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Chapter Six

KOSHA

T wo weeks had officially passed since the new move to the Lake as everyone called it.

Two places I’d been was the shop and home only.

I couldn’t tell you a thing about nothing but tonight, I was willing to see how they partied.

Onyx convinced me to go out with her, and I invited the women from the shop as a bonding exercise in a way.

Business was one thing but seeing how a person moved outside of it spoke volumes.

I turned around in the mirror for the umpteenth time and was still unsure of my fit.

I wore an all black laced jersey with a cute little black skirt.

The black thigh high boots paired was a must.

My entire fit was from Fashion Nova.

I had a lighter toned skin, so the darker colors looked good on me.

I wore a diamond necklace and earrings to match.

The tennis bracelet was also sitting nicely on my wrist.

Still, it was something about this entire ensemble I couldn’t get with.

“Maybe I need to settle on the dress instead,” I voiced aloud.

Suddenly my cell phone rang, and I released a deep sigh.

I had a feeling it was Onyx making sure I didn’t go back on my word.

Grabbing the phone off the bed, I answered seeing that my hunch was right.

“I’m almost ready,” I said not caring to greet her properly.

“Answer your FaceTime bestie.” I did like she asked and set the phone down on the table where she could see me completely.

“You look cute. Where you get that from?”

“Fashion Nova. It’s something wrong with it though. I can’t put my finger on it.”

“It’s the earrings. Change them for the hoops. Them dangling ones are more for like a date night with yo’ boo.” I quickly changed them out and still wasn’t feeling it.

“I think I’m just about to stay home. I ain’t got shit to wear,” I complained.

“Girl, you look cute. Why you tripping? Don’t back out on me.”

“I’m not trying to but I’m really not feeling this bestie.”

“Have you taken any photos yet?” I nodded and she continued.

“Post it and watch them tell you the same thing I just did.”

Rolling my eyes, I posted one I thought was cute enough and waited.

My IG did numbers, so I expected nothing less than a few hundred, maybe thousand likes.

I continued giving myself a once over and finally took a seat on the bed.

I was over it.

“I told the girls at the shop to join us. You cool with that?” I questioned.

Onyx didn’t take well to new people, so I had to double check.

“Yeah, it’s straight. It’s a club so it ain’t much to worry ‘bout. They know I’ll be there?”

“Yeah. I told them.” Standing once again, I walked over to the mirror and started contemplating my back up.

“Maybe if I tuck the jersey a little.” I did so and thought it looked better out than in.

“I just pulled up. I’m coming.” Onyx hung up and I stood there not wanting to do shit but get in my bed.

I heard the front door open and waited until my friend could see the fit in person.

I was sure she would tell me how ugly this shit was for real.

My room door opened moments later with her wearing a blue dress that hugged her body like a glove.

I saw every curve and had to admit, the bitch body went crazy.

“Talking ‘bout me, bestie you look good in that blue.”

“Thank you. This was the first thing I saw and went with it. Now, tell me what’s wrong with this outfit. It’s really eating down friend,” she complimented.

“I don’t know Onyx. I’m telling you, this ain’t it.”

She grabbed my phone, my clutch, my keys, then stood by the door. She wasn’t about to let me waste another minute on my indecisiveness. I could spend all night trying to figure out what exactly was the best fit to go out in and miss the entire hangout. Clubs were dimly lit. No one cared how I looked for real but me.

“Let’s go, KoKo.

We not ‘bout to do this all damn night. You a bad bitch just in the face alone. The fit is nice on you. Trust me.”

“If I get talked about tonight, I’m beating yo’ ass,” I threatened.

“And when them niggas all up yo’ ass, I want a thank you!”

I shook my head following behind her. Stopping by Mel’s room, I knocked on the door before opening it.

I found her laying across her bed with feet in the air doodling in her sketchbook.

When she was in her zone, she could produce some damn good quality stuff.

I just wished she believed in herself the way I did.

“Knock, knock. I’m getting ready to head out.”

“Okay. Can I have a friend over?”

“Who’s this friend Melanie?” We were new to the city; she didn’t have any friends in my opinion.

However, I knew it wouldn’t take her long to find someone to kick it with.

She was that social butterfly in any circle.

“Her name’s Harli. I met her at school. We hung out the other night.”

“Don’t call no fuckin’ little ass boys over here, Melanie,” I warned her.

“I’m not, Mama. I just want to chill with Harli.”

I went against my better judgment and allowed her to have her friend come while I was gone.

“It’s fine with me. I’ll be back.”

Shutting her door, I continued downstairs and out the front door.

Onyx had already placed my key in it for me to lock up behind myself.

She was thoughtful when she wanted to be.

I hit the locks then hurriedly hopped in the front seat.

Onyx pulled off immediately.

I was nervous about doing anything in Eastlake, but it was time I saw what all my new residence had to offer.

Being cooped up at home or in the shop wasn’t gon’ cut it.

We enjoyed the tunes the radio played as we smoked on a blunt.

Letting loose like this barely happened for me.

There was no time to really unwind when my day started at six in the morning and didn’t end until ten sometimes.

This little break was needed.

For the past two weeks, my shop had grown, and my time went to maintaining a steady and drama free place.

It didn’t help that Houston’s homeboys started messaging me asking for a chance, but I kept it cute and cordial.

I was a firm believer in birds of a fuckin’ feather flocked together.

He was so worried about himself that he didn’t even realize his friends were the ones that volunteered information about his infidelity.

They wanted me bad.

All three of them.

I saved him heartbreak by turning them down repeatedly because the passes didn’t stop or slow up.

And it was the same thing each and every time.

Houston don’t know how good he got it .

Well, he had no choice but to find out because I dipped faster than a cone in Dairy Queen.

I had too much self respect for myself to let anybody play with me like that.

The THC filled my lungs as the night breeze hit me in the face gently.

Nothing beat being high and having fun.

It was that adult thing no one could take from us.

Like, once you were lifted, there wasn’t a soul that could ruin your vibe.

It took us approximately twenty minutes to get to this club called The Hive.

The girls from the shop suggested it and we agreed to it.

This was home for them, so I assumed they knew not to take us anywhere we couldn’t have a good time.

The parking lot was jammed packed, and I knew then, I was getting somewhere with some type of seclusion.

Having people standing over me or bumping into me irritated my soul.

Whatever needed to be paid for a section, I didn’t mind coughing up the funds.

Onyx grabbed a parking space off to the side and we stepped out heading for the line.

I texted Amy and let her know we were here.

She informed me to skip the line and give the bouncer our name.

They’d already paid for us to get in.

The slurs and name calling me, and Onyx received were much like the ones we got in Atlanta.

A mad hoe or broke nigga always had the most mouth.

I swear we couldn’t ever step out without somebody getting they little feelings hurt.

It wasn’t our fault God did his big one on us and it damn sure wasn’t our fault money talked for us.

We riddled off our names to the man at the door and he kindly moved to the side and let us in.

As soon as we stepped inside the DJ had a bomb ass mix spinning.

I immediately started doing my infamous two step following Onyx to the bar.

“Where yo’ crew? Did she tell you where to go?” she asked.

“Uhm, no, but let’s sit at the bar for a second and scope the scene. I want to fill the room out first,” I responded copping a seat.

Onyx repeated my actions, and we called off our drinks to the bartender.

I settled for a simple Patron and Red Bull while bestie went for a Rum and Coke.

We always played it safe anytime we went to an unfamiliar place.

If we came here again, the turn up might be different.

I scanned the room as I sipped and noticed the vibe was cool.

No one looked as if they would turn this from a vibe to murder scene.

My phone vibrating in my clutch caught my attention briefly.

I pulled it out and saw it was Amy.

Amy: I see y’all.

You want me to come get y’all?

We have a section on the second floor away from the crowd.

Me: Nah, we’ll come up.

Just meet us at the top of the stairs.

Tapping Onyx on her shoulder, I said, “Come on, bestie. They got a section upstairs.”

We hopped down off the stools and danced our way to the stairwell.

The people were respectful enough to make way for us as we passed by.

I could see myself stopping through here again if the folk were mellow like this.

Another set of bouncers stood at the top of the stairs, and we pointed to Amy, who was making her way over.

He stepped to the side and let us through the velvet ropes.

Amy was in a light blush pink dress with the strap heels to match.

She was built like a ghetto barbie, but she looked damn good.

You wouldn’t think she was in her mid-thirties from first glance.

She gave them young hoes a run for their money much like me and bestie.

“Y’all look cute, KoKo,” she complimented while hugging us both.

“Thanks girl. This is my best friend, Onyx. She’s from Atlanta as well. Has Sadie and Daria got here yet?” I questioned looking pass her for my girls.

“Yeah, they got here like ten minutes ago. Come on. Oh, and nice to meet you Onyx.”

“Same boo,” bestie responded.

She ushered us over to the third section on the left-hand side of the floor.

I noticed the first two had a reserved sign on them.

That let me know someone would be joining us before the night was over.

I was very observant of my surroundings, especially in a place I didn’t.

have a clue about.

“KoKo!” My crew screamed my name as soon as they saw me making me feel like I was wanted.

They each stood and gave both me and Onyx hugs.

I introduced her to the girls the way I did for Amy and before I knew it, the shots were rolling.

When me and my bestie stepped out, it was always a time.

However, we had the girls with us this time and they were showing us a hell of a time.

It wasn’t the first time Sadie and Daria kicked it with us, so they knew the vibes.

The DJ was doing his thing spinning all the jams but when he played Chris Brown’s “Under the Influence,” I wanted nothing more than to grind on a nigga and show him Megan wasn’t the only bitch with good knees.

With the liquor flowing through my veins, I walked to the edge of the railing with Sadie and did my shit.

She was as good as it would get speaking that she was gay and a stud.

“Yassssss! Fuck it up best friend!” Onyx yelled, giving me a boost.

“Okay, KoKo! Work that hoe!” Henny chimed.

I had the biggest smile on my face as I threw ass on Sadie.

We danced on each other all the time back home, so this was nothing new for her.

She had a hold of my hips and moved to my rhythm making sure to catch everything thrown.

It was sad that she could handle me better than Houston’s dumbass ever could and all we were doing was having a good time.

“I know y’all in here having a good time but give it up for the BMG crew for stopping through. Chrome, first round on me nigga!”

The DJ cut the music for a quick second to welcome the same disturbing crew of niggas from the alley.

I rolled my eyes and kept dancing when he gave the music back.

I wasn’t about to let them fuck up my night.

I had a hell of a buzz and was feeling myself.

It wasn’t shit they could do or say to me to stop that.

Me and Sadie stayed on the floor for another song which was “Easy” from DaniLeigh and Chris Brown.

The DJ was in his bag spinning that nigga back to back like that.

The grind continued and for some reason I felt like somebody was burning a fuckin’ hole in the side of my face or something.

I looked to the side and Chrome stood there eyeing me like he could devour me in one setting if I allowed him.

I stood and we damn near had a face off.

However, Onyx caught the exchange and read him like a book.

She called out what he really wanted, and I couldn’t help but feed into her bullshit.

“He ain’t ready for all that ass best friend. Show that nigga who the fuck you is!” she yelled.

I sauntered over to him and began to throw my shit to that new Gelo and GloRilla “Can You Please.” I only knew half these songs due to Melanie playing them all around the house or in the car.

I allowed her to have her creative lane being an artist and all.

This one little song she played often, and it grew on me.

He held the same grip as Sadie did, but he moved better.

He was following me with every roll and turn.

His crew stood to the side and watched us both give the crowd a show.

With a hand around my neck, he worked my body as if we were the only two in this muthafucka and I couldn’t deny that the wetness between my thighs was because of him.

I knew I was drunk when I allowed his young ass to put his lips on me.

He kissed my neck softly as we grinded through another jam.

It wasn’t until Lauren came over and stopped the ongoing show that I realized the many glares from the women below.

I was so in my zone and actually having fun with Chrome’s ass.

“I know you tired, boss lady, come cool off and sip for a lil’ bit.” Lauren grabbed me by the hand and went to pull me away from Chrome when he snatched me back.

“Nah., that ain’t even ‘bout to go down. She where she supposed to be,” he said confidently wrapping his arm around my waist.

“The show’s over baby boy. You got folk waiting on you,” I said pointing to his crew. They had dispersed and filled up the two reserved sections the second Lauren interrupted us.

“Them niggas grown and can entertain themselves. You on the other hand, you got a nigga attention. I ain’t ready to turn you loose just yet.”

I liked the way he spoke with so much authority. He was young but he had this aura that surrounded him that I hadn’t seen in a man in a long ass time. From the way his gaze stayed locked in on mine to the way he gently held me hostage. He wanted me near him, and I definitely understood why. I worked his ass on the dance floor and probably had his ass thinking ‘bout all the positions he could have me in.

“Chrome—"

“Look at you, Ma, already calling a nigga name and all I did was dance with you,” he said cutting me off.

Smiling, I shook my head and said to Lauren, “I’m good boo. I’ll be over in a second.” She nodded and let me be.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we swayed from side to side. He smelled so fuckin’ good and he damn sure looked like he would fuck me from wall to wall in this bitch regardless of who watched. I could tell he was the kind of nigga that didn’t back down from shit.

“Your arrogant as fuck, you know that?”

“I’ve heard it a time or two. What the fuck that got to do with anything though?” he questioned.

“Because you making me wet Chrome. This is inappropriate, especially for me. You don’t look a day over the age of twenty-one.”

He was so damn fine, but he was a baby, and I knew it. I couldn’t rob this cradle. Plus, the liquor had completely taken over. I was sure that whatever decisions made from here on out could be classified as intoxicated ones. Too close to my baby’s age and I needed to put some space between us, but this nigga was magnetic. I was definitely where I needed to be for the moment.

“I’m twenty- four, twenty-five in a couple weeks. Ain’t no cradle Fade,” he replied nibbling on my neck. His light kisses had my knees ready to buckle.

“This the second time you done called me that. What’s up with that?”

“I like this pixie cut you got going on. Plus, I ain’t want to call you no hoe or nothing like that just because I ain’t know yo’ name yet. Regardless of what you may think, a nigga got more respect for a woman than that. What is it by the way?”

“Kosha, but my people call me KoKo.”

“I like Fade better. I need you with me tonight. You gon’ give me that?”

“Little boy?—”

“You just got through dancing all on my dick, ain’t shit lil’ ‘bout me and you know it.” His response caused me to blush. I felt nothing but pipe when we danced. Hell, it was one of the main reasons a bitch didn’t move. That shit felt good behind me.

“I am not your speed baby boy. This is fun and all, but I would never cross that line no matter how thin it is.”

His hands went to exploring my bottom half as his mouth attacked mine. With each squeeze he gave to my ass, the hungrier I became for him. He took what he wanted, and I was understanding that the longer we stayed connected. I was in his deck of cards, and I’d be damned if he wasn’t playing it right. My pussy was damn near screaming for him at this point.

“See that, hot and fuckin’ bothered. I need you with me tonight, Fade. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“No wasn’t my answer choice, Chrome. You can have me until it’s time for me to go and not a second further. I have responsibilities unlike you.”

“You talk a lot of shit for somebody that don’t know a nigga. All I need is a night for you to learn me though. I promise you won’t be talking all that shit in the morning.”

My bottom lip was pulled in and penetrated by my teeth. His words had my body craving everything he was willing to bestow upon a bitch. Young, fine, and slanging. Yeah, I knew all too well what the fuck was ‘bout to come out of this night. However, all the liquid courage I consumed had me ready to follow this nigga to the moon and back and I had yet to feel the veins that outlined his dick.

“One night,” I said agreeing to his shenanigans.