🎶I don't know what it is

I can't tell you what it is

But you got me goin' crazy

Sex with you is so amazin'

How, how long can you go, baby?

Better last 'til my body's sore, 'cause it's crazy🎶

As plays softly from my speaker, I walk out of my hot, steamy bathroom covered in my black, silk robe. Dropping the robe to my ankles, I set my led lights to red and close my bedroom door before downing the rest of the wine in my glass. I know I could leave my door open since I live alone, but something about making myself cum with my bedroom door wide open kills my mood. Slowly laying down on my bed, I smile knowing that I've been needing this relaxation because I've been putting my body through hell this week.

An even bigger smile creeps up on my face as I reach into the drawer on my nightstand and pull out my vibrator that I've nicknamed "Tony". Tony was the name of the nigga who gave me the best orgasms I've ever had, but he wanted to get serious and that's where I drew the line. I had to cut him off because I'm too damn busy for a relationship. Plus, Tony couldn't handle me. Hell, I don't think nobody can handle me.

Spreading my legs slowly, I position the opening of the vibrator on my clit and press setting 3 which happens to be my favorite. Within minutes, my body starts to heat up as I feel my juices dripping onto my vibrator and running down my ass. My legs snap shut as I cum hard and throw Tony at the end of my bed; watching its powerful vibrations cause it to fall onto the floor.

"Hold up, Ian no bitch. Tony, you ain't about to make a pussy outta me." I say to myself as I hop off my bed and grab the vibrator.

After wiping it off, I get back into my position on the bed and just as I'm about to put Tony on my clit, my phone buzzes. I scroll through the multiple messages from different niggas begging to fuck again and find a message from my best friend.

🍃🤸🏽‍♀️: I'm on my way over bitch. We're going out tonight so start getting ready hoe😘

Ignoring the message, I lock my phone and start back getting acquainted with Tony. Starting with setting 1, I slowly allow the vibrations to excite my clit more and more. After feeling myself getting closer, I go up to setting 2 and try to keep myself calm as I arch my back, grinding into the vibrator. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead as I go to setting 3, making myself squirt repeatedly.

The sound of my front door opening doesn't phase me as I cum harder than before, grunting and breathing heavily as my juices squirt across my comforter; some hitting the floor.

"Fuck!!!" I moan loudly and throw Tony away from me as my body jerks softly.

Almost two hours later, I'm fully dressed in a tight white bodysuit and leather pants; paired with my diamond jewelry and red lipstick to match the bottoms of my shoes.

"Chanel, did you make sure my comforter was dry? I don't want it to be funky." I ask as I grab my clutch that has a wrist loop and slip it onto my arm.

"Yeah I did. It wouldn't be wet if yo ass wasn't in there using that loud ass toy that sound like a fucking tractor. I don't know why you won't get some real dick."

"Aite na bitch. Don't be talking bout Tony and I don't want no real dick because every time I start fucking a nigga, he wanna be my man." I sigh as I get into the passenger's seat of Chanel's black Benz.

"Milani, you can't hit it and quit it every time. Eventually sum nigga gone make yo ass settle down and I can't wait to see that shit cause you think you gotta be so damn tough all the time. Tariq really fucked you up." Chanel says as she speeds off down the highway, bobbing and weaving through Chicago traffic.

"Nah, Tariq just made me realize that you can't trust niggas and that they ain't good for nun but tongue and dick. You always preaching bout relationships! You just like my mama...Just don't forget where you came from, Chanel. We both used to be hoes after Tariq broke up with me so don't act like hitting it and quitting it is a problem. You got a man now and I'm happy for ya, but don't keep tryna shove relationships down my throat. That shit gets annoying."

Chanel rolls her eyes at my statement as we pull up at a new bar that I've never been to called "Ray's". It must be lit because the line is wrapped around the building. As we get out of the car, I quickly notice the bad built bitches with bad weaves and sore feet from standing in their heels too long. Tuh, one thing about me, I'll take my shoes off if my feet hurt, but I guess they think they're too good for that.

"Man, this line too damn long. We should've just went to our usual spot." I groan as I start walking towards the back until Chanel grabs my arm saying "watch this".

I follow her up to the front of the line where she whispers something into the bouncer's ear and he lets us in, despite; hearing different shit from the angry ass people in line who apparently don't like that we got in before them.

"Woah woah woah, wassup up with that, Chanel?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. "I know the owner, now shut up and lets get drinks!" She smiles widely.

Shrugging it off because it's really none of my business, I head to the bar and order 5 shots of straight Hennessy. "Aye lil baby, you wanna hit this shit?" A random guy asks, passing me his blunt. I just nod and grab it, inhaling multiple times before handing it back.

"Lemme get yo number." He says, showing his fucked up ass teeth that look like yellow steps.

"No, bum. Now move." I laugh as I grab one more shot before walking away with Chanel.

"Fuck you! Stuck up bitch!"

"Girl, one day somebody gone punch you in yo shit." Chanel laughs as we start dancing to the slow songs being played.

I just shrug as I start to feel the mixture of weed and liquor in my system. The more I start to feel out of my body, the more niggas try to dance with me and I cuss them all out; making sure to hurt their feelings so they won't return.

"Lani, lets take shots!!!" Chanel yells as a dancer brings us a tray covered in shots of Vodka. "SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT!!!" She yells at us which only makes us drink faster. I don't know how many shots were on that tray, but I feel like I'm on another planet.

I sway my hips side to side and run my nails over my body, making sure to keep my nipples covered as sweat rolls down my forehead. The slow music vibrates my body as I grind the air, wishing it was a thick ass dick. Closing my eyes, I feel the room start to spin; only snapping out of it when starts blasting through the bar.

Chanel and I both look at each other as I rap the lyrics like I wrote the song, yelling "Ain't nobody got on they tip, tip toes and rode to the tip like me" because that's my favorite part. "Chanel, who gone be my Big Ole freak!?" I scream, feeling dizzy asf.

Chanel laughs at my drunken antics as a fine, tall ass piece of chocolate pushes up on her. I'm cool with her man and all, but he ain't got nothing on the nigga that's tryna get her number right now.

"Do yo thang bitch!!" I scream out as she glares at me. "I'll be back! I'm gonna go get a drink! You want one?"

Before Chanel can protest, the fine man says "Yeah, bring her one. I'm paying." and hands me a blueface.

"Be careful, hoe and come right back! You too drunk to be walking around alone." Chanel screams as I walk away. I just laugh at her acting like my mama.

By the time I make it to the bar, my eyes are starting to cross and I'm seeing triples, but fuck it, go big or go home. "Let me get 4 shots of Henny!" One for Chanel and three for me.

"I love a woman who drinks Henny." A deep voice says as an alluring scent hits my nostrils, making my panties wet.

Slowly turning around, I see a tall caramel man with a beard and pearly white teeth. He's dressed in a silk shirt that's unbuttoned at the top, showing off his muscular chest and tattoos. His whole demeanor screamed money and sex appeal.

"And I love fucking a man who wears silk." I say as I lick my lips.

"Mmm is that so? I been watching you all night and I know you ain't this easy. You just drunk asf right now. This my bar so when you sober up, you know where to find me." He says, pointing towards the back of the club where a closed door says "office: keep out".

As he tries to walk away, I quickly grab his arm and close the gap between us. His lips hover over mine as he grabs the base of my neck and brings my ear close to his lips, "As sexy as you are, I'm still not fucking with you while you're sloppy drunk. I wanna fuck with the real you. The one with attitude. That's sexy as fuck....Enjoy the rest of your night, beautiful."

Without another word, he lets go of me and walks towards his office; disappearing behind the door. After ordering myself three more shots, I down them quickly which makes all doubt leave my body.

"Fuck it!" I mumble to myself as I make my way towards his office then slip inside, locking the door behind myself.

"Who the fuck..." He trails until our eyes connect, making my heart flutter. "What you doing in here, love? I know you ain't sober yet." He laughs, walking over to me and cupping my face.

"Fuck that! I want you." I breathe out.