Chapter 2: Loud’s Birthday party

Bad was at one corner of the club eating the kitty cat of a titchy-sized unknown girl. Auto was kissing an unknown girl at the center of the club. Zoom was in sort of a sexual escapade. He was getting some footwork from a sexy unknown girl seated on a sofa, while he laid flat on the floor. He also had the tits of an unknown girl in his mouth. He was in heaven, and I could tell from the expressions on his face.

Most of the girls were unknown to my friends but not to me (Samson Frodd p.k.a Loud, a.k.a most versed playboy in Heaven's Gate high school and also titled the Ladies man). Bad once said that I had dated 95% of the girls in our school; the remaining 5% were the ugly ones. I found that risible until my 18th birthday.

I was never the type to get easily infuriated but, I was pretty sad; of course, I was. I slipped two pills of ecstasy into my mouth and light up the seventh stick of weed for the night; sat more relaxed into the sofa with that look of 'tonight is not my night'.

I was already in the astroWorld when I noticed that someone was sitting beside me for perhaps, a minute, two, or more. I swiveled slowly to know who it was, or was it just a figment? It was a brown skin girl with a sexy slender figure. She wore a short black filmy gown; so filmy that I could see that she covered her nipples with black tapes. She made her way to my joint and we began a 'puff, puff, pass.

After few minutes, she killed the blunt. I peeped at her through Bad black shade that I had on; she looked so stoned and sloshed and so was I. She was possibly the only girl unknown to me in the party and plausibly not from Heaven's Gate high school nor Heaven's Gate estate; Though the filigree on her showed she was a Sloane, I was quite sure we never met before. I knew I needed to take advantage of that. 

I stood, dusted ashes off my suit, and stretched my hand towards her, seeking a dance. She smirked as she began to stand and I smirked too. We began dancing. She was grinding her booty on my cock so hard that the gentleman lost his sense of gentility. I became so smitten by her tremendous moves. So, I began to whisper to her ear about how beautiful she was, how sexy she looked, how I would love to have her forever. She turned to face me, and I continued with some Shakespeare's. She was so riveted by my romantic words and we suddenly began kissing with so much urge. Our body was gummed, as we made our way to the darkest room.

I held her booty so close to me that her kitty cat was grinding so hard against my erected cock; then I sneaked my hand inside her filmy gown and made my way to her kitty cat and began to massage it softly like fire burning around the bush. I could hear and feel her moan tremulously; then I laid her slowly on a couch. I pulled off her G-string underpants in such a professional manner that she never noticed; then slipped a finger inside her kitty cat; then two fingers and began to finger her. She was burning inside and so tight; she was a virgin I guessed. I kissed her neck while fingering her; kissed all part of her body down to the Island; I stopped and began to eat her juicy burning kitty cat. This time, she moaned louder, but the intensity of the music muffled her moan.

"And here we are; Capital city mall. Mr..."

"Sam!"

I completed in my sonorous voice.

"And how much will that be?"

"300 Dila Mr. Sam."

I took out some cash from my front pocket and handed 300 Dila over to him as I stepped out of the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Sam."

He switched on the music player which was playing 'Bullet from a Gun' by Skepta. One of my most favorite artists.

"Why did he not play the song when I was in his car? Am I looking so innocent?"

I muttered to myself as I began folding the sleeves of my shirt. I hated looking neither innocent nor guilty.

"Good day, Loud."

That was from one of the staff at 'Bendez Wine Store'. She was about six feet tall, less muscular, and swarthy. She wore a pair of blue tight jean trousers, a pair of blue Snickers, and a yellow T-shirt with a company badge at her right breast level. She was quite pretty; but trust me, I never felt anything for her. She was always smiling at me; I guessed that was part of her job. Bendez Wine Store had a lot of staff, which was quite a nice ergonomic effort by the honcho, to whom I always addressed as Mr. Bandez.

"Good day beautiful, where is the honcho?"

I replied with a grim smile. She grimaced at my response, and I understood why. I always requested to discuss business with Mr. Bendez rather than his staff.

"Right there."

She pointed to the right-hand side of the store, where Mr. Bendez was seated reading the daily papers. I whispered a quick "thank you" into the air as I walked to Mr. Bendez.

"Good day Mr. Bendez."

He quickly dropped the papers and stood without haste; then stretched a handshake, of which I returned the honor without haste too. Mr. Bendez was an aged man of about forty years, a little potbellied, very fair, and about seven feet tall. He wore a greyish kaftan like those men in Arabic countries and a brown hat; perhaps from the Francophone part of Africa; a pair of brown sandals and a brown wrist watch to complement.

"Good day, Loud! How are you doing my friend?"

"I am doing just fine Mr. Bendez; and how are you doing?"

"I am doing great my friend. Just work, work, work. But for the utmost best."

We chorused a chuckle as he moved behind a glass counter. He dragged out a plain book and a pen to take down my order.

"So, how are you coping with school, my friend?"

"Mr. Bendez, I am done. I am done with the high school, and yet to get into the college or the univ..."

"I am so sorry! I forget so soon. Please forgive me. Bravo! Once more my friend."

"Thank you."

"How is your friend Bad, and how was your party?"

"Bad is doing great. And my birthday party was such a tremendous escapism; everyone still wishes for a recrudesce."

"That is great. So, what can we offer you this time?".

" um, I need some liquor, liqueur, vodka, spirits. Just some hard intoxicants and two plastic bottles of soft drinks".

"OK, my friend. You will be glad you came to 'Bendez Wine Store'. Trust me."

He chuckled as he passed a piece of paper to a male staff, who dashed out before I could analyze him.

HEY GUYS!

DID YOU KNOW THAT MOST MEN HAVE  3--5 ERECTIONS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT?