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MOOD + DESPACITO ; LUIS FONSI Y DADDY YANKEE
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It's been at least two weeks since they last have sexual interaction. Other than that they've been texting occasionally.
"Hey, Harry sorry I missed your call been kinda busy lately. I've been meaning to call you, I'm invited to a party tonight and I was wondering if you could be my escort." August smiles to herself
"Not in some degrading way, although I don't think being an escort is degrading. I mean a job is a job- I'm getting off track... anyways. Meet me at my car at eleven."
The line clicks, and she realizes it's eight at night. She should start getting ready now.
Covered in paint, she puts back on the top. Setting the now painted canvas on the floor. Hurrying up the stairs, closing her basement.
"Meow." Chiquita whines, rolling on the floor with her brother Lime.
"Shh, kitty mommy's going out tonight." August says softly.
Feet patter against the hard wood, into her room where she raids her closer. Picking out a red wine dress, shriveled but soon to have shape once she slips it on her body. She kicks nude heels out of her closet tripping on them.
"Ow!" August groans, rolling over before sitting up muttering a "fuck."
Her shower is long, and stupid practicing her dance moves for the party. She almost slips and falls on shaving cream. Her legs freshly shaven, punani trimmed to perfection.
She grabs her towel, wrapping it around her body. Grabbing her peach scented body lotion that she lathers on her body. Soaked in the creamy lotion thay sinks into her skin.
"Now for underwear..."
Slipping on a cute, purple thong with sweet lace on the side. Along with a matching bra, she plans to get dicked down tonight.
Her hair is sopping in the towel she begins to blow dry it. Straightening her curly locks, into thick wavy curls that cascade over her glowing skin.
"You guys made it up the stairs, my babies?" August coos, blowing kisses to get new children.
"Lime, should I do purple eyeshadow? Or no eyeshadow, lashes and brows?" August asks
"Yeah, you're right Clover. Only lashes." August winks
When her makeup is finished she proceeds to put on her cranberry lip gloss. Suddenly, her doorbell rings loudly causing Chiquita to flinch and cower.
"Oh, my Chiquita, Chiquita banana. Don't worry." August picks her up, but she feels guilty of she leaves Lime and Clover alone.
"Okay, all my babies come with me." August mumbles
When the door opens a thick brush of air invites itself into her home.
"Hey, got your message. I know it's a bit early but I didn't know what to wear." Harry shrugs
"Not that, we're gonna be with the Narcos!!!" August screeches
"Here, do you have a button up?
"I have a beige brown one." Harry shrugs
"Okay put that on, some jeans and a belt. Then come back." August closes the door singing in Spanish loudly.
Harry soon returns, wearing his shirt buttoned to the top. Slacks clean and, he brough his Af1 to top it off. August opens his shirt a bit, bringing his a thin gold chain that holds a cross on it.
"Pinche white boy narco." August cackles
"You look nice." Harry smiles
"Yeah, so do you." August smiles, looking down remembering shes only in her tiny thong and bra.
"Come here, haven't had you in a while." Harry mumbles, nearing towards her. Gripping her waist arm to pull her closer, she pulls back slightly.
"Not right now, I need to finish getting ready." August smiles
"Okay, what are you wearing?" Harry asks
"You'll see, stay down here. Meet my babies officially." August smile
Harry only nods, sitting down on the couch where the three kittens curiously walk towards Harry.
"Meow." Lime whines
Stretching out his paws, Lime scratches her claws on Harry's jeans. Quickly he grips Lime setting him on her lap.
Chiquita rolls her head against the frabric of his jeans while Clover plays with a small paper ball that glides across the hardwood floor.
"Cutie. You're the only boy?" Harry mumbles
Lime begins to meow consistently, until Harry begins to let his head which calms the small kitten down.
"Okay, I'm ready!!" August yells, coming down in a skin tight dress.
"You look gorgeous." Harry compliments
"Alright, come on kitties please behave. Mommy will be right back, mommy loves you so much." August coos leading them into their big cage filled with a fuzzy purple pillow and violet curtains.
Stylish.
"How cute." Harry frowns, smiling shortly after.
"I want my babies to live luxuriously." August shrugs
"Come on, it's already 11:27."
"We're fashionably late, don't worry."
They enter the car, smells of mint and hot cheetos but mainly her sweet peach perfume.
"So, what's this party like?" Harry asks, finger tapping on his thigh.
"A Mexican one, my cousin is throwing it at his house." August smiles
"So.."
"You'll be the only white guy there, which will be weird. Don't worry, you're with me." August assures
"Eh.. okay."
"Plus, I can show you how to dance and you can see me dance."
"Sounds alright." Harry shrugs
August looks over, staring at Harry who rubs his chin. Looking at the night sky... his rings glisten in the city lights. She feels warm... content.
"I don't know Harry, I like you alot but you're really young and-"
"Breaking up with me already?" Harry chuckles
"No, I like having you around." August shrugs
"That's cool."
"No, you too August? Damn boy."
"I mean, you're cool too August. I don't know, I wasn't really going into this seeking for a relationship." Harry shrugs
"Well, yeah same." August nods
"I don't expect anything from you August. It's fine if you want to cut things off." Harry says
"No, I like you though. Plus you live next door." August chuckles softly
"Think about it." Harry shrugs, "it's only been a month."
"Okay, thank you."
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"Mi rucaaaaaaaa!"
"Hola, chiquito." August smiles, hugging her cousin tightly.
"Come on, we've got plenty of drinks and Lourdes made tacos." Wuebo smiles
"Gracias, Wuebo this is Harry." August smiles
"Oh, I'm Wuebo." He neglects Harry's offer to shake hands. Tucking his hand in his pockets.
"Come on, let's get some tacos." August smiles, moving away from her cousin after giving him a kiss to the cheek.
"August!" Lourdes squeals
"Hello, mama." August giggles, hugging her tightly.
"So, this is the white boy Lyisa just told me about. You know better to bring crackers around the guys." Lourdes sighs
"Por favor ya, callate ello es-"
"It's fine." Harry shrugs
"Go, go dance or something."
"I'm sorry about that." August apologizes
"No, it's fine. I don't blame them, I know how Mexicans are treated." Harry states
"They just... don't care for whites. I mean just last week my other cousin and his wife went to Sam's. A lady stopped them and asked them to stop speaking Spanish, she called security and told them it made her afraid." August says
"What kind of shit is that?" Harry scoffs
"I'm telling you, I can't stand them. I'm sorry, I know plenty white folks that are not racist and they appreciate brown people- I mean not all Mexicans are brown but you know what I mean?" August smiles
"Yes, I do." Harry nods
"Well, let's dance. Please."
They dance, but Harry cannot seem to ignore the stares of the people beside him he appreciates so much. His white skin and green eyes is not only a threat but can you blame the Mexicans that have been looked down by that color... those eyes.
Can you blame the brown women and men who have been looked down at by those eyes?
"Despacito, quiero respirar tu cuello despacito, deja que te diga cosas al oído!"
"Get down, get dirty." August drunkly mumbles as she twerks on her cousins waist. Her cousin cackles loudly, her long red nails digging into her waist.
Harry simply smiles, leaning back to sit on a couch having a red cup in his hand. He brings his mouth to the rim of the rum to sip the sweet fizzy tequila. Smoothly, it travels down his throat creating a swarm of bees down in his stomach as soon as the drink splashes on the lining of his stomach. Like a boy hitting a beehive full of bees, it erupts in his stomach.
Supplying that feeling of comfort within the liquid, he watches August have fun with her cousins. Dancing crazily to some Spanish song that he actually likes although he cannot make out the words. He'll ask August later.
"Harry, dance with me!" August says, her face carrying a soft glow of red. Her toothy smile inviting him into her.
"No, thank you." Harry smiles
"Ah, whatever." August waves her hand, resuming into her dance frenzy- now to a different Spanish song that seems like he's saying "Shake It".
His drink is empty and although his tongue craves for more of the tropical punch drink. He sits, ass glued to the leather couch unable to fight the discomfort and comfort he feels from these people.
"My mama told me to ask you if you wanted something to eat. Do you?" A small boy, with a toothy smile asks although he is missing some of his teeth. Two of his lower bottom teeth coated with a gold mask.
"Um, what is there?"
"What is there... Oh, we have tamales, tacos, soup with cow tongue or stomach. Yuck! We have salsa, French fries from Wing Stop." He says, his hand skimming over his maroon Polo shirt.
"How about some tamales, with fries from Wing Stop." Harry smiles
"With Salsa? Green or Red?"
"Which is hotter?"
"To me? The green one." The kid shrugs
"Then that one.. I can get it if you want."
"No mami says I can bring it to you." The kid disappears before he can say anything, Harry turns watching the kid tell his mother something.
August sits down next to him, her skin feels cold and she smells of alcohol and weed. The curvy, weightless smoke wraps around her finger, disappearing into thin lines. "You want a hit, this is really good weed all the way from Mexico. Pre packaged, that's how you know it's good."
"Sure, you get your weed from Mexico?" Harry asks
"Some from Mexico, or some from this guy by my house named Collar." August shrugs, "they're both.. good, you know?"
"Nice name." Harry snickers, grabbing the blunt from her hands placing it near his mouth where he inhales deeply. Holding his breath, while watching the lights flicker on and off causing an angry mother to slap a boy's hand away.
He lets out the thick smoke, letting the drug cradle him within it's arms.
"Here you go." The kid says bringing back a plate loaded with orange rice, french fries, sour cream, four tacos, two tamales, and a glob of green salsa.
"Hey, Baby get me a plate." August laughs
He mumbles an, "Okay." before leaving to his mother. "Is that his name?" Harry asks
"Yes, Baby Ruiz." August nods before leaning over Harry to crush the bud of the joint on a metal bowl.
"Hey, when we get home. Stay the night, yeah? I got some new toys and maybe we can try them out. I've really been missing what you got in those pants."
"S- sure." Harry stutters