Thong on Fire by Noire

music was loud as hell. Wakim took me inside and up to the second floor. He offered me some X, but I said no and smoked a blunt with his man instead.
    The house was full of wall-to-wall niggas, and everybody was getting they heads buzzed. I drank and danced with Wakim, and even though I was a lot taller than him, I let him rub up on my ass as we leaned wit it and popped wit it too.
    Wakim was really trying to put it on me when I felt my cellie vibrating on my waist and unclipped it. The caller ID said PRIVATE , but the music was so loud I couldn’t hear a damn thing.
    “Hold on!” I screamed into the phone. “I’m going outside! Don’t hang up!”
    I left Wakim dancing by himself and started toward the balcony. The door leading out there was packed with bodies so I ran down the stairs yelling, “Hello! Hello! Hello!” into my cell phone the whole time.
    With my finger stuck in one ear and the phone pressed to the other, I walked out the house as about five niggas was walking in. I bumped dead into one of them and his body was so damn hard I yelled, “Ouch!” He stared down at me looking all mental, and I gave him the same look and then rolled my eyes as I walked off the porch and down to the curb.
    “Hello?” I said into my phone. “Who this? Don’t be playing no damn games on my phone. Who this?”
    I heard static but I could see that the call was still connected, so I walked down a few cars and was just about to yell into the phone again when I heard the screams.
    Niggas was wildin’ on the balcony and chicks were screaming like crazy. I looked up and saw a couple of homeys climbing over the banister. About five of them jumped down and hit the grass running fast, and I knew what time it was.
    That hard nigga I had just bumped into was now out on the balcony waving a gat, demanding dollars and jewelry, and threatening to pop the next fool who jumped over the railing. My heart damn near stopped. I dropped down and duck-walked my ass around the car I was leaning on. I stayed crouched down, breathing hard, until common sense told me to waddle my ass toward the next furthest car, and then the next one, and then the next one, until I was safely down the block.
    When I finally stood up my knees were aching, my leg muscles were burning and my heart was trying to come through my chest. I had to pee again, but I ignored that shit and started walking real fast. For what felt like miles. I passed a whole lot of houses that were shut down for the night. A few dogs barked, but otherwise the streets were quiet and the only sound I heard was my four-inch heels clacking on the concrete pavement.
    I had just crossed a street when I saw the brake lights of a truck glowing from a driveway. I ran past three houses and flagged the driver down just as he was backing into the street. He rolled down his window and I flashed him a sad smile.
    “Hey, mister. I need a favor. My girlfriend just dumped me to hang out with some guy she met, and now I don’t have a ride home. Can you take me into Manhattan?”
    He had looked at my legs and hips, then up into my face.
    “Ain’t you kinda young to be out by yourself this late, mami?”
    I smiled. “Yeah. That’s why I gotta get home. My daddy’s gonna kick my ass if I miss my curfew.”
    He smiled back at me. “I understand. I got a daughter about your age myself. Get in. I’ll give you a ride.”
    “Saucy!” Tai closed her mouth, then opened it again as she listened to my story. “You sucked the truck driver’s dick? You told me the guy just offered you a ride!”
    “Well, yeah, he told me to get in, but as soon as I did he tried to play me.”
    And it wasn’t the dick-sucking part that had made me mad, neither. It was the fact that I didn’t get all that was due to me out of it.
    “Gas costs money,” he’d said, putting his truck in park and opening his pants before I could even get my seat belt on.
    I stared at him. He looked fatherly. Probably even older than Uncle Swag.