King

The disco light swirled in an array of red, green, purple and golden colours, settling momentarily on our faces. Voices rose and fell, music played softly in the background, blending nicely with the chatters of the other carousers, our glasses clinked as we shared a toast.

"Congratulations my man! The greatest of all time, sharpshooter!" Junior mocked Uchenna, patting his back while one hand held a flute of champagne.

The rest of us snickered, knowing how much Uche would be annoyed by Junior's taunt but nobody cared. Before Uche got married, he always preached practising birth control until a year into his marriage to allow him to adapt to life as a married man. It was barely two months into their union and now his wife was already pregnant, hence the reason for our little celebration.

"What colour is the material for the baby's dedication?" Junior feigned seriousness, tapping his index finger to puckered lips. "Maybe you can tell wifey that we want cockroach brown."

"Or better still, watermelon green," I added and we both shrieked with laughter, relishing in the mild look of annoyance that crossed Uche's feature.

"Please don't say it," Junior and I muttered simultaneously as soon as Uche's lips parted; he was fond of saying the most distasteful things.

"Wifey and I are actually thinking menstruation red," the bastard still said it.

It was his turn to sneer at our crumpled faces, giving us a victorious smile as our noses scrunched in mock disgust with my middle finger pointed at him.

"We should have gone to the strip club," I muttered under my breath, stretching my oxford Italian leather-clad feet.

Taking a sip from the bottle of water I substituted for the wine flute, I fumbled with the top two buttons of my blue dress shirt. Images of scantily dressed ladies shaking their ass on a stage flooded my vision and I groaned again, shifting slightly to accommodate the growing bulge in my trousers.

"So, his wife won't let him leave the house again?" Tomiwa, another member of our Fantastic five group, replied with a peal of loud laughter. He was usually the quietest one among us, brooding but brutally honest.

It was no secret that Uche's wife, Cynthia, had him wrapped around her slender fingers. He was like a lost puppy around her; the love they shared for each other could be felt from miles away, it was almost suffocating.

Sometimes, it was hard to believe he used to be the most notorious one amongst us five. With his thick afro, blemish-free face, light-skinned complexion, perfect height on a toned body and numerous awards for the most handsome man in his university days, he was never at a loss for women.

"Negodu. Just look at this man talking, can you go anywhere without Lola's permission?" Uche growled out.

Junior and I stared at Tomiwa, the scowl on his face transforming our laughter into coughs. Lola, Tomiwa's fiancée was the definition of controlling but he had no problem with that, neither did we. We were always welcomed to his crib, sometimes to her delicious Yoruba jollof rice with peppered beef; that was enough to forgive her for keeping Tomiwa away from us.

Plus, Tomiwa was a different man with her in his life now, a happy man. He radiated the kind of happiness we never saw in him since he lost his family to a plane crash. It was the reason we barely took any vacations that required a flight, knowing his phobia for planes. He was just like Uche, the only difference was in their skin colour and his avoidance of women until Lola.

When the coughing quieted down, no one said a word, each of us left to our various thoughts. Someone nudged me with their knee and I opened my eyes slowly to see Junior motioning in the direction of a slim, dark-skinned beauty.

She was clad in a red spaghetti strap gown which contrasted so much with her skin colour but in a way that called attention to her. The V neck of her gown gave a glimpse of her enormous swells, her makeup was flawless and her lips were coated in the same shade of her gown.

Hot!

It was the word that best described her, she was still seated but I could tell her backside was fuck worthy, the perfect size I liked on my conquests and I was suddenly grateful to Tomiwa for suggesting this Karaoke bar.

"Dude!" Junior's voice glided into my ear but I was long gone. My mind was beginning to flood with tricks that would get this hot chic squirming underneath me.

Jumping to my feet, I smoothed the invisible creases on my plain trousers, rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and flexed my muscles. I was hoping to catch her attention but caught Junior's smile instead with a mouthed, King! King!

Tomiwa and Uche watched with amusement, both of them quiet as I strolled to the microphone stand on the makeshift stage. My steps were slow and deliberate, commanding attention; there was no way anyone could ignore me, not even her.

Giving the DJ a cue for my song choice, I belted out the lyrics for a pant dropping performance.

Brown skin girl,
Your skin just like pearl . . .

With the mic in my grip, I felt powerful, untouchable as the words floated effortlessly from my lips. Her eyes were on me now as were the eyes of the other females in the room and her manicured nails flipped the strands of hair that strayed to her shoulders in a sensual motion. Our gazes met, none of us looking away until the end of my performance which I ended with a wink.

Cheers and whistles filled the room as I walked back to my seat; I had set the ball rolling, I only had to wait to see if she was ready to play.

"Guy! If you were a musician, even your family members won't buy your song." The glare I sent Junior was enough to shut a stranger up but not him, "you sounded like a dying frog."

Tomiwa tried to hold back his laughter but it still slipped out, Uche also had a lopsided grin. Each of us had that one thing we were very good at and mine was singing, Junior couldn't sing even if it was to save his life but he was a badass Software Developer. He was envious of my talent -the one that always drew the ladies to me- and never failed to tease me whenever he got the chance.

"You don't have sense," was my vapid response.

My butt met the soft couch and I groaned in contentment, gesturing for the server to take the order of my latest attraction, all charges on me.

Step two - buy her a drink.

Peering from thick eyelashes, I caught her openly admiring me. Her fingers were curled around a straw, stirring the glass of clear, colourless liquid the bartender placed in front of her. She bit down on her lower lip seductively, one leg going over the other. Her eyes held promises and I couldn't wait for her to fulfil them.

"I think we will get going," Uche downed the rest of his drink and placed the flute on the table with a loud bang.

"Yes." Tomiwa was speaking now, "we should do this more often, I miss those good old days."

Both of them rose to their feet, they knew without asking, that Junior and I would be spending the remaining hours of our Friday evening here or maybe with our faces buried in some random woman's bosom.

"Bills on me," Uche rolled his eyes at me but dutifully placed the wallet back into his pocket.

"Congratulations." Junior and I chorused, watching with some sense of pride as both of them sauntered out of the lounge and perhaps into the arms of the women they loved, a point we were yet to attain and probably wouldn't.

"Do you think we will ever find love?" Junior's voice broke my reverie, for a moment he looked vulnerable and I was taken back to a time in our senior secondary school days when we still wore braces and our hearts on our sleeves.

"Never say never."

Redirecting my attention to the beauty seated a few feet from me, I licked my lips dry, liking how her eyes followed my every move. There was nothing more blissful than ending a workweek with mind-blowing sex after a night out with your boys.

Junior was no longer beside me, possibly off to get his own dose of stress reliever. Shoving numerous Naira notes -enough to cover our drinks- into the approaching server's hand, I made my way out of the room, not stopping until I was in front of the men's restroom, one of the places for my many rendezvous.

Step three - wait.

The stalls were empty so I didn't have to bribe anyone, waiting didn't take long because the door opened and the lady in red sashayed in.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought this was the ladies restroom." Her voice rang loud, the irritating sound scratching my ears. One glance at her hips was enough to forget about her voice, it was perfect.

We stared at each other, silently seeking permission for what would happen in a few minutes. My lip parted in a drool-worthy smile, the only invitation she needed.

Then, her hands reached behind her, securing the lock on the door. With poise, she shortened the distance between us; one finger trailed down my chest, coming to rest on the buckle of my trousers. When I didn't recoil or offer a protest, it encouraged her to place both hands on my chest, rubbing my nipples through the material of the shirt.

The next few seconds saw her unbuckling my belt to massage the bulge in my boxers while my fingers worked the hem of her gown till the lower part of her body was bare for all to see.

There was no need for foreplay, her fingers furiously working the wrap of the condom she retrieved from her clutch confirmed it. She slipped it on with ease, fingers lingering on my massive length.

Shoving her into the door of one of the stalls, I pinned her hands above her head with one of her legs wrapped around my waist. I slammed my penis into her warm enclosure, thrusting time after time into her wetness. Ignoring her moans of pleasure, I continued until we both had our release and her body trembled in my arms.

She stood unmoving even after my withdrawal, watching from false lashes as I flushed the condom; I was not taking any chances.

When the man staring back at me from the mirror looked presentable enough, I grabbed the tissue on the sink, gently wiping her inner thighs and still dripping pussy. Pulling the edge of her gown down, I placed her clutch in her hands, enjoying the dazed look on her face after a taste of the King's dick.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening," and with a kiss to her cheek, I departed the restroom, making sure to dump the complementary card she slipped into my hands in the trashcan.

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This wasn't my original first chapter but I like this one more because it shows the fun sides of King better than the first draft did. I also think that most writers end up not going with their first draft.

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