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An all black party was just what we needed to get things back on track and get the club jumping again. For the past two months, the club hadn’t been doing so well. For some reason we were making more money on the grill, especially during lunch hours (six months ago we had so much feedback on the grill, it was suggested that we should open for lunch and dinner). But now that the grill was kicking off, the club crowd was starting to dwindle, especially on Fridays.
Matinees were expected to not have such a good turn out. But even as we hosted more of them, people resisted coming. I thought it could be advertisement; radio ads were always effective. However, it attracted the wrong crowd at times. We would end up denying more people entry.
It was almost 11:30 and a line was already starting to form outside. The line usually didn’t start until 12 or 12:30. We had the regulars who always made sure they made it before 11 because it was free. Most of my regular bartenders and waitresses were there. I had everyone, especially the security guards, wear white so they stood out from everyone wearing black. I went to the main bar so I could help out.
Before I could get started, one of the girls stepped from the middle of the line. She had on a tight black dress with some black and brown wedges. I could tell she had a bad weave; the crown of her hair was a different color and nappy while the rest was silky straight. Her lashes were caked with glue and were almost falling off. She made her way to the front of the bar and started mumbling.
“Aye. Ain’t you the owner of this club? How can I get down?” I could tell she was sloppy by the way she slurred her words.
“I have all the help I need sweetheart.” I pretended to be nice.
“No. Not with working here. I mean with you.” She blew me a kiss.
I couldn’t help but laugh in her face. That was a major turn off. I couldn’t count on both hands how many times I was approached from needy, sloppy, ghetto females. Women were groupies when all they could see were dollar signs. If only they knew that their drunken forwardness was not a sexy quality to me.
“Well, sweetheart. Sorry to break it to you but I’m just not interested. You’re not my type.” I didn’t know how else to put it.
“What? I’m putting money in your pocket by coming here and buying drinks!”
“Look, lady. You’re in my club before 12. Which means you didn’t pay anything to get in. You were probably drunk before you got here, which means you’re probably buying one or two drinks. That’s not going to make or break me.” I was never one for embarrassing people but she deserved it.
“Hmph! A nigga think just because he own a club that he’s too good to talk to me. He don’t know what he’s missing. I know I’m a good woman.”
Her friends nodded their heads as if they all agreed. She walked away with her clique following behind her. I wondered if they really agreed and supported her actions, or they just didn’t care.
I made a few more drinks and then made my way to the DJ booth. I told him to save all the good stuff for another thirty minutes. I knew we were going to get crowded pretty soon. The excitement of having a full club made me smile. I made sure the line-up on the TV screens was good. We usually had ESPN or movies playing. I never understood the movies, but that’s what our customers wanted.
People continued to fill in the emptiness on the dance floor. There was already a couple that had been stepping Chicago style since they entered the club. I liked their energy. People who weren’t scared to sweat on the dance floor gave me motivation to keep the club open. For some reason people liked either holding the walls up or standing in one spot trying to look cute.
There were a lot of good looking people came out to party. Most of them, I’d never seen before. Then there were the few slapdash folks that came every weekend. I definitely didn’t knock clubbing every weekend because they were my customers. It was just funny to see the same clubgoers, doing the same thing, expecting different results every weekend.
I continued to do my rounds to make sure everything was going well. I checked the restrooms to make sure Dave and Tammy were doing ok. At first glance, I didn’t see Dave standing at the door. As I came closer to the entry way of the restroom, I watched him puff his cigar twice before I yelled his name over the music.
“Dave! Man, what’s up with that? You know I don’t do smoking in this establishment! Put that shit out! And…” I noticed the smell wasn’t a cigar and his eyes went wide as an owl’s.
“And it’s weed! Are you out of your mind? Put that shit out and we’ll talk about this later!” I left him standing there with nothing else to say.
I stormed away from the restroom. I was so pissed I forgot to check on Tammy. Dave didn’t realize I worked hard to make sure I ran a clean, violent-free environment, and he was messing that up. I made my way through the crowd and to my office in the back. I needed to think about what I was going to do. I’d never had an employee who was so disrespectful. The first time I had a problem with him was about a month ago. I found him in the middle of the dance floor with some random woman, which was wrong because one, he was supposed to be working and two, I believed he was married. Then, the next week he was outside chit-chatting with people standing in line to get in. You had to make sure your job (main duty) was done before you started roaming around enough was enough. I was going to have to let him go.
I was doing some bookkeeping, checking e-mails and checking calendars when George (head of security) came storming in the office. Seeing his tall statue burst through the door caused me to make a mental note to get the lock fixed. More than enough times, I’ve had to tell him to knock. He had his own office and he would be more than pissed if I just busted in.
“Man, why are you cooped up in this office? There is a live party going on out there! This all-black party was one of your best promotion ideas!” He paused for a moment when he saw I wasn’t engaged. Then I noticed his brow furrowed.
“Why are you looking so serious? What happened?” He asked.
“Dave. I went to go check on the restrooms and the man was standing by the doorway smoking a blunt! Can you believe that? I mean, we work so hard to make sure we run a clean, legal club.
“That’s disrespectful to us. So what are you thinking?”
“We have to let him go. That’s just one bad apple. Then we’ll have a meeting this week. Hopefully nobody else is doing it.”
“Agreed.” George was always short on responses.
George was right about the club turn out. I was watching the party on the screens. It turned out to be a pretty decent party after all, just what we needed. I was thinking we probably needed to have some sort of theme every week. I stayed in my office and kept an eye on the party until last call. It’s hard being a business owner. People didn’t realize that it was only business and nothing was ever personal.
The clock read 2:07 a.m. Toya was late. She knew at 2:00 a.m. every Saturday she was to come to my office so we could perform our weekly ritual. I sat in my chair and watched the clock. Two minutes later, Toya waltzed in, ignoring her tardiness.
She had on an asymmetrical black dress that showed off her tattoo on her right shoulder. Her plum open toe pumps were at least six inches and showed off her freshly pedicured toes.
“It was busy out there. This all black party was a good idea.” She said as she locked the door.
“You’re late. Get over here. You know what time it is.”
“Yes sir.” She bent down and pulled up her dress, showing her fresh Brazilian wax. As she came closer, my manhood grew inside of my pants. I was turned on by the way she was able to relieve my weekly stress with no strings. She unzipped my pants.
“Ohhh. Seems like you’re ready for me.” She stared at my penis.
“No, it’s not ready. Get those lips to work.”
She took her tongue and licked the side of my shaft before taking me inside her warm mouth, bobbing repeatedly until the tip reached the back of her throat. I didn’t want her to go too fast so I pulled her hair to guide her head. I made her go slow and steady until I was ready.
“Just like that.” I whispered.
“Just like that?” She then ran her tongue from the tip to the crease of my sack.
“Ohh, shit.” I leaned my head back. I didn’t want to explode just yet. I took my penis out of her mouth and started stroking myself.
“Bend your ass over this desk.” She smirked and peeled her dress off. My dick grew stiffer when I saw her plump breasts without a bra. She bent over and I smacked her cheek where she had a small butterfly. The ripple effect from on her butt from the slap made me blood rush. I stuck my penis inside her and she let out a loud moan.
“I’ve been waiting for this all week. Give it to me like you miss me.” She whispered.
“You sure you miss this?” I grabbed her hair with one hand and dug my nails in her skin with the other hand. I continued to pump harder as she pivoted back and forth. Toya gripped the end of the desk and pushed me out of her. She rolled over on her back with her long legs in the air. She knew I was ready. I ran the tip of my manhood over her wet lips. Her pussy was always wet. Toya took my dick in her hand and jammed my dick inside her warmth. She continued to moan as I pumped harder and deeper.
“I want you to come in my mouth.” She yelled.
That did it. I forcefully pulled out. She jumped off the desk and bent down. She cupped my sack and put my manhood in her mouth and sucked until I squirted down her throat. I let out a sigh of relief. I loved relieving stress.