Brophy

The name

Claudia Mitchell needed a man. Not just any man but a man that would give what she needed mentally as well as physically. The question was where you found those types of males? All the men she ever encountered only wanted the physical part and only gave her enough conversation before they tried to pull their dick out. Claudia had a lot of bad luck dealing with those sorts of men and they were all over.

Claudia could understand why men wanted to get physical with her right away. Claudia was what you would call a chocolate bombshell. She was 5’5, thick thighs, hazel eyes, long black hair and yes it was hers. To top it off, she had a massive chest. Those 36 Double Dees were no joke in an outfit and looked extra succulent when they were caught bouncing. Plus she had a nice sized waist with a 40 inch backside you could smack and see waves coming at you. But Claudia wanted to be more than a sex symbol for the lusty boys she attracted. She wanted her mind to be stimulated as well as her loins. She wanted someone that respected her thoughts not just craved her body. She need a…

“Brophy,” her friend, Angie Waters, had suggested one night after coming home from a night club and having to fight a ton of horny men that couldn’t ‘no, I don’t want to dance’ for an answer.

Angie was driving her home and Claudia was complaining about her night as usual having to deal with thirsty men when Angie brought up the term.

“Brophy?” Claudia asked puzzled.

“Yeah, it’s like the male version of a trophy girlfriend,” Angie replied like she was surprised Claudia didn’t know about the term.

“We would a want a trophy girlfriend,” Claudia said. ‘I can get a fine ass nigga any day of the week and he still would be stupid and only want to get in between my legs faster because he thinks he’s sexy and he deserves it.”

“You misunderstanding me,” Angie laughed. “Not a gigolo type dude that uses his looks but a guy that’s both smart and sexy. Like a dude you can take anywhere and show off but still stimulate you in the mind department.”

Claudia looked at her friend like she lost her mind.

“Uh huh,” Claudia laughed. “That’s what I need. I need a brophy.”

“I’m serious,” Angie said. “There are really out there. My friend at work Tonya got with a brophy. He’s one of the finest brothers you ever seen and he smart like book smart. Like he’s a sexy ass, what’s a smart motherfucker I’ve heard of, Einstein.”

“Does he have bushy hair and glasses?”

“I’m really serious. She introduced me to him. Brother is bad.”

“And where she met him?”

“Glad you asked. Off a website. Brophy.com.”

“A website?” Claudia laughed harder. “What is this some Catfish shit?”

“No, bitch, it’s the real deal,” Angie let out a laugh too. “I wouldn’t believe if I didn’t see the brother with my own eyes.”

“I seen your coworker Tonya,” Claudia said with a side eye. “I mean she’s not exactly the type of girl to…I’m just saying.”

“Exactly,” Angie replied like she was in total agreement. “The bitch ain’t exactly star material but she does have a man and the brother’s all that. I don’t know if he’s blind, crazy or just don’t judge but he’s with her. I mean if I saw them walking down the street I would be like ‘what the fuck is he doing?’ But to each its own. I’m not going to knock her.”

“So why you don’t try it?” Claudia asked curiously.

“The same reason you thinking,” Angie answered. “It’s sounds too good to be true. I mean I really didn’t even hear this shit until a month ago but some have. They try to keep it a secret. I mean I would if that website is producing niggas like Clyde Hendrix.”

“Hmmmmm,” was all Claudia said.

“How about this?” Angie began hesitate at first then finally said it. “Come to my house tomorrow and we’ll check it out. If it’s on the level, we’ll try it.”

“Cool, bitch, I’m with you,” Claudia said as Angie pulled up in front of Claudia’s apartment building. “Tomorrow, we’ll see if we can get a brophy.”