I wipe away the sleep from my eyes as I stare at the ceiling, What the Fuck, I thought to myself as I sat up looking over at the clock. "Fuck, it's three thirty in the morning." I say to Tuesday, my orange tabby sitting at the foot of the bed. The bass line kicked every couple of seconds. Boom da da Boom! This is why I hate apartments, I should of taken my sister up on one of her many trailers she has for rent. Bass still thumping. "Fuck it, I got a nine forty five meeting and I need to get some sleep." I tell Tuesday, his amber eyes staring back at me. I shift and plant my feet on the floor, grab my sweat shorts and my robe as I make my way into the living room. I turn on a single lamp by the couch, grab my cigarettes and my lighter. "Fuck I really don't feel like dealing with this shit." I say to no one, agitation rang in my voice. I pull out a Camel, flick my Bic and pull in a lung full of toxins. I rub my eyes once more before I head to the door and open it.
Boom da da Boom Da Boom!
The music grew slightly louder, techno or some rap shit. I could make out some of it but the rest was distorted by the bass. Don't get me wrong, I love music, all kinds of music but not at three forty in the morning. I puff on the cigarette again, letting it dangle from my lips as I walk the concrete path over to Neese's side of the duplex. It was a nice fall night, a light chill in the air and the concrete was cool to my naked feet. I thought bout what I was going to say to Neese, shes a nice girl, few years younger then myself, and pretty much kept to herself. I didn't want to be rude to her but fuck it was three forty on a Wednesday morning, some people have to work during the day. I stop, staring at the grayish brown door, a plastic skull hung off centered with Happy above and Halloween under. I clench my fist and lift it to knock, I pause and lower my hand.
Da BOOM DA Booom!
Knock...
Knock...
BAM!
"What the fuck? Who the fuck at my door?" Neese shouted over the bass.
I stood silent.
"Who is it?"
No reply.
"Mothafucka is gonna make me get up!" I herd Neese say.
Seconds later Neese opens the door, the smell of pot and alcohol lingered in the air and I could hear another female out in the background. Neese stares at me through impaired eyes, swaying either from the pot and alcohol or the music which was still at volume one hundred. "Neese, mind turning the music down?" I asked.
"Hold on Hank, I can't hear a word you just said. Let me turn the music down." She said loudly as she turns to quiet the blaring music. Neese left the door and walked over to the stereo, I watch while her thick hips sway as she walks. Neese is no beauty queen, she has a plump sexy face though and she is a shapely woman - just more shapes then most men would want. If I had to guess I'd say bout a hundred and sixty to a hundred and seventy pounds, but damn she had a nice thick ass and some huge tits. That is one thing I always loved bout black chicks, is their sensual asses. Neese got to the stereo and bent to silence it, bending at the waist and presenting me with her plump luscious ass.
Standing and turning to face me Neese asked, "Whatcha need Hank?" while she straightened her sun dress.
"Hey Neese. Umm, it's late and I got a meeting early, think we can keep the music to a dull roar?" I say agitated.
"Oh," She smiles a cute girlish smile, "Sorry bout that but one of my girlfriends just got her divorce finalized today and we are celebrating."
"Cool, very happy for her but like I said I got a really early meeting in the morning and I need to get some..."
"Who's this honky?" Neese's friend says stumbling to the door, rudely interrupting me.
"This is Hank." Neese answers, as she helps support her friend.
"What da fuck he want?"
"To turn the music down some, Amber." Neese replies.
"Shit, fuck that white mothafucker..." Amber slurs as she stumbles and falls flat on her ass.
"Stupid bitch, look at you on your ass in my damn living room." Neese says laughing at her drunk friend. Leaning down Neese offers her hand to Amber, after a few swings Amber finally lands her hand into Neese's. Neese tugs and pulls on Amber's drunken body trying her best to get her friend off of the floor.
"You need a hand Neese?" I ask with sleep deprived eyes and an amused grin.
"I wonder if dat white boy got a big dick..." Amber trailed off slumping over on to the floor.
"I'm so sorry, Amber can have a big mouth at times... Guess that's why she's divorced now." Neese rambled.
"It's Ok. Really, I don't mind." I tell her while I stare at her delicious breasts.
"Then sure, I'd love some help gettin her fat ass off the floor." She says laughing as she stumbles slightly as well, bracing herself on the door jamb.