Wifey: Part 2

“Okay, that’s what’s up. Y’all don’t have to wait on line. Just stand right here, and as soon as he’s done with them, he’ll frisk y’all, and y’all can go right in.”

“Thank you,” Simone responded.

“Do me a favor and open up your bags, so he can check those too.”

Before long Jasmine and Simone had been frisked, and they both paid their twenty-dollar cover charge to get in. When they walked into the club, they quickly saw how rammed it was.

“This shit is way too packed up in here!” Simone screamed into Jasmine’s ear.

Jasmine ignored Simone. She started looking around to see who she knew and tried to figure out where to go. Simone wanted to go to the bar area next to the main stage, but Jasmine wanted to get closer to the tables, where all the ballers were poppin’ bottles.

Jasmine felt somebody tug on her arm. She turned around and saw Ish, who was part of Ghetto Mafia and real cool with Nico. That was just what Jasmine didn’t want. She hoped she didn’t see anybody she knew.

“Hey, baby,” Jasmine yelled with a smile. She gave Ish a kiss on his cheek. “What you doing here?”

“What the fuck you doing up in here? That’s the question.”

“I just needed to get out. I been cooped up in the house ever since I got shot, and this is my first time out,” Jasmine yelled into his ear.

“Oh, right, right. The streets is crazy right now. You got shot, Bebo got murked, then Lo. Shit is on fire.”

Jasmine had heard about BJ and Lo getting shot, but she didn’t know if Ish was trying to say that Lo had died, and she didn’t want to ask any questions.

“Exactly. That’s why I just wanted to get out and get my mind off everything, and when I heard my girl Tami from Basketball Wives was going to be here, I had to come.”

“Oh, so that’s what the fuck you doing here. That Basketball Wives shit. I feel you. Nico coming through too?”

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. “Ish, you ever met my girl Simone?”

Ish squinted his eyes to look at Simone, who was attracted to him from the moment she saw him. Ish had that thugged-out look that she loved. He had a deep caramel complexion and full lips and hazel eyes. Ish was about six two, and two hundred pounds of lean muscle, and his deep-set eyes gave him a very menacing appearance.

“Nah, I don’t think I ever met shorty before.” Ish smiled as he extended his hand to Simone.

“Well, buy her a drink and a lap dance and then get to know her,” Jasmine playfully commanded.

“No doubt, no doubt.”

“The drink would be fine, but no lap dances, thank you very much.”

Simone was “strictly dickly.” In fact, she’d told Jasmine that the strippers had better not come near her, trying to grind and dance on her. Simone followed Ish, and they made their way to the bar.

Jasmine walked through the club, and before long she spotted Black Justice sitting with about five other dudes who were drinking and tossing money at strippers. She got as close as she could to him and his crew, and then she found a seat and started to move her body to the music.

One of the dudes with Black Justice asked her, “Want a drink, ma?”

Jasmine nodded, and within seconds the dude poured her a glass of Ace of Spades. Jasmine thanked him and started sipping the champagne.

“So what’s your name?” he asked.

“Ask your boy. He knows who I am.”

“Who? Black Jus?”

Jasmine sipped more of her champagne and nodded. Then she put the drink down and stood up and started dancing by herself to one of Drake’s hit songs.

The dude told Black Jus what she said, and Black Jus looked in her direction and stared at her, trying to remember her name. Black Justice was a half-black, half-Colo

mbian pretty boy who had fucked many bad chicks in his lifetime. He was trying to remember if he had fucked Jasmine.