Some Things Never Change

He had a kind face which didn’t quite match his rough, hard voice. Both wore matching Hugo Boss shirts and skinny jeans but in different colors. Unlike the others that had on t-shirts with the insignia, these two were probably higher in ranking as they both wore chains that had the insignia in pendant form. The smaller one didn’t look as aggressive as the fatter one, so Lou focused her attention on him while the other guy did the search on the other ladies. When they were done they all went in through the wide entrance at the same time. It opened into a long corridor with hookah machines that lined the wall. None were unoccupied and every table had a placard that told what flavor you could smoke at that machine.

Smoking had never interested Lou. She tried it once and didn’t see the fascination. Tammy and the others smoked cigarettes. They claimed it cut their appetites by half and helped them maintain their fabulous figures. Their belief was that everybody had to die, some faster than others. They would at least die high with a smile on their face and a slim waist. Hookah was the new rage now with the promoters campaigning that it was the lesser evil to tobacco, a healthy alternative to tobacco smoking. The rappers looked cool with it in their music videos and so could you, it was cheaper and more affordable than its competitors which added to its thriving popularity.

Nevertheless, Lou didn’t want to feel left out. She succumbed to peer pressure and curiosity as she got up close and personal with a Hookah machine. It kind of reminded her of a machine you would see in a mad scientist’s lab. It came with a water container that had a chamber in which your choice of tobacco was kept and slowly heated, the conversion to smoke form fascinated her the most. She wondered which genius had come up with this and how many people had already become a slave to this new fad.  Even though she personally disliked smoking, she herself could see the appeal.

The whole set up was amazing, once it turned into smoke it had to be cooled. So it was once more connected to another chamber of water. Finally the cooled smoke is inhaled through the mouth of the hookah smoker by a small hose with a detachable mouth piece. So different people could have their own mouthpiece but take turns using the same machine.

When the girls had their fill of hookah, Tammy took the lead. “Follow me guys let’s get a drink by the bar.”

Tammy kept turning around to check that Lou hadn’t gotten lost in the crowd. They pushed and pulled our way through the sea of moving bodies towards a section where the crowd was most dense. Lou didn’t worry about getting the attention of a bartender to get served. Tammy turned heads no matter what she wore. Tonight she wore her hair down, her fake dread locks that were curly with orange streaks cascaded down her back like a waterfall. It was done so tiny and neat you would think it was all natural. She matched her hair with a black crop top with rips slashed across the chest revealing shocking orange netting underneath. She paired it with a short orange mini skirt that barely covered her butt and black knee high boots with stiletto heels. As soon as she waltzed up to the busy bar, a bartender appeared out of nowhere and said drinks were on the house courtesy of the Dutty Bloodz.

“I don’t think we should take anything from those guys.” Lou’s advice went unheeded. The ladies took the drinks and made their way to the back of the club.

They passed a couple practically making love on the dance floor.

“Those two need to get a room for crying out loud.”

“Jealous?” Tammy asked.

“Maybe. It’s been awhile and those two reminded me of what I have been missing.”

Lou sipped her drink that she bought with her own money. That’s her, independent to the core. Besides she never saw the bartender mix it. No way was she gonna end up a victim of date ra*e. She had watched enough “lifetime” movies to give herself a hefty appreciation for her well being. She couldn’t take her eyes off the couple. Why did men always go for those ratchet chicks? Everything on her looked fake from her lips to her over-inflated bre*sts. The only thing left for her to do would be to rub her pu*sy on his face, everything else was already on display.

She never thought she had a type until she saw him. He was gorgeous. She herself was five ft. five so she placed him about five ft. 11. He wasn’t the usual dark chocolate she obsessed over. She was a huge fan of Idris Elba and Morris Chestnut. He was the complete opposite, LL Cool J lips, piercing dark brown eyes, with a body like Vin Diesel and similar complexion, he had mixed ancestry and was closer to white, with curly black hair. He wore a dress down bright blue cerulean suit with a white tee under it and matching white kicks. The only jewelry he wore was a ring, which she couldn’t make out the design since she was standing a few feet away and an expensive watch that blinged in the flashing lights. He had no visible piercings or tattoos and was very clean cut. He looked like the type you would be proud to have your parents meet.

Lou tried to distract herself by dancing to the music but she couldn’t resist glancing at the couple. She would never have the nerve to strike up a conversation with a guy just like that. She was old school and felt the guy should approach her. She didn’t want to be viewed as acting too forward or overeager. Some part of her wished he would look up so she could make eye contact with him but what next.

Just as she was puzzling it, he looked up and stared her dead in the eyes and winked. He knew Lou had been watching him the whole time. Lou instantly panicked, supposed he approached. He looked straight at her, oblivious to the crowd and the woman in his arms. Her heart started racing, it felt like it was pounding in her ear drums instead of her chest. She felt exposed and naked with his eyes on hers. It felt like the crowd had parted just so he could view her. Lou tried to calm her trembling hands and tamper down her errant thoughts.

She felt like his gaze was electric and it zapped her down to her nether regions. She felt wanton and wet, a very dangerous combination. When she heard her favorite song playing she lost it completely and started dancing to the sexy beat. His gaze never left her and it gently caressed her body.