As Bianca made her way through the dimly lit, smoke-filled club, the loud music wasn’t the only thing popping. So were the chicks, popping vagina everywhere. There were half dressed and naked women strutting their stuff in the club, looking for dances and dates.
When the DJ put on Juicy J’s “Bandz a Make Her Dance,” the club caught fire, igniting the vibe in the club, and even more girls appeared on the floor. There were so many now on the dollar chase, moving fast to try to find where they could drop it like it was hot. Now, finding Yogi was going to be even more difficult than she could have ever thought. The hunt was on, but by the end of the night, it might be a toss-up on just exactly who was the prey.
“Excuse me, are you working tonight?” a tall guy asked Bianca.
“Hell, naw, she ain’t working.” Yogi walked up and gave her a hug.
“Girl, I was looking for you.” Bianca gave a deep sigh of relief. She smiled, looking Yogi up and down, admiring her neon green, high-waisted thong body suit that was covered in clear rhinestones that only covered her breasts and pubic area. She also wore tall, lace-up rhinestone boots.
“I was over there in VIP,” she said and looked her over. “Girl, I almost didn’t know who you were. You look so good, girl. You really clean up good.” Yogi smacked her on the butt.
“Umm, I would’ve never found you.” Bianca looked her over. “You look rather sexy, and you are all dolled up.”
“Girl, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Yogi said, noticing how uncomfortable Bianca was when Yogi hit her on the behind. “I smacked your ass as a way of endearment, not on no lesbo shit.”
Bianca shot from the hip. “Are you gay?” She didn’t know what to think.
Yogi answered, “Sometimes,” and then switched the conversation. “What are you drinking?”
“They got rosé?”
“Yeah, we got it. I got ya,” she said. A tall guy with a tailored suit came and whispered something in her ear. She nodded. As Yogi was talking to the guy, Bianca noticed a girl wearing a zebra print outfit with rhinestones on it, watching Yogi and the guy.
Yogi took Bianca’s hand and led her to a bar in the back of the club. “Hey, Tee, this is my homegirl. Give her some rosé and whatever else she wants. Look out for me.”
Tee, the bartender, nodded her head. “I got her.”
“Look, girl, duty calls for me in VIP. You can respect that, right?”
“Go get yo’ money, girl. I’m a hustler too, and ain’t gon’ never stand in the way of nobody getting their paper.”
Yogi high-fived her. “I will be back and check on you, but for now, drink and have fun, babes.” Yogi leaned in and gave her a friendly, sisterly hug.
Bianca watched her friend go off into the crowd. She surveyed the club to try to get an idea of what was what, as she eyed where other exits might be. She spotted the area where the restrooms were. Of course, she’d already peeped the VIP section, but there seemed to be another doorway, opposite of the VIP, that certain patrons would slip through every now and then.
“Hey, babes.” Tee, the bartender, leaned in and said, “It’s going to be about thirty minutes before the rosé comes. Can I get you something else?”
“Yes, make me something fruity. Just hook it up. Oh, yeah, and make it sweet.”
“Could it get any sweeter than you?” asked a guy sitting next to her at the bar.
Hmmmm, she thought then said with a smile, “Ah, no, I don’t think so.”
She continued to watch everything going on around her. The man sitting beside her was very observant of the things happening as well.
“Here you go, sweetie.” Tee placed the drink down in front of her.
“Thanks, doll.” Bianca smiled and passed her a twenty-dollar bill.
“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “Yogi got you.”
“I know, but this is for you.”
“Very nice of you, big spender,” the guy next to her chimed in.
She smiled and took a sip of her drink. “You gotta look out for those who look out for you, right?”
He nodded. “Good philosophy to have.”
She just kept drinking her drink, trying to allow the effects of the music and the alcohol to sink in. As she was almost done, the guy who was sitting next to her, the one who’d thought her little comment earlier was real, noticed her drink was getting low. “What did you have?”
She looked at the drink. It didn’t have a name as far as she was concerned. Just some concoction the bartender had mixed up because she liked sweet-tasting drinks. “It’s called a . . .” She thought for a moment before she came up with something. “Bianca on the Run.”
“Bianca on the Run, huh?” He nodded. “Never heard of it. Looks good. New and refreshing.” He looked Bianca up and down. “Kind of like you are to this spot.” He took a sip from his own drink. “So, what brings a sweet lady like you to The Den?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Here, baby.” Tee set another drink down in front of her.
“Thanks so much,” she said, sliding her another twenty.
The guy still sat there with a raised eyebrow, waiting for her to answer.
“What brings anybody to The Den? The girls.” She looked around.
“So, you are a girl who likes girls.”
“No, don’t humor yourself,” she joked. “No, the drinks, perhaps.” She lifted her glass and threw him a smile. Then she said, “No, seriously, my girl invited me. She works here. In fact, I’m going to get her to give you dance, on me, when she comes back out of VIP.”
“Really?”
“Why the hell not?” Bianca said.
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