Crave All Lose All. Erick S Gray

       Seven

      Sue’s Rendezvous in Mt. Vernon was a haven for high class pussy and big money. The place was not only infamous for the exquisite ladies who danced but also the celebrities from the music world and gangland passing through in search of a good time. Tuesday nights were special. The spot would be crammed with pussy, money, and ballers.

      Tip parked and three of us walked into the club expecting the best. Pussy relaxed me, and tonight was no different. The only thing that was scary was being in Sue’s with dozens of beautiful women dancing topless and having broke pockets. I kept my composure while following Tip and Tyriq inside. Freak me baby, by Silk blared through the speakers.

      Tyriq gave the bouncers dap and fifty dollar tips. He was a regular and we were led to an empty booth in the back that easily sat a dozen people.

      R. Kelly’s Honey Love blared through the club. I sat and gazed at a beautiful honey-brown, topless stripper seductively clinging to a pole, her thick hips gyrating to the smooth tune. She was clad in a string thong, clear six inch wedge heels, rich, thick, black hair flowing from under a white cowgirl hat. The hat was different and that did it for me.

      “Ayyite, you like that?” Tyriq asked nudging me.

      “I could get wit’ dat ass,” I replied.

      “You lookin’ like you ready to spend some money,” Tyriq said.

      I laughed embarrassed that I had no money and continue watching the stage. Money sprinkled everywhere and the music switched up from R to Jigga.

      A waitress came over and placed two bottles of Cristal along with champagne glasses in front of us. Tyriq gave her a c-note. She smiled and asked if we were good. We nodded and focused on the other girls surrounding us.

      “I know you had Cristal before, right Vince?” Tyriq asked.

      “Nah,” I said.

      Tyriq popped open the bottle and began pouring.

      “Ayyite, tonight we getting fucked up,” he announced drinking from the bottle.

      Tip sat back casually, his black tank-top showing off his physique, huge ice around his neck, with a deadly gaze fixed on the crowd. I was hanging around ballers. But the lint gathering in my pocket was the only thing balling on me. My thoughts were soothed by Allure’s, My love is the Shit.

      From the ballers to the working man, there were all types in the club. I took a few sips of Cristal and decided I needed something else.

      Tyriq whispered something to Tip. He reached in his pockets and passed something to Tyriq.

      “Here you go my nigga,” Tyriq said leaning close to me.

      I saw a wad of bills held together by a few rubber bands in his hand.

      “What’s wit’ dis?” I asked.

      “Just take it,” he offered.

      “For me…?” I replied skeptical about taking the money.

      I didn’t want to owe him. I was always my own man and never needed handouts from anyone except my mother.

      “Yo Tyriq, I don’t wanna owe you, man.” I stated.

      “Don’t insult me, Vince. We fam, ayyite. I’m looking out.”

      “Nah, I can’t…I’m not wit’ that.”

      “Take it and have a good time. I got plenty, ayyite?” he smiled.

      Temptation, I knew what that was about. I was surrounded in a sea of pussy. Money was the bait used to catch a lap dance and get some pussy. I felt the urge but knew someday it might cost me more than I could afford.

      I stared at shorti with the cowgirl hat. She twisted her lithe body around the pole like a pretzel. Her titties freely bounced. My dick got hard.

      “Fuck it!”

      I opened my hand and Tyriq passed me a wad.

      “Do you, just don’t give it all to one pussy,” he joked.

      “Let the games begin,” I nodded not caring.

      The thought of my father and the principles he expected me to live by flew the coop. I had climbed in the nest with Tyriq.

      The huge wad of cash felt good in my hand. My heart raced as in a hustler’s mile I went from nothing to the top of the devils’ advocate. I didn’t have to give the money back. It felt good.

      I removed the rubber-bands and counted hundred after hundred-- four thousand dollars. Tyriq pulled out another wad and placed it on the table next to the champagne bottles.

      He continued drinking. Among the ballers in the spot, Tyriq was a big man. His younger brother was buried this morning and he was acting nonchalant about it. This was his way of easing the pain, probably all part of a game.

      The money in my hands had me thinking about bills that I could pay, clothes I could buy my son. Four thousand dollars may not be a lot to Tyriq, but it could do wonders for me. I thought about spending little and pocketing the rest for a rainy day.

      But as the night went on, I ended up spending like I had it coming continuously. I got caught up in the hype with Tyriq, drinking and having pussy in my face like I was Hugh Hefner. Twenty-five hundred was burned in two hours. I had lap dances and spent half of the money on Star, the thick chick with the cowgirl hat. I bought her drinks, fondled her as she sat on my lap and tipped her with twenties.

      I left the club with Star around three in the morning. She had her own ride, a black Honda Accord, and lived in Mt. Vernon. Once we were in her apartment, the both of us went at it, tearing at each other clothes with a keen lust to fuck the shit out of each other. I wasted no time throwing her into the doggystyle position and making waves out of that ass. For an hour strong the sex was crazy and I ended up passing out afterwards in her bed. Star went to sleep with my dick in her mouth.