Booty Call *69 by Erick Gray Read Free Book Online Page B

His voice and speech are so ugly. I ignore him and just stare out the window. Sasha looks back at me, and I give her a counterfeit smile, while thinking, yeah bitch, you’re gonna get yours. “You got a man?” Mr. Too Ugly is still smiling and trying to be friendly. I go on ignoring him, asking Cell to turn up the radio a little. As I continue staring out the window, I can feel his eyes trying to undress me. It gives me goose bumps, just thinking about him seeing me naked. “You’re so beautiful.”
    I don’t respond. He tries to put his hand on my knee. I turn and glare at him like he’s crazy, and I quickly smack it away. “Don’t touch me,” I
say in a harsh tone.
    Sasha and Cell are chillin’ up front, while I’m in the back seat trying to tame a wild animal.
    “You don’t speak?” he asks.
    “Only if interested,” I spit back.
    I’ve already said six words too many to him. Why me? Mr. Too Ugly starts making conversation with his boy up front. I guess he’s beginning to get the picture. I cross my legs and try to isolate myself from everyone in the truck as much as I can. As soon as we get to the club, I’m ditching Sasha, Cell and The Creature From the Black Lagoon .
    We pull up in front of the club. There are so many people outside it looks like the Grammys. I’m so embarrassed. I can’t be seen with him—not in this fucking lifetime. Cell parks the car and everyone gets out except me.
    “C’mon, Shana,” Sasha says.
    Cell and Jimmy look at me, and I catch a serious attitude.
    “What’s up with your girl?” Cell asks Sasha.
    “Shana, what’s the matter? You coming or what?”
    “What the fuck do you mean, what’s the matter? You know what the deal is, bitch,” I protest.
    Sasha’s face tightens and her eyes become slits. Cell and Jimmy look at each other and then glance back at me. “I think y’all two ladies need to sort this out in private. Jimmy and I will be standing at the corner,” Cell says. They walk slowly toward the corner, and Sasha’s focus is now totally on me.
    “Get the fuck out the car, bitch!” she snaps.
    “I know you not about to trip!” I bark.
    “No, I’m not gonna trip, but why the fuck you gotta be embarrassing
me like this? All I’m asking is for you to just keep him company. You act like I want you to give him the world, bitch. You can keep your stingy pussy to yourself.”
    I don’t say anything back to Sasha; I just stare at her and slowly step out of the truck. She looks at me and walks away. I follow her. Cell and Jimmy are at the corner waiting for us. When we get to the corner, Sasha walks off with Cell and Jimmy remains standing there. He’s still smiling, and it’s getting on my damn nerves. I want to smack that fucking disgusting grin off his face. I guess he’s expecting to walk side-by-side with me into the club. But I just hurry by him and catch up with Cell and Sasha. We get in with no problem. I turn slightly around, and there’s Mr. Too Ugly, already breathing down the back of my neck. I move away.
    The Jackpot is jam-packed. And of course, the deejay just so happens to be playing It’s A Groove Thang by Zhane. This was my jam back in the day. I start dancing and grooving, and then I feel this figure pushing up behind me, grinding against me. I turn around, and I see Mr. Too Ugly again. I quickly stop dancing and walk away; he done fucked up my flow now. He follows me and asks, “Can I buy you a drink?”
    “No!” I shout. I continue to try my best to get the fuck away from him. I can’t be seen with him up in here; there are too many cuties around. He tries to follow me, but I evade him by sneaking into the women’s bathroom. I’m getting frustrated. I can’t get my party on with this ugly muthafucka following me around all night. And shit, no matter how nasty and rude I am to him, he still doesn’t get the picture. Maybe he really is slow or retarded.
    I lay low in the bathroom for about five minutes before heading back