Chapter 18: bad boy X bad girl

He was not my cup of tea. He was not my Mr. Right. He was not the phat baker that got everybody completely baked including him. Just like everyone else, I was pretty horny because of the intoxicants, drugs, and cannabis, but I was horny for just one man.

'So, why aren't you dancing sexy?'

I heard a familiar voice behind me. I did not know how he got there because I never took my eyes off the stairs, I guessed he played my sight but to whom it may concern. I just wanted to cling on to him, kiss him, grind my ass on his dick. I twisted my neck slightly and watched him as he skipped over the sofa and sat behind me.

'Um! I guess I can't dance.'

'You can't dance? Uh!'

'Uh-huh!'

'Your ass claps while you walk. I guess you just need to walk around and you dancing already.'

We laughed shortly. He pulled out a capsule from his back pocket, twisted its knob to the left to open, poured two pills in his palm, and threw it into his mouth.

'Will you try some?'

'What's that?'