A Daddy's World (Urban/New Adult)

Chapter 8

Kodi

I can't believe I let Trina talk me into coming to this tired ass club that plays 90's music still, but I can't believe it even more that I actually was able to make it inside.

"Are you sure we all good? I didn't ride here just to get kicked to the side in front of some ol' random-ass strangers." Trina's friend asked her while we were still in the parking lot.

I never actually met the girl before today, but Trina introduced us when I got in the car. That was only an hour ago and I already forgot the girl name, I think it's Ne'auna or Ne'arra or some other crazy shit I can't seem to remember. Damn.

She was cool, though. She looked real friendly, light skin, curly hair, and pretty ass eyes. She looks like a baby who just turned 20 years old, with her baby face and slim waist. Her hips were about the same size as mine, though, which means she wears at least a size 10 in slim. But seriously, she looks like a younger version of Bianca. Her and Bianca could be sisters. We were thinking the same thing when we were walking up to the club.

I didn't want it to be some stupid pop-off on me when Trina was the only one allowed in, because I wasn't going to do anything extra to get in, except maybe paying a few extra dollar bills if I had to. That's one of the main problems with this generation. We don't ever discuss shit like this on the way to the party. We always winging it or only know half of the whole plan.

"Yes, girl. I know the security," Trina said and we believed her.

Trina was wearing some animal print leggings that had her butt jiggling left and right, and everywhere else. Thighs and all. Trina wasn't a big girl but she was most definitely thick. Her legs looked like chicken drum sticks, but on her, it fit. Especially with her pretty, mocha, round face. She looked good tonight, sporting a new jean jacket I'd never seen her wear before.

Her ass got the attention of just about every nigga in line. Even the ones with females already around them, or the ones that came with females. They didn't even have to look our way if they have a girl on their arm but that type of value won't really stop a man these days.

All the bouncer had to do was grab Trina's ass, and we were let in for free, no charge, after they whispered to each other for a little bit and held up the line while me and Trina's friend stood on the side, awkwardly.

Their public display of affection made me a little sick, but I didn't say anything to her about it. Hell, she did get us in the club, plus she's my homegirl.

If another girl had the audacity to say something, I wouldn't have agreed with her. I probably would have mugged the jealous bitch and muttered something about how people can't mind their business anymore, either.

Now that we're in the club, leaning up against a wall, I'm realizing that it was a bad idea and I should've stayed home because every nigga in here is on their grimy shit today and yes, it made me tight as fuck. When we were walking over here to the wall every other nigga we passed wanted to grab one of our asses or some titties. Not one of them keeps their hands, eyes, or comments to themselves. I don't know how the girls I'm with felt in here (or every other female for that matter), but I know it annoyed the shit out of me so bad that I want to leave already, and we just walked in. I never even got the chance to check for a nigga I might have had an interest in. I decide to do a quick once over of the room to check it out. Nope. There's not one person in here who looks big at all, I can tell that everyone who comes here is broke as shit. They move, talk and sound broke. Most of them sipping from cups, no bottles on tables, no smoke, nothing. Shit is wack. Even the music wack as fuck. I look at my girls to see if they want to go and stupidly, they seem to be having a good ass time next to me. Maybe it's just me who's bugging because I'm high. We smoked in the car and I hated it. It's making it easier to be around all these men, but I still wish I had a drink instead. I don't know if the bar is going to card us or not but we look so young. I can tell because nobody has come over to us yet and offered drinks or anything. The inside security keeps staring in our direction, too, I think. By the time the three songs play, I can't really tell anymore. I'm scared that the bartender might not be as lenient as the security guard and then we might get kicked out for real.