The Players & the Played

Two

Najaah
Najaah took one last look at herself before going out. Her skin was a beautiful milky pale; she was light skin with just a tint of color. She had sexy, sultry lips, that were painted a perfect matte berry. Her eyes were chinky and exotic, just like her mother's who was an exotic mix between Korean and Puerto Rican. Najaah had a slender, royal nose, and her eyebrows were perfectly arched. Her body, which was a result of God and the gym was perfectly shaped. Tiny, waist, curved hips, tight, bouncy, full tits and curvy, long legs. Her hair was long and wavy and dyed a vibrant, fiery red. She was wearing an olive green dress that sheathed her body to perfection. It fitted tightly over her hips and made it all the way down to mid-thigh. It was actually a two piece, and gave a nice view of her toned stomach and plentiful bosom. To complete the look, she had a pair of peep toed six inch heels that added extra height to her already five seven frame. She smiled at herself, revealing twin dimples, blew a kiss, grabbed her cell phone off the bathroom vanity and left.
It was already midnight, and she had to hurry or she would have to pay to get in. Club Wet &Wild was only the hottest club in Atlanta right now, and she knew the line to get in would be mad long. However, she also knew that Dre would be the bouncer, and when there's a will, there's a Dre.
Ever since her grandfather died, Najaah had been spending her sizeable inheritance on her wardrobe and partying. But she knew pops wouldn't mind. Hell, he loved a good party himself. Najaah stalked to her car, a 2015 Mustang that one would expect to see in the garage of some car loving white boy, not a beautiful Black girl's. The apartment she was renting was home to lots of young folks like herself, so nobody complained when she revved up her engine and cranked up the new Future album as loud as it could go.
The thing about Najaah though was that she was a thot. A hoe, a bitch whatever you prefer. Her treatment of Dre was a classic example. When Najaah turned 18 she started hitting the clubs heavily. Her first time at Wet &Wild, she had tried to enter and had bumped into a wall of muscle. Taking off her Gucci sunglasses that she had hoped would be enough to scurry her in, Najaah saw chocolate perfection. Dre was tall, even in her five inch heels he towered over her. And he was built like Hercules, if Hercules had been a brotha instead of a Greek. Every part of him rippled with muscle and the fitted black shirt he wore did nothing to hide that fact. At first Dre was all business. "ID?" The sound of Dre's voice brought tears to her panties. But she steeled herself, and whipped the fresh state issued ID out.
"Look honey, we have two problems. The first one is that you are under 21 and Wet & Wild doesn't do under 21. We want you all to come out and get real drunk. The second problem is tonight is kind of a private affair, ya know? And you ain't on the list, lil lady." Dre's voice had a sweet southern tone to it, but Najaah detected subtle flirtatious undertones. So she went for it.
"Look, honey" she echoed the bouncer, her voice sickly sweet, "we both know I'm here to just have a good time. And who knows maybe you can too."
Five minutes later, another giant of a bouncer was keeping out the chaos, and Najaah was bent over the back of the bar, saying Dre's name for the first time. And it wouldn't be the last. Nowadays she didn't even have to sex or suck Dre to get in; he knew she'd drop by his house whenever and make it worth his while. And she sure didn't mind doing it. Dre was a beautiful male specimen with a healthy dick and he knew how to use it.
Najaah just didn't fuck with feelings. No catching them. At all. She could fuck, suck, any day all day, but there were no I love yous. Then weren't even I like yous. Sometimes her services required payment. Sometimes her services ended marriages, created children, and required money to destroy children. And Najaah didn't give a d-a-m-n. Cuz her bills stayed paid and her pussy stayed satisfied.
She parked the Mustang and breezed past the mile-long line for the club. "Hey sexy," Dre crooned, in his southern accent. He was fucking adorable. "Hey boo," Najaah said, kissing him smack on the lips and giving his pants a squeeze.
"How's my favorite hoe," Dre teased, backing up and allowing Najaah to enter the club.
"Nigga it's like Christmas up in this bitch cause I'm ready to ho, ho, ho," Najaah shot back, heading straight for the bar.
With the looks Najaah had, she never had to pay for any drinks. Niggas were falling over themselves to buy her drinks. She perched up on the faux leather stool, and tossed back something pink and fruity. The club was already packed, and it was only a little after midnight. The DJ was playing Fuck Up Some Commas, and from her seat she could see the dance floor was crowded. She thought about getting out there. Usually, she waited until she was sloppy drunk to dance, and that was the problem. No good dancing came out of a drunk female. She decided to change things up. She would go out there early.
As soon as she got out there, some sweaty nigga was trying to put his hands all over her. "Nah bruh," she yelled over the music. "You gon hafta take yourself and those knock off Tims somewhere else." The nigga couldn't take a hint though. His eyes were glazed over and his movements sloppy, but he had a pretty good handle on her ass.
"Please remove your hands from the lady," a smooth, deep voice said. Najaah looked up, one eyebrow raised. Lady? That was cute. Najaah may have been female but she was far from a lady. But damn, the nigga was cute. The speaker was tall, managing to tower over Najaah even in her heels. He had rich, golden brown skin, and his eyes were a twinkling hazel. His hair was cut low and he had nice waves. When Knock Off Tims saw his competition, he stumbled off, muttering curses. "I'm Adrian," the golden giant offered, sidling up to Najaah as she continued to dance.
"Najaah." Najaah kept dancing as the song switched to Pour It Up, by Rihanna. She grinded seductively all over Adrian, and she could hear his breathing getting faster. She slid one hand down his chest, slowly. Adrian was basically salivating with lust. She could feel his hard on through his pants. "Hey," she said, talking in his ear. "How about we go someplace more...private."
Najaah already knew it was going to be a long night.