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CLAUDIA

W hen I hung up with Kimmie, I turned the radio up in my Panamera and headed to this party this girl Dymond that I knew was telling me about. As TGIF by GloRilla blasted as loud as my system would go, I rapped to the lyrics feeling myself.

“It's 7 p.m. Friday. It's 95 degrees. I ain't got no nigga, and no nigga ain't got me.” I shouted as I pumped one of my fists in the air making my way out of the parking garage headed toward Lake Shore Drive. The party tonight was in Hyde Park right by the lake at this new club called The West Park . From the name of it, I would’ve never thought that it would be the type of club that I would be interested in going too. When Dymond told me that it was an exclusive smoke lounge that ballers and high rollers frequented and was invite only, I was down. That meant some guys on my level would be in attendance and that sounded like my type of venue.

“I'm 'bout to show my ass. These niggas love a freak.” I rapped with Glo but then added my own twist. “And boy will they find, a nasty freak that’s me.”

I pulled up and just like Dymond said, there was private parking in the back of the building which was amazing because there was no parking anywhere on the street. Since this was my first time going and I was basically her guest, she met up with me by the entrance to ensure that I wouldn’t have any problems getting in. Dymond was a pretty red bone with really jacked up teeth. A couple years in some braces and baby girl would be a stunna.

I’ve known her since high school and overall, she has been pretty decent to chill with. Ion too much like how she moves with her other friends because she always tells their business, which made me feel like she would tell mine if I shared it with her. Even though she was cool, and we kicked it every now and then, I kept her at a distance. When it came to having a bunch of friends, I was never that girl. But I had a lot of associates and people that I liked to hang around and have fun with. Kimmie and my mom were the only people I would call my best friends.

I handed my keys to the Valet, then took the young man’s hand as he helped me out of my SUV.

“You look and smell lovely tonight.”

“Thank you. Handle my baby with care.” I smiled as he got into my Panamera.

“Girl, you wearing that ain’t chu!” Dymond complimented as she crip walked toward me being extra.

I had on an all-black, hollow out mini dress that only covered a small part of my stomach, arms, crotch, and back. Everywhere else was exposed in a sexy peek-a-boo vibe that complimented the all-black sleek Tom Ford Lock stiletto heels I was rocking. I normally styled my hair in a silk press, but today I had it in a long sleek ponytail that flowed down to my ass.

Sunflower-Spider Man by Post Malone and Swae Lee was playing as I walked into the venue, and I was instantly impressed. The lights were low with a blue hue, music was lit, drinks were in the air and hookahs were going, but it smelled more like straight weed and money cause damn near every guy that I walked past smelled good. Plush blue velvet booths lined the walls, and small tables were set up throughout the room. People were sitting in the booths smoking, drinking and eating, some were at the bar and others were on the dance floor. It was giving grown and sexy; a total vibe.

I followed Dymond to the bar as I surveyed the room and rocked to the beat. There were so many fine ass niggas in the building I was starting to get a little overwhelmed, so a drink was exactly what I needed. When I went up to the bar, there was a list of featured drinks for tonight and the one that caught my attention was the one that was called, Porn Star.

“Oh bih, you trying to get bent. That’s one of my favorites,” Dymond said as she ordered one also.

I picked that drink because it was the only one that had tequila in it, and it came with a glass of champagne. Once the bartender handed us our drinks, we danced back to the section we were sitting in. Soon as we sat down a waitress came over and took our food and hookah with THC orders then we continued to vibe. I only ordered an appetizer of fried calamari and salmon bites. Once the hookah came and the THC hit my system with the tequila, it had me lit and feeling good.

Baddest in the Room by Fridayy came on and I got up and wound my hips to the beat. Dancing my way to the dance floor, it didn’t take long before I had a dance partner. This tall, light-skin, finer than a muthafucka man was grinding against me matching me move for move to the beat.

“You damn sho’ the baddest in this muthafucka. What’s your name pretty lady?”

“Claudia…yours?”

“Ermias.” He whispered into my ear as his lips lightly brushed against my skin causing an intense sensation to flow down my back. “You're the baddest in the room, the baddest in the room. The way that you move, I'm focused on you.”

As he sang to the music my adrenaline kicked in a lil and I had to control my breathing. I had just met this stranger, and he was already getting a reaction out of my body. The next song was a lil slower than the last one, Cooped Up/Return of the Mack by Post Malone and Mark Morrison came on as I turned around and faced Ermias. His eyes were low and glazed over like he had hit some strong kush.

He had a full, thick beard that Kimmie and I called a crunch muncher with a mustache and bald fade. He smelled like Baccarat and looked like money in the Dussault Trashed jeans with a white tee that had Dussault in grey on the front and crisp all-white Dior B27 Uptown low top sneakers.

I loved fashion and even though I bargain shopped on Fashion Nova and Shein, I still knew my labels. When he smiled, his golds sparkled and I instantly fell in love. Something about the way he was looking at me made me feel like I may had just found my man.

We danced until the song was over then he followed me back to the section Dymond was in. When we made it over there she was coupled up with some big ass, muscle down nigga.

“Aye E, come holla at me for a minute,” Muscle man said to Ermias as Dymond got up from his lap.

“I’ll be right back,” Ermias said then brushed his finger under my chin and winked at me.

“Not you don’ snatched up Ermias West! Okay friend!” Dymond hi-fived me once they both walked off.

“You know him?! Girl, where did he come from? Dude is fine as fuck. I think I’m in love.”

“Bih, he the owner. You see I’m trying to get up with his homeboy.”

“Girl, he big as hell. You sure you can handle allat man?”

“Listen, I will fuck that big nigga so good I’ll have him sucking his thumb and singing my name.” Dymond, smirked causing me to bust out laughing.

“Okay deeennn,” I chuckled.

Not even ten minutes later they were back.

“You riding or what, shorty?” Dude asked Dymond and she jumped up so fast she damn near knocked the table over.

“So, this all you?” I asked Ermias as he sat next to me.

“Yeah, you like it.”

“I love it. This just might be my new spot to be honest. I’ma have to bring my sister with me for sure next time.”

“Fasho. Y’all should come through next Thursday. I’m hosting an engagement party for my homeboy. It’s gon’ be a vibe, you definitely don’t want to miss out.”

“Count me in.” I smiled. “Well, it’s getting late. I’ma head out. It was very nice meeting you…I look forward to seeing you next week.”

“What if I said I’m not ready for our night to end. You wanna go for a ride?”

“I drove here.”

“Yo’ car good.”

It didn’t take much for Ermias to convince me and before I knew it, he was escorting me to his all-white and chrome Maybach.

Two Hours Later

Peace Sign by Usher was softly playing in the background as Ermias got well acquainted with my body. When he asked me to go for a ride with him, I expected that we would ride around, talk and get to know another and we kinda did that but somehow we ended up at his condo. The fact that he drove a Maybach confirmed that his money was long, but when he pulled up to 850 Lake Shore Drive, my yoni started thumping.

When we walked into his condo it took my breath away. I had been in plenty penthouses, but this one hit different than all the rest. His place didn’t give bachelor vibes like you would expect; it was tidy, modern and sleek. I didn’t get a tour of his place, but the living room, kitchen, his bedroom and bathroom made me fall in love with it.

Sexual tension between us was intense and our conversation was insightful. Ermias was born and raised in Chicago like I was, and he too went to a city school. We never crossed paths because he was at a public city school, and I went to a private one.

“On this side, legs up like a peace sign. Two cups down, got her tongue-tied, can't wait 'til I'm inside.” Usher’s voice bellowed throughout the room.

My legs were legit up in a peace sign on Ermias’s shoulders as he worked my center like his life depended on it. In my early twenties, I couldn’t even front, I’d had my share of sex encounters but sex with Ermias had so much passion that I got lost in the moment. I really feel like he fucked me so good that I would be happy with having only his dick and no one else for the rest of my damn life.

Ermias was covered from his neck down in tatts and I could tell that he took very good care of himself. He was lean and tone, yet still very masculine and strong.

Aside from the music, sounds of our lovemaking filled the room as I felt my next wave of pleasure begin to erupt.

“Ahhhh shit, you feel so good. Grab my neck.”

Ermias wrapped one of his hands around my neck and applied just enough pressure to send me into overdrive. As I creamed all over him, he continued to knock the frame loose on my sensitive lil yoni; had my legs trembling and mouth drier than the Sahara Desert. Even though we had just met, it felt like he was making love to my soul. That was my confirmation that I had indeed found my soulmate.

Ermias picked up the pace and started long stroking me at a steady pace, then he leaned in closer, my legs still on his shoulders and started tongue-kissing me. The kiss was sloppy and tasted like Big Red gum.

Between his grunts, groans and moans Ermias had me hooked. After what felt like the most beautiful song on repeat and 45 minutes later, he finally released in the condom. Once his dick stopped thumping inside of me, he slid out and snatched the condom off, then spooned me. I could feel his dick against my ass as I laid cradled in his embrace. He just didn’t know it yet, but I wasn’t about to let this man go. I planned to hold on to him for dear life.