The last five minutes before I can punch my time card seems endless. Each second seems like and hour and each minutes feels like a day. It was Friday and I just got paid and I had one thing on my mind. Once A month I go to my favorite Strip Joint. It's not a glamorous strip joint by any means. But it's ours. When I say that, I mean that this strip joint was strictly for the brothers (Owned by black and run by blacks). No white boys and no white bitches. This spot was what I called Black Man Heaven.
The place was dark and it was hot. It was in a neighborhood in Brooklyn where white people didn't dare step into. That's what I loved about this place. Mr. G's was a place where a black man could get away from the white world for a while. I work all day long around a bunch a white people that I can't stand. I know they couldn't stand my black ass especially since I'm a manager and have to tell them what to do. They smile and say nice things to my face. But I know I soon as I turn around they call me the " N- word" You know what I mean. I don't actually give a fuck. That shit just comes with the territory, especially when you are an educated black man with some skills.
I think I was in my car by 5:02. I hit the gas and I was gone. I worked in New Jersey and I lived In Westchester. My plan was go home shower, chill for a while, change and then get something to eat. Then I was going jump back in my ride and head off to Brooklyn. No offense white people, but sometimes A brotha' needs a break. Just like you get tired of us, we get tired of you. Weather you believe it or not, we enjoy the comfort of being around our own kind just like you do.
Traffic was insane that Friday night I didn't get home until 6:30. After I check my email and relaxed for a few minutes I jumped in the shower. When I got out of the shower my phone rang. It was this girl Kiesha, which I had been seeing for a few weeks. She was Okay and all that shit, but the bitch was a pain in the ass. I fucked her a few times and the pussy was good and shit, But the Bitch was boring as hell. She had no conversation for a brotha'. And the bitch wouldn't suck my dick. I guess that's why fucking her was so fucking boring. I love pussy and all that shit but I also love getting my cocked sucked. I mean what did she expect. If she thought sticking my cock in her in her cunt would satisfy me completely she was crazy. I got spoiled in college. When I went to college I found out that white bitches sucked dick and swallowed cum like vacuums, I nearly lost my mind. I had a different white bitch suck my cock every month. What fascinated me about white girls was that white bitches may not give you the pussy right away. But they will suck you off in a minute if they liked you.
I told Kiesha that I was going out with my boyz. Then she asked me what I was doing the next day and I made another excuse. The bottom line was I didn't want to be bothered with her bullshit. Let her go bore some other mothe-fucka to death. All I wanted to do was have a few drinks and watch some fine black bitches get bucked naked and shake their ass around. It was just that simple. I wanted to be entertained and with a pocket full of money anything is possible.
Around 9:00 I got dressed. I was ready to bounce when my phone rang again. My first thought was to let it ring and let the answering machine pick it up. I walk over to the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was my sister cell phone number. At first I wasn't gonna answer it. You see my sister is a sweet girl. But she can be a royal pain in the ass sometimes. She's 24 years old (two years younger then me) and is always caught up in some bullshit especially with men. When it comes to men she makes bad decisions. She choices the types of guyz that I can't stand. Now she was living with this fool who was a total asshole. I met that fool once and told my sister that she was playing herself by mess'in with this joker. She didn't like what I had to say about him. So, I didn't hear from her for like a few weeks. I guess I hurt her feelings
I answered the phone and right away regretted it. I wished I had let the machine pick it up.
"Hey bro... What's up... "
We chit chatted for a few minutes. But I could tell that something was up with her. Then she said,
"Dee... I need a favor" My name is Dwayne and When she calls me Dee... I knew what ever it was she was going to ask me, was gonna cost me money. I told myself that I wasn't gonna give her any dough. But deep down I knew if she asked me for some money that I would most likely give it to her.
"What up Staci... What do you need girl?"
"Dee... Umm... Do you think Umm... I could stay at your place tonight... Mike and I got into a big fight and I just don't want to stay here tonight."
I was shocked; this was the first time that my sister asked me for something that wouldn't cost me anything. I asked her what happened. It took her a while to finally tell me that she came home early from work and saw some bitch walking out of their place. She knew the girl was one of his Ex-girlfriends. By the time she parked her car and rushed into the house the girl was gone. When she went into the house she found her boyfriend in the bedroom in his boxers. He told her that nothing went on but she could smell it. I know the smell she was talking about. It's that fucking smell. It lingers in a room for a while after sex. She told me that he denied everything. She stormed out of the house and has been driving around for the past three hours.
I felt for her but what could I do. I knew that mother-fucka was no good. But sometimes when it comes to family members its best to stay out of their bussines. I love my sister and there's nothing I wouldn't do for her. But when it comes to her relationships she must learn for herself. I'll only give her my opinion if she asks me and that's that. My sister needed a place to stay; I couldn't deny such a small request. I told her that I was going out. I told her I'd leave key to the door under the mat. She asked me where I was going and I started laughing. I told her I was going to a gentleman's club In Brooklyn. She started laughing cause she knew where I was going there were no gentlemen. I had told her about G's a long time ago. Then She started giggling and said,
"Can I come with you?"
"Ha... ha... Are you crazy girl... Hell No." I quickly replied.
I thought she was only teasing but I'm not going to deny it. The thought was sexy. It's rare but once in awhile a brotha brings a girl with them into the club. I've always thought that shit was kind of kool. I always find myself staring at the female spectators in a strip joint wondering what's going on in their heads. I wonder if she's there just for her man. Or is she actually enjoying scene. Most of them seem to be comfortable and relaxed. The really kool ones are not threatened by the bitches on stage. And what I really find sexy is when I see them handing the girls on stage dollar bills just like the fella's. Women are not allowed in the club unless a man escorts them. Which means all female spectators belong to someone.
"Have you ever been to a strip joint girl?" I asked.
"No... Come on now Dee... you know I've never been to one of those places... But I've always wanted to... Come on Dee... Take me with you... I promise I'll behave... I just want to go somewhere... anywhere... its doesn't matter... I haven't been out in a long time... Please... Please can I go with you.?"
I could here the excitement in her voice. I don't know what possessed me but I said,
"Okay... you can come with me, but I want you on your best behavior... This my night and my spot... If you don't like it to bad... I don't want to hear, I want to go home crap or take me home shit... Okay."
She agreed and started thanking me. I told her that I was ready to go. She laughed and told me that she's been sitting in her car outside my apartment the whole time. I told her to come upstairs and hurry up. Two minutes later she was ringing the bell. When she came to the door she had a huge smile on her face. My sister a beautiful girl. She's about 5'7 and she is stacked. She's about 140 pounds. And all of her weight rests in her plump tits and her thick ass. Many times I've had to look away. Even though she was my sister I must admit that I've checked her out a few times when she wasn't looking. She had on a low-cut blouse that revealed plenty of cleavage. But what really caught my eyes was her skirt and that fat ass that seemed to be trapped inside it.
"Am I dresses Okay... Can I go like this?" she said excitedly.
"Yeah... Yeah... yeah... you look fine lets go." I said quickly trying my best not to stare at her."
We jumped in the car headed south towards the BQE (Brooklyn Queens Expressway).On the way down we talked about all kinds of shit. I haven't talked to her in a while so we kind of caught up with all the usually crap. We talked about everything except her current boyfriend. She even brought up her friend Denise who I fuck once way back in the days. Her friend Denise was fine too. But she was another bitch that didn't want to suck my cock.
"You must have put something on that girl, To this day she still asks me about you." She said laughingly.
I did put something on Denise. I tore that pussy up. I fucked her twice that night and eat her pussy. When I ask the bitch for a little head she made a face and said,
"That's Nasty... I don't do that."
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