Barron was hypnotized by her body and his member kept trying to get the best of him by rearing its mushroomed head. Holding on tight to her waist with one hand and the rail with the other they grooved together song after song. Females all through the club was pissing green glob like they were packed full of hot gonorrhea from the attention he was showing this chick they considered as basic looking.
“Come sit with me.” Barron whispered into her ear causing a shiver to go down her spine. Instead of answering she just nodded her head.
“What can I get you to drink sweetie?” Barron asked smoothly. Making eye contact with him for all of two seconds she asked for a cranberry margarita. He ordered two tequila shots, her margarita, and a corona for himself.
“Can I get your name?”
“Mya, yours?” The nervousness in her voice when she asked for his name let Barron know either she really had no clue who he was or she was a good actress.
“My name is Barron. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well.”
“What brings you out tonight?”
“Well honestly my girlfriend’s made me come out tonight spouting some crap about me being too boring. Also my best friend couldn’t make it down here so my plans had changed at the last-minute. Having already gotten prepared to go out tonight we came here. What about you?”
“Birthday party.” He said and gave a head nod to a fellow fighter as he passed. Where had she been when they sung happy birthday and he gave a short speech? How come she didn’t know who the birthday boy was? Barron thought it was very refreshing for a change that a female wasn’t throwing herself at him for being B.A. the fighter but allowing Barron the man to chase the woman. Even if it might be just for one night he was going to enjoy this, so telling her who he was did not sound plausible.
“Ooohhhh yea my girlfriends were telling me about some boxer or something like that being his birthday party. They were going on and on about him. I guess they found him since I haven’t seen them in a while.”
“You think so?”
“Yea that’s what they do. I knew I should have driven myself.” Barron knew who her friends were and where they were.
“Did you want to go find them?”
“No they are too busy debating over who can hook the celeb of the evening. I think I should make my way to the house. The drinks are kicking in tough.” She giggled.
“Hook the celeb huh?” He laughed at that. Deciding to continue this tit for tat, he decided to ask one last question. “Do you want to meet him?”
“Not my type of hype.”
“Just thought I’d ask. You know what they say birds of a feather. How envious of you would they be if you met him before them?”
“I know they are supposed to flock together but I really don’t get down like that. I’m not a celebrity stalker like those two. And considering how they talk about me, they would indeed be green. Basic females like me don’t pull celebs.”
“Is that how you see yourself? Basic?”
“No I don’t but I’m sure other’s think it if my own female associates say it to my face. Honestly I could care less what they say about me, I’m happy with who I am. I don’t think I should have to play thirsty to get a man. Sorry, I’m on my soapbox.”
“Don’t apologize for how you feel. But just for your information, you are very beautiful. Nothing basic about you.”
“Thanks.” She blushed.
“Stay and chill with me for a while. I’ll make sure you get home safely, scouts honor.”
“Okay scout…” She looked at him thoughtfully for a few minutes. Looked around at her surroundings before she agreed.
They drank, laughed, danced, and chilled off to the side away from everyone else at the party. A couple of times Barron saw his brother and sister look around for him until they found him. They never intruded on his intimate encounter with his company they just looked over ever once and while to be sure he was straight. Finally Mya had reached her limit with drinks and was prepared to leave. While she was in the bathroom he found out her girls had indeed dipped out with his side men probably in hopes of getting closer to him. It’s not the first time and for sure it won’t be the last. More than once he and Mya had found themselves locking lips because the chemistry was outrageous when they danced to a slow jam.
“Let me give you a ride home.”
“No thank you. I can just call a cab.”
“You would rather be in a cab with a stranger than to ride in a chauffeur driven town car with the man you have spent the night with? Especially with more than a few drinks in your system.”
“Don’t I wish?” Barron chuckled at her gutter filled mind. “Sorry did I say that out loud? Now I know it’s time to go.”
“Then let’s go.” Although she hesitated for a few seconds she allowed him to lead her out of the club and into the awaiting limo. She couldn’t help but wonder why he came to the club in a limo. Even though guys around town often did those things to impress women, Barron didn’t seem like that type. He seemed genuinely sweet and he kept to himself not at all flashy. Something had come over her that she couldn’t explain, she found herself for the second time tonight initiating a kiss. His lips were so inviting and she couldn’t resist.
“I think we’re here.” Barron said between kisses. They had made out the entire ride to Mya’s townhouse. She giggled before pulling away completely.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“Do you want to come in?” Mya said after she thought for a minute about what she was about to do. Before she lost her nerve she just let it out.
“I would love to but you and I both know what that will mean.” She bit her bottom lip in thought before speaking her thoughts aloud.
“So is that a yes or no?”
“You tell me. You hold the cards.” Mya slid out the backseat and adjusted her dress before turning to face Barron.
“Come on.” Barron slid out behind Mya telling the driver he was no longer needed. Watching her hips sway from side to side had his mini him jumping in anticipation of interacting with the thickness placed before him. ‘What a gift! What a gift!’
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