“Come here, Fiji,” Monroe whispered before placing a kiss on her cheek as she slid his glass of D’usse across the bar to him.
Straightening her fluffy 5’2 frame, a grin played across her lips as she held up her index finger to signal to him that it would be a minute before she could give him the attention he craved. Or rather, the bullshit he wanted her to entertain. He knew that after the shit he pulled earlier, he was gon’ be on her shit list. But shit, his fine ass wasn’t making it easy for her to brush his ass off and he knew it. His fucking Burberry cologne, mixed with faint traces of marijuana, his nose ring, and the sexy ass grill alone had her drenched clit doing push ups and jumping jacks and shit.
Fiji winked before sashaying her thick pretty ass back down to the other side of the crowded bar and proceeded to help the other patrons. As she felt his eyes on her, she couldn’t help but embrace the high she felt as he took in her curvy frame. The cherry red, draped, plunging neckline with short sleeve top that had her titties sitting pretty as fuck, black mini skirt that molded her ass like a second skin and red tie-up pumps had her looking like she was the main act of the night. The fact that her face was perfectly beat, her mocha-hued skin was flawless, her blonde and black box braids kissed her ass and her Prada candy perfume had her smelling good enough to eat, had her with the shits tonight because she knew that several niggas and even a few bitches too, up in Sutra’s cigar and martini bar wanted to bend her over and sample some of her gushy sweetness.
Munroe knew she was a bad bitch and that when she was done with a nigga she was done. He’d been the only nigga in all her thirty-one years of life that she allowed to get close enough to her heart to make her want something real. Granted in the beginning, she didn’t want strings attached but again she unexpectedly fell for him and things changed. While she fell harder than she ever thought possible, she knew that once she made up her mind to move on, the only one between them that was gonna feel some typa way was that nigga.
Fiji flirted with men and women as she poured them alcohol while they slipped twenties, fifties, and hundred dollar bills up her sleeves and into the opening of her top. Glancing down the way, every once in a while she could literally see the steam blowing from Munroe’s ears as the annoyance gathered all across his fine ass face. While she got a kick outta pissing this nigga smoove the fuck off, she knew she had to be careful because this nigga never hesitated to act a fool at any given moment. Taunting him was guaranteed to have him return the favor once he got her ass faced down, ass up in his big ass bed or where ever he decided to dig his thirteen inches into her pussy. And baby, he took perverse pleasure in making her beg for the dick. But shit, she was tired of this nigga playing with her emotions, so tonight she was in rare form. Since Monroe wanted to play with her, she was gonna take a page from his book and give his ass a taste of his own medicine.
“Fiji,” Munroe called again, he fingered his full beard before taking another sip of his drink as she neared him to grab another box of straws. His butterscotch-hued skin and smokey gray irises glowed under the red bar lighting. And so did his frustration. Her name tumbled from his lips just low enough for her to hear but deep enough to know that his ass was finna cut the fuck up in this bitch if she ain’t hurry up.
“Yes, Munroe,” A chuckle tumbled from her lips as she approached while opening the box of straws.
“Is this really what you wanna do, piss me off?” He licked his lips as he waited for her response and baby her pussy started beating outta control. The muthafucka was already throbbing but certain shit he did like lick his lips and study her, kept her pussy juices dripping down her big country ass thighs. At six one with broad shoulders, abs she loved to lick ice cream off of, a tapered head full of curly hair,and cocky, big dick energy for days, the nigga was a fucking walking dessert tray and he knew it.
After tending to two more of her regulars, Fiji finally slipped from behind the bar after asking Ash and Bree, the other two night bartenders to cover for her as she made her way over to Munroe’s sexy ass.
“Yes handsome, how may I help you?”
“You can start by telling me why niggas always in yo’face,” He licked his lips as he pulled her between his legs and he slipped a hand between her thighs. He began to graze his fingers along the soft skin there. His demeanor and husky tone was calm, yet dominating. The shit made her pussy cream.
“Nigga, I’m at work, the fuck?! I’m a bartender,” She mugged him in frustration. “They're my customers.” Rolling her eyes, she smacked her lips as she tried to pretend that she wasn’t getting ready to cum from the way his fingers started circling her clit through her thong.
“Bullshit, don’t make me act ignorant up in this bitch, Fi. Treating me like some random nigga. Like you ain’t wake up in my bed riding my face this morning before sliding that fat cum drenched muthafucka down on my dick.”
“So, shit,” She shrugged and rolled her eyes again. “Point,please. Get to it. I gotta get back to work.”
“That nigga Diego ain’t no customer,” He nodded his head toward the black Antonio Banderas look-alike that was watching them from his second-floor, glass enclosed office. “Tell that nigga to stay the fuck out yo’ face.”
“I’m not ‘bout to do no such thing. Roe, you know that man is my boss. But so what if he is, you ain’t my man.”
“I’on give a fuck. I’mma body that nigga if he tryin’ to get in between yo’ soft ass pussy lips,” He pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips. “And keep talkin’ slick here, you ain’t gon get no more’ dick.”
“Listen don’t act like you ain’t as addicted to me as I am to you, umkay? And last time I checked I was single as fuck. Single and ready to mingle. Single and—”
“You wasn’t single when my dick was all up in yo’ pussy stroking that G-spot and playing with yo’ clit this morning. It was my pussy then. When I was giving yo’ freaky ass multiple orgasms back to back.”
“Yeah, well after I came, I came to my muthafuckin’senses after askin’ you for the last time, to give us a chance to be more than fuck buddies. But you said, “Nah,we good the way we are.” So why the fuck do you care what niggas is up in my face?”
“‘Cause, I care about you, Fiji. I—”
“Yeah, I’m sure you do care now that I’m ready to do me. Now that niggas is sniffing around, wanting a lick of my pretty pussy. But here this, niggas been wanting a taste, I just kept ‘em away ‘cause I wanted you, but now, I could care less ‘bout—”
“Hear me, Fiji,” he yanked her thong to the side and slipped two fingers into her already soaked pussy. A slick ass grin settled on his face when a moan slipped from between her lips. “This here pussy between yo’ thighs is gon’ always belong to me.”
Quickly, she removed his hand before her sensitive ass ended up cummin’ right there on his hand in a bar full of people and quickly slipped from his grasp.
“Bye Roe,” she went to walk off but he caught her and brought her back against his dick.
She released a heavy sigh as she tried to silently talk some sense into her coochie. “What, Roe?”
“About being exclusive…”
“What about it?”
“Maybe we should revisit that conversation tomorrow night over dinner.”
She sucked her teeth as annoyance contorted her pretty face. “Yeah, I’ll think about it. Maybe after my date.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I ain’t yo’ girl remember?” A chuckle followed her question.
“Nah, but I do remember that I licked all up in through yo’soaking wet pussy so it’s mine.”
“Nah, it’s mine, I just let you have some,” Fiji tried to walk off again but he held her against his dick. Gently, heslipped his fingers through her braids and pulled her back to him as his lips came crashing down on hers before he slipped his tongue between them soft muthafuckas. His hands slid to her ass and squeezed just as Diego came out of his office.
“Tomorrow night. Seven o’clock okay, Fi?” He spoke softly against her lips as he ran his hand down her cheek and across her chin.
“I’ll think about it…”
You know that ain’t good enough, but I’mma let you do you, for now since I’m the one that fucked up…just know I ain’t ‘bout to make this shit easy for you.”
“I know, I’ll talk to you later.” Her nipples and pussy puckered at the things he could do with his tongue as she slipped outta his embrace just as Diego headed her way.
While she wasn’t ready to hear Diego’s mouth, her only focus was on Munroe’s petty ass and how he was gonnatry and sabotage her date tomorrow night.
While Fiji got a kick outta ticking Munroe off especially when he tried to front like he could do without her, she knew this conversation wasn’t over by a long shot. She was tired of him playing with her heart but since he wanted to play, she was ‘bout to rewrite the rules to this bitch and show him how the muthafuckin’ game was supposed to be played. Unfortunately though, beating the nigga at his own game was gonna be a bit of a challenge because if Munroe wasn’t right about anything else, he knew for a fact that whether Fiji wanted to admit it or not, her pussy most definitely, would always belonge to him.