Some Things Never Change: An African American BWBM Urban Fiction Romance (2 page)

In no time their
shift was over. She and the girls stopped by a gas station to get
some Smirnoff ice and condoms. They all lived by the motto better
safe than sorry. While the girls were rotating the bathroom. She was
knee deep in Tammy’s locker looking for something that covered
her. Everything party related that Tammy had was all about exposure.
She eventually settled on a green bandage dress that matched her
hazel eyes and showed off her ass. There was nothing much she could
do for her lack in the chest department except to make sure her
nipples weren’t visible.

The three ladies in
the back seat chatted nonstop about nonsensical matters the entire
ride to the venue. To think Lou walked passed this empty lot everyday
on her way to work and never knew it could be transformed at night.
It took Tammy forever to find a decent parking spot. She turned off
the engine grabbed her keys and purse. In her buzz, Tammy was excited
and ready to party while Lou got out of the car reluctantly. She felt
uncomfortable with the clingy dress riding up her ass. There would be
no bending over to pick up anything tonight. Tammy sensed her
hesitancy so she grabbed her left hand and pulled Lou along with her
to the club. No doubt in case Lou changed her mind, which she had
contemplated doing several times on the way over. Tammy poked Lou
then turned her attention to the cashier.

“Just chill,
have fun and relax, it’s not that serious. You look like you
are going to pass out any second!” she smirked.

She then paid the
cover charge for the group. The cashier could hardly be seen, just a
hand reached out to collect the money through a small gaping window
to the side of the building. Two hostesses placed bands on their
hands and indicated which way for the ladies to walk. Lou turned and
followed the others meekly and made her way towards the imposing
entrance. She caught sight of eight thuggish looking men standing
there by the entrance waiting for her to come closer. She felt like
they were licking their chops as they observed the fresh meat. No
doubt inspecting the quality and giving them individual grades.

Lou instantly
recognized that insignia on their shirts it was the sign for the
local gang the Dutty Bloodz. Of all the places, why did Tammy have to
choose here to party? She had heard horror stories about police
raiding their parties to look for contraband. These parties were wild
and off the hook. People settled differences outside the parties with
tales of fights and knifings.

“Relax Lou,
nothing is going to happen.”

Tammy gave her a
nudge to indicate that Lou should take that look of dismay off her
face. Two of the men stepped away from the others to search them
after pointing to a “no weapons allowed” sign. It was
very brief search with the wave of a metal detector. Lou let out an
audible sigh of relief. She had heard horror stories about guards
copping a feel while searching and she wasn’t quite sure how
she would react. If any of them squeezed her crotch or boobs in their
search for concealed weapons.

“Hello
Beautiful, haven’t seen you here before.” He was the
fatter of the two that looked almost identical.

“Evening,”
was all the slender one of the two said.

He had a kind face
which didn't quite match his rough, hard voice. Both wore matching
Hugo Boss shirts and skinny jeans but in different colors. Unlike the
others that had on t-shirts with the insignia, these two were
probably higher in ranking as they both wore chains that had the
insignia in pendant form. The smaller one didn't look as aggressive
as the fatter one, so Lou focused her attention on him while the
other guy did the search on the other ladies. When they were done
they all went in through the wide entrance at the same time. It
opened into a long corridor with hookah machines that lined the wall.
None were unoccupied and every table had a placard that told what
flavor you could smoke at that machine.

Smoking had never
interested Lou. She tried it once and didn’t see the
fascination. Tammy and the others smoked cigarettes. They claimed it
cut their appetites by half and helped them maintain their fabulous
figures. Their belief was that everybody had to die, some faster than
others. They would at least die high with a smile on their face and a
slim waist. Hookah was the new rage now with the promoters
campaigning that it was the lesser evil to tobacco, a healthy
alternative to tobacco smoking. The rappers looked cool with it in
their music videos and so could you, it was cheaper and more
affordable than its competitors which added to its thriving
popularity.

Nevertheless, Lou
didn’t want to feel left out. She succumbed to peer pressure
and curiosity as she got up close and personal with a Hookah machine.
It kind of reminded her of a machine you would see in a mad
scientist’s lab. It came with a water container that had a
chamber in which your choice of tobacco was kept and slowly heated,
the conversion to smoke form fascinated her the most. She wondered
which genius had come up with this and how many people had already
become a slave to this new fad. Even though she personally disliked
smoking, she herself could see the appeal.

The whole set up was
amazing, once it turned into smoke it had to be cooled. So it was
once more connected to another chamber of water. Finally the cooled
smoke is inhaled through the mouth of the hookah smoker by a small
hose with a detachable mouth piece. So different people could have
their own mouthpiece but take turns using the same machine.

When the girls had
their fill of hookah, Tammy took the lead. “Follow me guys
let’s get a drink by the bar.”

Tammy kept turning
around to check that Lou hadn’t gotten lost in the crowd. They
pushed and pulled our way through the sea of moving bodies towards a
section where the crowd was most dense. Lou didn’t worry about
getting the attention of a bartender to get served. Tammy turned
heads no matter what she wore. Tonight she wore her hair down, her
fake dread locks that were curly with orange streaks cascaded down
her back like a waterfall. It was done so tiny and neat you would
think it was all natural. She matched her hair with a black crop top
with rips slashed across the chest revealing shocking orange netting
underneath. She paired it with a short orange mini skirt that barely
covered her butt and black knee high boots with stiletto heels. As
soon as she waltzed up to the busy bar, a bartender appeared out of
nowhere and said drinks were on the house courtesy of the Dutty
Bloodz.

“I don’t
think we should take anything from those guys.” Lou's advice
went unheeded. The ladies took the drinks and made their way to the
back of the club.

They passed a couple
practically making love on the dance floor.

“Those two need
to get a room for crying out loud.”

“Jealous?”
Tammy asked.

“Maybe. It’s
been awhile and those two reminded me of what I have been missing.”

Lou sipped her drink
that she bought with her own money. That’s her, independent to
the core. Besides she never saw the bartender mix it. No way was she
gonna end up a victim of date rape. She had watched enough “lifetime”
movies to give herself a hefty appreciation for her well being. She
couldn’t take her eyes off the couple. Why did men always go
for those ratchet chicks? Everything on her looked fake from her lips
to her over-inflated breasts. The only thing left for her to do would
be to rub her pussy on his face, everything else was already on
display.

She never thought she
had a type until she saw him. He was gorgeous. She herself was five
ft. five so she placed him about five ft. 11. He wasn’t the
usual dark chocolate she obsessed over. She was a huge fan of Idris
Elba and Morris Chestnut. He was the complete opposite, LL Cool J
lips, piercing dark brown eyes, with a body like Vin Diesel and
similar complexion, he had mixed ancestry and was closer to white,
with curly black hair. He wore a dress down bright blue cerulean suit
with a white tee under it and matching white kicks. The only jewelry
he wore was a ring, which she couldn’t make out the design
since she was standing a few feet away and an expensive watch that
blinged in the flashing lights. He had no visible piercings or
tattoos and was very clean cut. He looked like the type you would be
proud to have your parents meet.

Lou tried to distract
herself by dancing to the music but she couldn’t resist
glancing at the couple. She would never have the nerve to strike up a
conversation with a guy just like that. She was old school and felt
the guy should approach her. She didn’t want to be viewed as
acting too forward or overeager. Some part of her wished he would
look up so she could make eye contact with him but what next.

Just as she was
puzzling it, he looked up and stared her dead in the eyes and winked.
He knew Lou had been watching him the whole time. Lou instantly
panicked, supposed he approached. He looked straight at her,
oblivious to the crowd and the woman in his arms. Her heart started
racing, it felt like it was pounding in her ear drums instead of her
chest. She felt exposed and naked with his eyes on hers. It felt like
the crowd had parted just so he could view her. Lou tried to calm her
trembling hands and tamper down her errant thoughts.

She felt like his
gaze was electric and it zapped her down to her nether regions. She
felt wanton and wet, a very dangerous combination. When she heard her
favorite song playing she lost it completely and started dancing to
the sexy beat. His gaze never left her and it gently caressed her
body.

Lou lost count of how
many drinks she had somewhere along the line. She had closed her eyes
while dancing in sheer bliss. When she opened her eyes the couple was
long gone. She felt confused and adrift in the sea of people. Had it
all been just her imagination? Clearly she needed to get laid very
soon, if she was entertaining voyeurs these days. Tammy looked at her
amused she had witnessed her humiliation.

“He led her to
the restroom.” Tammy said through slightly slurred lips and a
knowing smirk.

Lou didn’t
respond, she continued dancing in a bid to sweat out the liquor. Just
plain old fortifying water, no more liquor for the rest of the night.
Since she was the most sober of the lot she would no doubt be driving
them home to Tammy’s that night.

Out of nowhere the
crowd seemed to separate into two sides. Five of the guys that she
had seen by the entrance earlier had formed a human barricade against
some scruffy looking men from getting at their leader. Both sides
were constantly being joined by members of their gang and Lou began
to wonder if there was more gang members than patrons in the club.

The DJ stopped the
music and said that he wouldn’t continue playing until they
took their fight outside. The DJ that was now playing was that
slender twin that she observed earlier. He looked very cute on stage
and had groupies surrounding him. The patrons watched the entire
debacle, some with fascination others with apprehension. She fell in
the latter, so much for living, wild and free. This night firmly
served to reinforce her belief that the partying lifestyle wasn’t
her thing. Lou felt uncertain, caged and out of place. She didn’t
want to be caught in the crossfire if war broke out in the club.

She was glad when the
fighters walked out taking half the crowd with them as they made
their way outside the club. There was a lot of hooting, hollering and
jeering from the crowd. No one knew the reason for the tension in the
club and speculation was rampant.

She gathered up the
drunken girls amidst the groans and jabs of being a party pooper and
somehow managed to get them to the car. Lou breathed a sigh of relief
that she and her friends got out of that den of inequity the same way
they entered. She drove with fastidiousness, and never once looked
back.

Earlier that same
Friday.

A short, lanky,
brown-skinned adult stood beside an equally short fat dude with
identical facial features. They were standing by the road waiting on
their ride. They would be getting hammered at the party later and
Sizzla was the designated driver. They were smelling good with
expensive cologne and dressed to impress the ladies. Both wore
matching Hugo Boss shirts and skinny jeans but in different colors.
The fat one wore a wide platinum chain that hung low around his neck.
They both had on the latest Yeezy Boost by Kanye West.

Fat Boy had just
finished beating the crap out of some low life that had disrespected
Powder when he hadn’t been around. He let that little shit
apologize to Powder before he knocked some sense into him. Powder was
blood, when you messed with one and dissed him, you insulted them
both.

“Thanks bro for
what you did back there.”

“Don’t
sweat it man, it was nothing.”

“Look at the
ass on that broad.”

They both stare wide
eyed as a slim browning with a huge bumper walked passed them deep in
thought. She paid them no mind as she crossed the road and went in to
Big Benny’s Burgers. Fat Boy suddenly had a craving for more
than just fast food. Powder shared a knowing smile and kicked a
pebble across the sidewalk not worried about scoffing his brand new
sneakers.

“She sure
looked damn good. No way in hell she would go for guys like us.”

Fat Boy chuckled.
“Speak for yourself, this nigga right here got more game than
Biggie Smalls. If he could get Faith Evans and Lil Kim. I can get
that beauty with her fat ass and pretty hazel eyes.”

“Dream on
nigga, women like that are independent and stubborn, and will wear a
brother down with questions. You can never do enough to please them.”

“That’s
why I ain’t on them women being all in my business. I school
them early and let them know their place from the get go. I learned
the game early from watching Wayne and Sizzla in action. If they
hound you, don’t spaz out and let them get suspicious. Just
tell them you out making that paper so you can buy them nice gifts.
Women like to know that the man they with is out there making money
and handling shit.”