She danced slowly and sensually. For some reason she always liked dancing beneath the disco ball. Guess so that it would illuminate her light smooth skin that always contrasted the dark outfits that she wore(I swear you could pour milk on her skin and it would come out white on the other side ) She liked dancing solo, throwing her hands gently in the air – in the manner of her Rwandese tradition dance. And if u were lucky enough to have her dance with you, when the time came for her to “drop it like its hot”, she would twist and turn like a leaf dropping gently from a tree; feeling her own body as she rubbed against yours. Am telling you, she made dirty dancing look angelic.
Damn! And here I was watching her pleasuring Mike on the dance floor. She very well knew how much I liked it whenever she did to me what she was now doing to Mike a few meters away from me.
At this moment I so needed a distraction, some nymph to come and bump and grind with to halt my boiling envy at the spectacle in front of me. The only nymph that I could think of at the time was Smirnoff. She was always ready to meet my twisted caprices. Well, sadly when I her to my mouth I only sucked on air. My tongue licked the inner brim to confirm no contents….
“What the…?”
I needed a joint to tranquilize my nerves. So I turned to Pierre, whom I had entrusted with my stash- BIG MISTAKE.
“Pierre, Pierre”, I called out. I turned round to behold big red eyes staring back at me…
“Gwe dude, told you to keep the weed, not to smoke all of it. Hope that you have some left for me?”
He smiled sheepishly and I knew the bugger had smoked it all.
“I just couldn’t resist man”,
“Your brain cells are going to get fried one of these days man.”
I badly needed a testosterone rush. And when I saw the girl who had sat on my lap earlier (check Part 2) chatting with one of the UFASD girls (United Front Against Soft Drinks (check part 1)); I smelt opportunity screaming out to me,
“Come get me Baby, if you have the balls”.
“No one insults my manhood and gets away with it”, I thought to myself
So I got some mint out of my pocket and stuffed it in my mouth. Then I swung my way swaggerliscious self over to their table…
(TO BE CONTINUED)
3 comments:
yo...this is nice...i like. youve really upped it man...dont keep me waiting too long for part 5...
btw its L.A... under a new guise...check out the new blog...
thnx..wats with the constant changing of names?its now the third time
not a change of name this time...the new blog is a side project with my cousin jay...that meant a joint persona...look at the name; its JAY VERSUS LA. our collaborative name is The Scratched Records...a nifty idea if i do say so myself...its for the mushy side of me...i'm still gonna bring it hard on That Unsigned Hype as L.A. tho...
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