♡ MONAISHA
I'm so glad Ama is feeling better. And I'm not talking about her ankle. That healed pretty quickly but she has been in a funk ever since that day. I don't like seeing her this way. So emotionless. That's not her.
She's a girl of extremes and she's been in the safe middle for almost a week now. I'd rather see her wild and fierce. When we go out together she's so confident and free, it's truly beautiful.
So that's why I've been negotiating with her all afternoon. It's Friday and every Friday night we start with drinks at Joe's. I touch base with my brother there and after a few shots, we're off to the strip club. Yeah, you heard that right: strip club.
The newest edition to our curvy crew is Feli. She's a stripper and a damn good one. Oof. She turns me on every time. From pole dancing to burlesque, she can do it all.
We go there every week around ten. One of the bouncers; Montell, walks us in and lifts us up on the stage where Feli will be waiting for us. They start our 'theme-song' and we let go. My favorite moment of the week. We always end with some fun and chime in the weekend hot and wet.
I grin at the thought of it and look at Ama.
She's declining every dress because she got too fat for them. Her words, not mine. She's fine and I mean fiiiine. Her boobs are the ones every fat girl wants. She has the kind that are still firm and perky.
Mine? Well let me tell you, they are down to my knees without a bra. Big, saggy mounds of flesh. I can't wear half the dresses she wears, because my ladies would just fall out of them. Her ladies seem to hold the dress up, she doesn't even need straps.
I see the perfect dress peak out of the pile of dresses and pull it out. It has a sporty look and feel, red, tight, shoulders bare, and white stripes down the sides. The sleeves are long and the skirt is short. And since I am making her wear her red sneakers, it's just perfect.
Yeah, I forbade her to put heels on tonight. I can just imagine her hurting that ankle again. It's still slightly purple and I can see in her eyes that wearing heels to work this week hasn't done her any favors.
"Ama! This one! You can be my very own sporty spice! You might even find a personal trainer worth your time!"
Ahhh, I shouldn't have said that. She looks gloomy again. "Am, just let it go. You did your best. He didn't respond. Let it go."
Yeah, remember how I asked her if she even thanked him? Well, she didn't and decided to write him a letter. Thinking he would appreciate it as the Bridget Jones's Diary lover he is. And I agreed with her.
The guy sent flowers and a new pair of stilettos to her office with the most wonderful cards attached to it. The card that came with the flowers said: 'Sorry for being a wanker. I happen to have a very high regard of your wobbly bits.' The one with the new shoes said: 'And if you would like to stay just a little bit fat, I would love to help you with that.'
What would you tell your best friend after she got that? Give him a second chance, right? At least as a personal trainer. So she wrote him a letter, Bridget-style. And he never responded to it. That got her all doom and gloom all week.
So we're going out! We're going to have fun and forget all about mister-sexy-muscles-tattoos-personal-trainer-chicklit-reader. But seriously though, he reads chick-lit. It doesn't get any better than that really. Maybe I should... No Mo! Behave! Ama will have your head.
I can tell Ama is leaning towards the sporty spice dress. I rummage through one of her drawers and find knee socks, white with red stripes at the top. I toss them to Ama and I know. I know she is seeing it in her head.
"Mo? I love you!"
I grin at her and say: "Love you too, wifey. Now get ready!"
I work on my make-up in front of her vanity. I go for gold tonight. Literally. My nails are gold, golden hoops in my ears, and golden bracelets on my wrist that jingle when I move my arms.
I can hear Ama hum from the other side of the room and grab my phone. It's time for some music.
'Juice by Lizzo' starts to play through the room and I hear Ama squeal. She dances towards me, singing along to the song, shakes all her curves, and I'm mesmerized. She looks amazing, those knee socks make her legs look longer and her dress hugs her in all the right places, her girls begging for a closer look.
Ama makes a cat-eye with her eyeliner and covers her eyelashes in black mascara. Her green eyes pop even more now and she winks at me.
The next song is 'Beautiful Dangerous by Slash ft. Fergie'. Not my favorite but the little devil inside my bestie loves it. Gotta keep things fair while we get hyped up. She finishes her look with a bright red gloss and dabs a little bit of solid perfume in strategic places.
She has used that solid perfume for as long as I can remember. She gets it from an old Chinese lady, who has a small shop in town. I think X introduced her to the lady once. Ama loves the lady and the perfume. It makes her smell like banana candies and it drives everyone, who's allowed to get close enough, wild.
I grab my clutch and Ama hands me her keys. She calls an Uber and we walk out together. I lock the door and we hang out with Mike while we wait for our ride to arrive. Mike admires our outfits and makes us swear we call him if anything happens.
He does this every time, he's like our dad sometimes. But we also know that if we would need him in the middle of the night, he would drop everything to help us out.
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The driver drops us off in front of Joe's and there's a line outside. We hook our arms together and walk up to the front of the line. People glare at us, but we pretend not to see them. We hold our heads high until we reach Chris.
He smiles wide and says: "Hey MOAM, ready for some shots?"
I wink at him and say: "You know we are handsome. Have a good night." He nods and steps aside to let us in. We dance through the crowd towards the bar and look for Theresa. She already knows we're here, she always does.
She is lining up beautiful rainbow shots for us. Don't ask me how she makes them, because I have no clue. That girl is a magician with drinks. Ama and I grab the purple one and down it. We look each other in the eye and grin. This is the moment we decide this is going to be a fun night.
Ama sits down at the bar and I tell her to stay put. I make my way over to the bathroom and would normally take Ama with me. But in this bar, with Theresa and Chris there, I know she's safe.
I quickly do my thing and walk back over to the bar again. My eyes fall on a rough-looking guy, tattoos all over and wearing a leather jacket. He looks over his shoulder and lord have mercy, his eyes are ice blue. Damn, he's hot.
I look at Ama and see my brother. Oh hell no! He better not be doing what I think he's doing. I forget all about the hottie at the bar and run up to my brother to inflict pain on him.
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Monaisha's first POV.
What do you think of her?
Some cameos and tributes in this chapter again; Chris and Theresa. They belong to mysticgirlzx The bar, Joe's is also something that came from her mind. Check out her book Pushing The Limits. You can find it all in there.
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Next chapter will be from X's POV.
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