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between her open legs while she sucked his big pink dick. My vantage point gave me a perfect side view of the action. I watched her jealously as she slurped his stiff dick like a melting popsicle at a summer barbeque.
    “Do you see them?” I whispered.
    He chuckled softly, “Yeah, I guess they came to party. Speakin’ of partying…do you like to party?” He raised his eyebrows.
    I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean? I own a sex club, so that answers that question.”
    “I’m not talking about that kind of party.” He touched his nose.
    Now I finally caught on. Shit, little did he know, but I had already started the party.
    “I don’t mind goin’ to the powder room a time or two.” I returned his smile.
    He patted the pocket of his white dress shirt.
    “ Good, cuz I got some blow from Atlanta that will make you do a two-step.”
    He couldn’t have been more on time with that shit. I was already struggling with the one on one conversation. Doing more coke would put me right where I needed to be and that was in care free city.
    “Well Thad deus, follow me to my office so we can start dancin’.”
                  We mashed the cigarette butts in the ashtray. I grabbed his big paw and led his six foot two frame through the patio door. As we weaved our way in and out of the sea of scantily-clad people, I felt his fingers graze my ass ever so tenderly. Instead of creating distance between his hand and my bumper, I slowed down a little, hoping he would crash right into it and give me whiplash.
                  It took forever to get to my office. Along the way I had to check with security about the parking lot, answer a dozen of Trina’s questions and hug several of my regulars. Thaddeus was still right behind me the whole time. Once the two of us were finally inside my office, I allowed myself to really check him out. I watched his long, strong arm as he reached inside his top pocket and pulled a baggie out that contained the white dust. The dim light of the small room made his hairless, shiny head glow softly. His skin was the color of root beer with a golden undertone. He looked every bit the R & B singer he was and even sexier than I remembered him being. I took in all of his maleness as he separated the small snowy mound into six even lines on the top of my desk. There were three for him and three for me to start with.
    “Ladies first.” He gave me a tightly rolled up hundred dollar bill.
    “Why thank you. You’ re such a gentleman.” I bent over the desk.
    “Always.” He stood to the side a little to give me some room.
    Just like before, I closed one nostril tight and snorted a line in the open one. I did all three, but I had to switch nostrils mid-way to spread it out evenly.
    “Watching you do that made my dick hard.” He rubbed his flat stomach.
    I looked puzzled as I stood up. “The strangest things make men hard. I never understood that.”
    “I can’t explain it either. You jus’ look so fuckin’ sexy right now.”
    I handed him the hundred dollar bill straw.
    “You’re pretty sexy your damn self. Your turn.”
    He did his lines with the same ease that I did mine. It was obvious that neither of us was a stranger to that scene. We stared at each other for several seconds.
     
    He licked his lips, I licked my lips.
    He sniffed, I sniffed.
    I swallowed, he swallowed.
    I walked toward him and he stepped toward me.
    “Can I kiss you?” He looked down into my eyes.
    “I thought you’d never ask.” I looked up.
    My brain screamed, “What the fuck are you doin’?!” Inside my soul I was yelling, “Bitch, stop fuckin’ kissin’ him!” I reasoned that it must’ve been the drug that made me continue to give him a tongue lashing. The trip thing was that I wasn’t sure which one was the drug; the coke or Thaddeus? Regardless, they both had me feeling good as hell.

~ My Side Of The Story
     
                  Khalil sat silently on the front steps of