Chapter 9: The Prowl

Club N.E.O.N. was owned by a twenty-something year old millionaire friend of Scarlet. He was certainly no Eric Wells, he greeted us at the door and led us to the VIP section, Scarlet immediately slid into his lap, claiming him as her own and daring one of our girls or any other woman in the club to come near him and try to take what was hers.

The base from the speakers made my chest reverberate and I coughed a couple of times when it felt like I would suffocate. There weren't nearly as many celebrities as there had been at Braxton's events, there were a lot of socialites and wannabes at this guy's club. Things got very awkward when Scarlet started sticking her tongue down Dude's throat, but I seemed to be the only one bothered by it.

"I'll buy you a drink." Dom offered.

"Damn, buy me one too." Coco said and we went over to the bar where Dom flirted with the bartender until all three of us ended up with free drinks. The girls could work a crowd, I knew this since Monday night, but to watch them on the prowl was surreal. They stalked their men, sexy was at the top of the menu but they could sniff out guys with money. Coco disappeared soon after she set her sights on some guy who was sitting in the lounge area. Dom was working the bartender.

The female bartender slid a glass of, whatever the drink was that I still had a full glass of, over to me. "The gentleman in the lounge over there said to keep what you're having coming all night."

"Ohhhh!" Dom grinned, I was too stunned to turn around so Dom checked him out for me. "Damnnn." She squealed. "Oh no boo, he is mine."

I peeked over my shoulder and Flow raised a glass to me. He was surrounded by five women and the rest of his entourage.

"Okay, you're new, I'll let you go."

"Go where?"

"You just acknowledged him, either you stay here and flirt with your eyes or you're going over there to chat with him."

"I can't." I felt a panic attack rising.

"Look, it's Flow, he's cool."

"I'm not."

"Don't freak out. I've got you."

I didn't drink so two shots of tequila had me giggling about everything. When Dom told me to go over to Flow I did, I thought the whole alcohol making your bold thing was bullshit, but right now I felt like I was on top of the world.

"Hey Brooklyn James, I didn't recognize you at first." His eyes probed my body, the strapless dress and some make-up magic by Dom made it look like I had boobs. He motioned for me to come closer and pulled me onto his lap, I shuddered, even in my alcohol haze I wished that Roman was here with me instead of Dom. Who the hell was I to be propped up on this heralding god's lap. Flow's fingers tickled my behind and I smiled stupidly. I was uncomfortable, but the alcohol stopped me from having a full-out freak out.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you since that night at Kandy Shoppe."

"You don't even know me." I slurred.

"But you're intriguing." He smiled and I nearly melted. He voice was so sexy. "You're enjoying New York so far?"

"I am, my roommates are the best."

He looked over my shoulder. "Dom teachin' you any tricks?"

I giggled, Kitty was teaching me how to work that pole in the living room but I was avoiding Dom's teachings. "No. I am not that kind of girl."

"Uh huh?" He chuckled and nipped my neck. Woah! What was this? This hands roamed over my back, my stomach and my behind. One of his boys handed him a drink that he passed along to me. I sipped and then gulped, the alcohol burned its way down my throat to my stomach. By the time my glass was empty I was on cloud nine. He flirted and caressed me and handed me another drink. One of his bodyguards whispered something to him.

"There's a party at my hotel, you and our girls should come up."

"Yeah!" I said far more enthusiastically that I should have. I stood up and stumbled, Flow caught me and chuckled. He told one of his entourage to go and tell my girls where the party was headed and that I was riding with him before I was handed another cup.

The first and only time I was in a limo was at my grandfather's funeral two years ago, if I wasn't drunk off my ass I would've been able to better enjoy the experience, especially with the sexy R&B singer who was showering me with attention. I got a couple of dirty looks from the other girls in the limo, all of them wanted to be me, to have Flow sucking all over them. He was on my neck, my arms, the exposed skin on my back. I was too gone to care, I allowed him to stick his tongue in my mouth, it felt disgusting at first but eventually I got into it. How many girls got to say that their first kiss was with their celebrity crush, once it stopped being awkward and I wasn't worried about screwing it up and having a dude leave me because I was such a bad kisser, I wanted to kiss everyone!

Flow pulled me into his lap, deepened the kiss and trailed his fingers up my skirt, it tickled, I giggled. "You like that?" He cooed.

I was drunk as fuck! I was happy as fuck! I liked everything! I loved everybody!

The car rolled to a stop and one of Flow's bodyguards opened the door and he helped me out of the car. "Wassup my man?" JQ said and gave Flow a brother man hug. "Sorry I have to block man, but Roman is being a real hen about this one and if he calls my phone one more time I'm going to have a white-boy freak out."

"Seriously man? She's a grown woman."

"And I have a grown woman upstairs in a hotel room with her legs wide open, you think I wanna be down here right now? Look, just come to the apartment and court her the right way."

"I'ma see you later bae." Flow gave me a long lingering kiss before handing me over to JQ who graciously lifted me off of my wobbly feet.

"Bye Flow!" I slurred over JQ's shoulder. If I knew what can of worms I opened up I would have stuck with my first thought and stayed home tonight.