She picks Men Like Flowers pt 3

I pulled into my favorite bar's parking lot and was greeted by the ocean breeze. It filled my nostrils and invigorated me desire to have a little fun. The bar sat on the boulevard right next to the ocean. The name of the bar was perfect I thought as I walked in and the smell of Smoke hit my nose. Drinks, Dimes, and Danger or otherwise call triple D was my favorite place next to my bed.
”Hey Hoe, why are you late?” A familiar voice yelled at me as I sat at the bar in the back of the club. I smiled as I searched for Christie at the bar. She popped up from behind and smacked my ass, like she usually does.
”I had a bit of extra work to do. Why? Did you miss your pimp that much?” I said laughing as I hugged her. I pulled back to look her over and yet again she was in red heels, black leggings, and a red.blouse.  Her hair was.freshly straightened and she had on red feathered earrings.
”girl I have on my lucky heels, so tonight somebody hitting this.” She said laughing.
”You act like you can't get a man without those heels on. Hey bar keep can we get a round of smirinoff green apples?” I ordered not paying her too much attention.
”Its not that I can't get a man, its just that I have had higher success with these heels.” She said sarcastically as she opened the bottle I handed to her. The crowd was steadily pouring in and the music was turned up in response. Tonight was 90's music night, and Cristie couldn't contain herself anymore. She soon found herself slowly grinding against me and giggling. this is why I don't let her drink that much, I think she secretly wants me.
”What are you doing Girl?” I asked laughing.
”Dancing, and since you're wearing a pants suit you're my man for right now.” She giggled as I succumbed to her tipsy desires and took to the dancefloor. The music slowed down as it switched to one of R. Kelly's classics, and our bodies moved accordingly. The guys started to stare as I grabbed her waist and pulled her close. She shook with excitement and started to grind slowly on me. At this point even the woman were intrigued by our dance.
”we have a bigger audience than usual Dion.” Christie boasted as she moved my hands from her waist to her plump ass. I rolled my eyes and smiled at her.
”what's next? You want me to fuck you on the dancefloor?” I say sarcastically as I squeezed her hard. She moaned in my ear and I laughed to myself as I locked eyes with one guy in particular. He smiled at us and liked his lips as he dug his hand into his pocket. He couldn't turn his head away as he stared into my eyes with his.Hazel eyes. He was at least six foot three and built. His skin was light like caramel and he could dress. the Black Label Jeans and Gucci boots was proof enough of that. a silver necklace hung down between the open flaps of his crisp white dress shirt. He had a classy thug appeal, and little did he know he just became a target.
”I see who you're staring at Dion. Oh that's a nice choice. But what if I want him?” She said turning her back to me and grinding her ass on me for his delight. She bit her lip for him and he began to rub his leg in his pocket. he was ripe for the picking now.
”If we both want him, then we both got to get him.” I demanded as the song ended and he ambled to the bar. We followed and sat a few stools down from him. It took him no time to get up and walk towards us.
”Got him...” Cristie whispered to me and I smiled at him as he sat to my right.
”good evening, thank you for the show ladies.” He said in a deep smooth voice. Now that he was in my face I could see his crisp edge up and chiseled chin. He was in every since of the word a Manly man.
”Your welcome, but who said that was for you?” I smirked back. He laughed and waved to the bartender before he spoke.
”I choose to believe it was for me. What's a classy dressed lady like you doing in here?” He asked smoothly.
”im here to see who is going to buy my drank and fuck this skank.” I answered pointing to chtistie.
”Hey bitch watch your mouth.” She said popping me in the arm before she turned to him. ”Hi, My name is Christie and this is Dion.” She said shaking his hand. He took her hand and kissed it then kissed mine.
”my name is Kendal Jackson, you can just call me KJ.” His deep voice answered back. He ordered two Bahama mamas and a crown and coke from the barkeep as he studied us. The bartender brought the drinks and he pulled a wallet full of cash out and paid. This was a plus, but I'd rather know about his stroke. He passed down the Bahama mamas and he reached for the crown. I grabbed the cup and slide one bahama mama back.
”I'll be taking that KJ. If you don't mind.” I say taking the glass to my lips. The cool liquor refreshed my body and excited me as I tasted the alcohol.
”Sorry KJ, she drinks like a man at times.” Cristie said as she moved to get on his other side. He had no clue how deadly it was to be between us.