CHAPTER 4

Club Utopia is also located in the center of Wilmington, on 9^th and Orange Street. It is considered to be one of the most professional nightclubs’ in the city. A dress code is always enforced to keep out commoners and non-ballers, which attracts a 3:1 ratio of women to men, making it the place to be if you want to be seen.

Kenny was attempting to cross over to become an entrepreneur. Few drug dealers ever make it out of the game ahead, so he was determined to be the trendsetter for the small city. Outside the nightclub he could feel the bass vibrating as he greeted each entering partygoer, known and unknown.

Get low, by Lil-Jon and the Eastside Boyz was playing. The summer’s anthem emptied out the V.I.P. room, overflowing the dance floor with couples.

Kenny’s i90 Nextel was vibrating in his pocket. “Yo!” he answered, covering his free ear to hear.

“Man, where are you at? I’m ready.”

“It’s 10:30, Magic. Where do you think I’m at? My party started at 9:00.”

“I’m ready. Come and get me.”

Paying his caller little attention, Kenny continued to greet people. He held his phone away from his mouth as an exotic Asian came strutting past. “How are you doing, boo?” Deshonne could hear him asking a female in the background. “Magic, I can’t come and get you right now. I’m at the door by myself greeting people with just security.”

“Man, who else is there?” Deshonne asked, reluctant to give up on his first real night to party.

“Everybody is here except you. You should’ve came with me earlier.”

“You know that I had to wait for my probation officer to call me first. I told you he was an asshole.”

“Yeah well, what you want me to do now? I can’t leave here until I stop letting people in.”

“Man, put somebody else on the phone!” Deshonne shouted into the receiver.

As he turned around to find a mutual acquaintance, Art popped out of the door with an empty 22 bottle of Corona in his hand. “Art, here the phone,” Kenny said as he handed it to him.

Drunker than normal, Art greeted the caller without asking who it was. “Heyyy, sexy!”

“What’s up cousin!”

“Who’s this?” Art asked, confused by the sound of a male voice.

“It’s me, Magic!” Deshonne said, identifying himself.

“Oh, my fault, Magic. I can barely hear you over the music. Plus, I’m sort of smashed right now. Where are you at, I thought that you were coming to the party. It’s nothing but pussy up in here,” art stated as he tried to lean onto a nearby light pole for support.

“Kenny forgot about me, and now I don’t got no ride there. So I’m stuck now cause it sounds like you’re too drunk to come and get me,” he stated, looking for some pity.

“Call Trigg. He ain’t here yet. I know he’ll come and scoop you up.”

In hearing that single shred of hope, his face lit up. “Word! What’s his number?”

A floor-length mirror Deshonne’s mother inherited from her own mother sat in the corner of the second-floor hallway, right across from his incarcerated brother’s old room. But until tonight, he never stopped to look into it.

“Damn, I’m the shit!” he said to himself as he stared into the mirror. No more prison whites, and no more code reds, he thought as he positioned the huge platinum chain with the diamond encrusted Castle charm around his neck. Retying his S-Dot sneakers, he realized that he was over-anxious tonight.

The house phone rang throughout the house while he was still admiring himself.

“Deshonne, answer the phone! And tell whoever it is, don’t call my house this late no more!” his mother screamed from her bedroom.

Deshonne rushed around the corner to the bathroom, hollering to his mother, “Mom, answer it! And tell him I’m on my way out now. I have to use the bathroom first.”

She took the call and did as her son had asked. But to his surprise, before he could reach the front door, she was out of the bed and right on his heels. Seeing his mother dressed in her favorite cotton robe and scarf threw a sense of guilt upon his shoulders even before she could speak her mind.

“What about your sons upstairs, Deshonne?” she asked. “You must’ve forgotten that you have a curfew, huh?”

With his head down he answered, “Mom, it’s only 11:30 pm. I’ll be back soon. And besides, both of my little mans are already tucked in and asleep.”

“Deshonne, where are you going at this time of night?” his mother asked as she walked up beside him and peeked out of the closed curtains.

“Kenny’s party,” he said as he opened the door.

“Boy, I didn’t lie for your brother, and I’m not going to start lying for you, either,” she bluffed, hoping it would keep him in.

“I got my key, Mom. So just don’t answer the phone or the door, please?” And with that said he stepped out and began to walk towards Trigg, who was sitting in his new black on black F150. Feeling the tension, he turned back around to face his mother still in the doorway.

“Be dumb if you want to, boy. You know you just came home last week,” she reminded him.

“Mom, I got this, okay. I love you!”

“Whatever, boy. You better bring your ass back in here as soon as that party is over because I ain’t babysitting your kids for you. And come home by yourself.”

“Ah-ight!” he agreed gladly before climbing in.

Florescent lighting had everyone on the dance floor wearing white glowing in the dark and looking like they were floating on air. The first glass of Long Island iced tea in Deshonne’s left hand was only half empty, but it already had him mellow. His button-up linen shirt was open, exposing his muscular chest, which was bulging through his wife-beater. Almost every female in the V.I.P. room was a close acquaintance of Kenny’s, so he kept his eyes on the dance floor for something special.

“What are you drinking, cuz?” Kenny asked as he sat down on the love seat next to Deshonne.

A speaker was right in front of the V.I.P. entrance, so the

music muffled all conversations. Not hearing what Kenny had asked him, he looked over at his friend, who was draped in a peach-color linen and matching crocodiles and hollered, “beat it,” into his ear. “You wouldn’t even come and get me.”

“It’s my party. I couldn’t just leave it.”

“Man, fuck that. I’m supposed to be your peoples. You could’ve dipped away for 15 minutes to come and get me.”

“You talking crazy, Magic. You know it takes that long to even get out of New Castle.”

“Whatever,” Deshonne mumbled, not satisfied with his excuse.

“Ay yo!” Kenny said as he pointed across the room to redirect Deshonne’s attention. “That redbone over there in the gray dress, dancing by the picture stand told me to tell you to come over. She already knew your name, so you might as well go and see what’s up, cause her and her girl is the tightest joints up in here tonight.”

That suggestion eased the tension.

“Yo, I’ve been watching her shake her ass since I got here, too.”

“Well, stop stalking her, and go spit that rusty 99 game you still holding onto at her,” Kenny suggested before standing up and hugging a female at the bar.

Deshonne stood up and waited for Kenny to stop talking. “There you go doubting me again.”

“Never that, cuz. I want you to snatch that up for the night, so I can smut her girl,” Kenny informed him.

Deshonne patted his friend on the back confidently. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he promised, and headed towards his prey.

Just as he reached the female in the gray dress and stilettos, he spotted Desiree coming out of the bathroom. Oh, well, he thought. I’m fresh out!

Their clothing was tossed around the one-bedroom apartment as if a hurricane had swept through it. Deshonne’s breathing was heavier than normal and his movements more unorthodox as he tried to handle the nympho’s appetite. Sucking passionately on the longest nipples he’d ever seen, he wondered, How did I get so damn lucky? She was one of those sex fiends who only appear in Black Video Illustrated flicks.

“Slow down, shorty,” he pleaded. “You’re good at what you do, but it’s been hours.”

Plop. Her sporadic movements caused his manhood to slip out. “Damn!” she whined after the third time her rough ride ended.

“Show’s over,” he whispered after he realized that their last condom had ruptured.

Evelyn reached between her own legs, grabbed Deshonne’s still erect penis by the shaft, and slid back down onto him until her swollen lips completely engulfed him. “I’m not done with your friend, yet,” she whispered into his ear.

“What are you doing?” he asked the enchanting stranger.

She apologized, “I can’t help it, baby. You feel so good inside of me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.” then she started to ride him again, wildly, without any inhibitions. But her vagina was so dry that her pubic hairs were almost scraping the flesh off of Deshonne’s penis, making him want to cum bad inside of her just to feel the release and relief, that his juices would give him once he mixed it with the softness of her inner walls. But the liquor they had consumed made that almost impossible.

Plop. He slipped out again. This time when she reached for him, he slid back, giving her a little nudge. “Shorty, we need some Vaseline or something because you’re dry and it’s starting to hurt.”

She just smiled. “I got another wet spot for you that will make you feel all warm inside, boo, so just relax,” she said with a smile. Then Evelyn crawled backwards in the bed until her face was just above his waistline, slowly sliding the back of her hand down his stomach until his stiff, curved rod lay in her palm. Starting at his balls, she licked upwards until she reached the tip. And then she began to French kiss every inch until his lollipop disappeared into her mouth.

Deshonne’s heart was beating so hard and fast, he didn’t even notice her beautiful green eye’s staring up at him, excitedly. “Mmm,” was all he heard as she licked and sucked his most private part with the same energy she put into her earlier circular motions. As soon as he closed his eyes, the chase was over for him. But she continued to please him, anyway. And in doing so, seeing his facial expressions unfold caused her to explode with pleasure as he came in her mouth.