Explosions of Grandeur.
Posted: 03 Oct 2019, 16:37
James placed the change down on the counter, drawing a sigh from the young cashier as she counted it up before handing him his bag. He placed the slice of pizza in between his teeth to free up his left hand, using it to exit the gas station.
Ricky was pumping gas while Asia sat on the hood of the car, appearing to take a picture. James grabbed the Four Loko out of the bag and gave it to Asia who smiled and motioned James to come in for a kiss.
James obliged and she gave him one on the cheek. Despite their rough edges, James had grown a soft spot for the sisters and on this particular night, they were escorting Asia to her W2 job which was stripping at a partially nude gentlemen’s club on the other side of the bridge.
James had been in Oakland for months now and hadn’t been to San Francisco so when Ricky asked if he could do Asia a solid, he didn’t mind. He didn’t have anything better to do on a Sunday night.
....
Ricky took a sip before passing the bottle over to James who declined it at first but upon second thoughts, he grabbed the bottle and poured it down his throat.
He looked over at Ricky who gave him a nod of approval to pass the bottle down to some of the other girls in the section. In a shocking turn of events, James had never actually attended a strip club, as a patron at least.
He kept a watchful eye on Asia, who didn’t seem to be getting much attention. She was light-skinned and petite with molehill for breast. James found her attractive but the rest of the crowd didn’t seem to as they focused more on the white girls on some of the other stages. She did have one loyal customer who seemed to be following her from stage to stage and kept trying to talk to her but she ignored his advances.
The chaperoning of Asia turned into a full scale party as Ricky got gifted bottles and a section by the owner of the strip club, an avid USC fan.
“What the fuck is this?” James said with a sour face, handing the bottle back to Ricky who had a set of buttocks just a few inches away from his face.
Ricky shrugged before pouring the contents of the bottle on her ass, smiling from ear to ear as he turned to face James, “These bitches with whatever!”
They were, at least when it came to Ricky. The dancers would come in and out of the section, paying attention only to Ricky as if James was invisible. Another dancer came into the section but this time it was a familiar face who sat in between James and Ricky, leaning into Ricky’s ear.
“Fuck that,” Ricky shook his head, “I’m getting busy over here!”
Asia leaned in once again and continued to talk into his ear. James tried to eavesdrop but couldn’t make anything out.
“Yo,” Ricky tapped James on the shoulder as Asia looked along, “You got her?”
James looked at Asia and nodded, following her as they went down the small flight of stairs that led them from their private section to the general floor area. The music was too loud so they moved towards the bar where there was a bit of a dead area.
“I’m getting off early tonight,” she explained, “I’m about to get changed, meet you out back where you dropped me off.”
“Slow night?” James asked, regretting asking that question as soon as it left his lips, “I’m....it just....”
“It was,” she shrugged.
“Hold on,” James grabbed her arm before letting it go, not realizing what he had done. He looked over and saw that the guy that was watching her the whole night was still there, “He seemed like a fan.”
“One nigga can only spend so much bread,” she scoffed before nodding over to the larger section of men huddled around this white girl, “You need to turn it into a bidding war, a pissing contest between them niggas. It’s like they think the nigga that spent the most bread, got to fuck her.”
“Make it that,” James said flatly with a shrug, “He came here to spend money, make him spend it some more elsewhere.”
Asia paused for a second before shaking her head, “Nah, Ricky wouldn’t go for that shit. We ain’t pushing it out here, not in Laz’s club.”
“Ricky don’t got to know,” James looked over his shoulder to see Ricky enjoying himself with a few dancers, “How much you want?”
“For a band,” she replied quickly, as if she had a set price. James didn’t doubt that she did.
He nodded before starting the walk over to the gentleman that was wearing an Adidas tracksuit. He was in his mid 30s, maybe even early 40s. He had never done something like this and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the man, trying to broker a prostitution deal.
“You was fucking with her, right?” James opened with, unsure of his opening line.
“That’s your girl or something?” the guy smirked as he sized James up. James had several inches on him.
“She can be yours for the night,” James replied, cringing at his own sales pitch.
The guy laughed but James’ deadpan face ended the laughter, “For real?”
He ran his fingers through his nappy afro and then eyed Asia some more before returning his attention to James, “I ain’t know y’all gave it up like this around here.”
“What you trying to do, man? You bullshitting?” James pressed. He kept worrying that Ricky would turn around and see this encounter but thankfully, a few pair of breasts kept him busy.
“How much it gonna run me, man?”
“Fourteen.”
“Fourteen hundred?”
James nodded.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he sucked his teeth, “For a stack, you got me.”
“Bet,” James agreed and shook his hand, “Catch you round back.”
“Nah,” he replied, “Y’all got a hotel we can use or something?”
“This ain’t all inclusive,” James replied, “You want a hotel, you buy a hotel. You want to fuck her on the Eiffel Tower? Buy a ticket to Paris and fuck her there.”
“Stingy ass motherfucker,” he smiled, “We can’t use a backroom or something?”
“Bruh,” James towered over him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Just fuck the shit out this bitch in your car. You just making shit extra now,”
“You right,” he conceded, “Let me go to the ATM real quick.”
“My man,” James smiled.
He started his way to the set of ATMs toward the front of the club before turning around to face James, “I can do what I want with her, right?”
“Within reason,” James shrugged.
Ricky was pumping gas while Asia sat on the hood of the car, appearing to take a picture. James grabbed the Four Loko out of the bag and gave it to Asia who smiled and motioned James to come in for a kiss.
James obliged and she gave him one on the cheek. Despite their rough edges, James had grown a soft spot for the sisters and on this particular night, they were escorting Asia to her W2 job which was stripping at a partially nude gentlemen’s club on the other side of the bridge.
James had been in Oakland for months now and hadn’t been to San Francisco so when Ricky asked if he could do Asia a solid, he didn’t mind. He didn’t have anything better to do on a Sunday night.
....
Ricky took a sip before passing the bottle over to James who declined it at first but upon second thoughts, he grabbed the bottle and poured it down his throat.
He looked over at Ricky who gave him a nod of approval to pass the bottle down to some of the other girls in the section. In a shocking turn of events, James had never actually attended a strip club, as a patron at least.
He kept a watchful eye on Asia, who didn’t seem to be getting much attention. She was light-skinned and petite with molehill for breast. James found her attractive but the rest of the crowd didn’t seem to as they focused more on the white girls on some of the other stages. She did have one loyal customer who seemed to be following her from stage to stage and kept trying to talk to her but she ignored his advances.
The chaperoning of Asia turned into a full scale party as Ricky got gifted bottles and a section by the owner of the strip club, an avid USC fan.
“What the fuck is this?” James said with a sour face, handing the bottle back to Ricky who had a set of buttocks just a few inches away from his face.
Ricky shrugged before pouring the contents of the bottle on her ass, smiling from ear to ear as he turned to face James, “These bitches with whatever!”
They were, at least when it came to Ricky. The dancers would come in and out of the section, paying attention only to Ricky as if James was invisible. Another dancer came into the section but this time it was a familiar face who sat in between James and Ricky, leaning into Ricky’s ear.
“Fuck that,” Ricky shook his head, “I’m getting busy over here!”
Asia leaned in once again and continued to talk into his ear. James tried to eavesdrop but couldn’t make anything out.
“Yo,” Ricky tapped James on the shoulder as Asia looked along, “You got her?”
James looked at Asia and nodded, following her as they went down the small flight of stairs that led them from their private section to the general floor area. The music was too loud so they moved towards the bar where there was a bit of a dead area.
“I’m getting off early tonight,” she explained, “I’m about to get changed, meet you out back where you dropped me off.”
“Slow night?” James asked, regretting asking that question as soon as it left his lips, “I’m....it just....”
“It was,” she shrugged.
“Hold on,” James grabbed her arm before letting it go, not realizing what he had done. He looked over and saw that the guy that was watching her the whole night was still there, “He seemed like a fan.”
“One nigga can only spend so much bread,” she scoffed before nodding over to the larger section of men huddled around this white girl, “You need to turn it into a bidding war, a pissing contest between them niggas. It’s like they think the nigga that spent the most bread, got to fuck her.”
“Make it that,” James said flatly with a shrug, “He came here to spend money, make him spend it some more elsewhere.”
Asia paused for a second before shaking her head, “Nah, Ricky wouldn’t go for that shit. We ain’t pushing it out here, not in Laz’s club.”
“Ricky don’t got to know,” James looked over his shoulder to see Ricky enjoying himself with a few dancers, “How much you want?”
“For a band,” she replied quickly, as if she had a set price. James didn’t doubt that she did.
He nodded before starting the walk over to the gentleman that was wearing an Adidas tracksuit. He was in his mid 30s, maybe even early 40s. He had never done something like this and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the man, trying to broker a prostitution deal.
“You was fucking with her, right?” James opened with, unsure of his opening line.
“That’s your girl or something?” the guy smirked as he sized James up. James had several inches on him.
“She can be yours for the night,” James replied, cringing at his own sales pitch.
The guy laughed but James’ deadpan face ended the laughter, “For real?”
He ran his fingers through his nappy afro and then eyed Asia some more before returning his attention to James, “I ain’t know y’all gave it up like this around here.”
“What you trying to do, man? You bullshitting?” James pressed. He kept worrying that Ricky would turn around and see this encounter but thankfully, a few pair of breasts kept him busy.
“How much it gonna run me, man?”
“Fourteen.”
“Fourteen hundred?”
James nodded.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he sucked his teeth, “For a stack, you got me.”
“Bet,” James agreed and shook his hand, “Catch you round back.”
“Nah,” he replied, “Y’all got a hotel we can use or something?”
“This ain’t all inclusive,” James replied, “You want a hotel, you buy a hotel. You want to fuck her on the Eiffel Tower? Buy a ticket to Paris and fuck her there.”
“Stingy ass motherfucker,” he smiled, “We can’t use a backroom or something?”
“Bruh,” James towered over him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Just fuck the shit out this bitch in your car. You just making shit extra now,”
“You right,” he conceded, “Let me go to the ATM real quick.”
“My man,” James smiled.
He started his way to the set of ATMs toward the front of the club before turning around to face James, “I can do what I want with her, right?”
“Within reason,” James shrugged.