girls Talkin Bout blasted through the speakers. The girls went onto the dance floor, as Arch, Reagan, and I began to network, pushin the product. I’m talkin mad shit with the ladies, and gettin them to sample these pills…I conversed wit my niggas,too.

                   “Yo man, you and yo girl take this shit, yall gonna have some good sex tonight,” I said. The Asian boy smiled, looking to his girl…I gave him the samples, and kept it movin. That was the goal tonight- to give the pills out as samples, get people interested in our shit, and see who want what. I was just goin through people, left and right…it’s all about building clientele. Some chicks were handin me their numbers…it was crazy up in there.

                   “You see those two hot chicks out on the floor…they took this, and I think they lookin at me,” I said, pointing out Melissa and Kady to an unsure customer and his boys. Melissa and Kady were dancing with each other, and lookin pretty hot, I might add.

                   “Wow,” said the dude.

                   “Or are they lookin at yall?” I asked. “Take one of these, and go over there and find out. Shit’s free,”

                   “Gimme one!”

                   “Me too! That brunette, with the Goth hair is hot!”

                   I was out of samples as I made my way back to Reagan. “Man, I’m out…this easier than sellin out of a trap,”

                   “I’m out too,” said Reagan. “Arch is over there in the DJ booth, workin his mouthpiece. This is gonna be great, J,”

                   “You know it,” I said. “How you feelin?”

                   “Man, I’m feelin faded and tingly as hell,” Reagan bellowed. “I wish I was near my girl,”

                   “Oh yeah…how is that goin with the sista?”

                   “Maaaan…she is nice, sweet, and cute as hell,” said Reagan. “We sat at the train station and talked for hours the other day. I’m really diggin her, J…only thing is, she still has her v-card,”

                   “Take her out,” I said. “Show her a good time, and let her know how you feel…does she lay up on you? Touch you in ways that let you know she’s interested in you?”

                   I don’t even know why I asked him that…it must be the drugs.

                   “Yeah,” answered Reagan.