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Disclaimer: I don't know Chris Brown, Rihanna or their associates. I don't claim the places, designer brands, songs, movies or anything else mentioned. They all belong to their respective owners. I don't make money from this story. This is fic |
This is a Chris Brown short to tide readers over until I’m able to present you all with the real stories! I’ve been requested to write shorts, so I’m going to start writing them. Don’t expect much from this. Consider this an interlude if you will.
WARNING: Bastard-Chris Brown, round 2!
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Summary: Chris enjoys a night out with his friends, away from Rihanna.
Interlude I
Chris Brown merrily stuffed a few dollar bills inside the caramel-skinned Latina’s G-string. He sucked his joint, hands-free, gulping the essence of the dried plant in his lungs. He used both of his hands to fondle the silicone breasts of the topless dancer winding her hips in front of him.
“You can do whatever you like, papí.” The stripper leaned forward to coo in Chris’ ear in her native accent.
Chris felt the dancer lick his ear and blow softly inside. It didn’t do anything to make him hard. He snorted and took a few more puffs of his joint before releasing her mounds to reach around her waist and sink his fingers in the plump cheeks of her tattooed ass. “I already know tha’,” he arrogantly stated.
Together Chris, along with his childhood best friend Mijo and Young Money Records rapper Tyga was at a local LA strip club enjoying a boy’s night out away from their respective women.
One of Chris’ few industry best friends, Tyga dully stared at the slim-figured blonde, blue-eyed dancer with disinterest. He sat cradling his chin his in palm bored and watched while she tried to mimic Chris’ Latina dancer’s hip-thrusting moves and snorted when she wretchedly failed.
Taking a sip of Courvoisier straight from the bottle, the rapper rudely hollered over the loud music in the club at his dancer. “You wastin’ your time tryin’ to dance and shit! You ain’t gettin’ paid! You might as well take your ass back downstairs! My girl can clap her ass better than you!” Tyga was drunk and he didn’t care if his words affected the self-esteem of the stripper in front of him. “My girl be on that freak-shit! Your hillbilly ass is lame as fuck!”
“Fuck you!” The blonde extended her middle finger at him. “Your scrawny ass couldn’t handle it anyway!”
Laughing cruelly at the woman Tyga told her, “Man take your pancake-ass on somewhere. Don’t nobody wanna see your skeleton ass tryin’ to dance with your bones rattlin’ and shit.”
Chris, Mijo, and both of their dancers, who were listening to the conversation, heard Tyga’s insults all laughed as the woman frowned at the rapper and left the VIP area to go back downstairs on the floor mortified.
Smacking the ass of the chocolate-skinned, black dancer who was bent over in front of him hard, Mijo smoked his blunt, turned to Tyga and asked, “Oh really? What kinda freaky shit do Chyna do?”
Stuffing more money in between the Latina’s thighs, Chris looked at Tyga with his interest piqued and agreed with his best friend. “Yeah nigga! Don’t be holdin’ out on us! Chyna look like a freak!”
Smoking a marijuana-filled Black & Mild, Tyga sucked his teeth at the men and flatly told them, “None of y’all damned business! Y’all don’t need to worry about what me and Chyna do!”
“Man, nigga c’mon!” Mijo pulled the thong off his dancer and smacked her ass again, “Uh,” when she was fully naked. “You the one who brought the shit up! You might as well tell us, nigga.”
“Man fuck y’all!” Tyga took turns from sipping his cognac and smoking to dismiss his friends. “Y’all nosy asses need to go somewhere with that shit!”
Sucking his teeth Chris told him, “Nigga if you tell us bout Chyna, then I’mma tell y’all bout Robyn. My girl is a straight freak!”
Tyga and Mijo both shared a look of pure interest as they wondered if the stories they heard about Rihanna were true and Tyga agreed to share his freaky tale of him and his girlfriend.
“A’ight nigga, damn. I’mma tell y’all.” Tyga assured the men
Chris faced his dancer and foully told her, “Look bitch you gotta go. Grown men are talkin’ now”
Removing herself from his lap, the Latina flipped her long, dark hair over her shoulder and retorted, “Nigga kiss my ass! Yo’ lil’ pencil dick couldn’t get up, anyway!”
Laughing Chris said, “Tha’s because you can’t dance! Ho you jus’ mad I ain’t tryin’ to fuck you wit’ dis pencil dick! Yo’ weak ass can’t pop pussy no way!”
Taking his finger out of his stripper’s pussy as she rode it on his lap, Mijo wiped his finger on his shirt and said to her in a calm voice, “Sorry but show’s over. You gotta go.”
“Baby I ain’t trippin’.” The dancer replied. She stood and grabbed the loose bills and her thong to go downstairs with the fuming Latina following behind.
Once they were out of earshot, Tyga faced his friends and started the conversation. “A’ight. So there was this one time Chyna surprised me when I got home from the studio. I go upstairs and Chyna layin’ in the bed butt-ass-naked with another bitch.”
“Oh say word?” Mijo lifted his eyebrow in curiosity.
“How the ho look?” Chris wondered as he put out his joint in the ashtray.
Smiling impishly Tyga told them, “Man that bitch was right! She look like she was mixed ‘cause her hair was black and curly and shit. And she was a redbone, thick bitch!”
“My ni-i-ig-a-a-a…!” Chris pounded his fist with Tyga’s and together all three men laughed. “Tha’s wha’s up!”
Interrupting their bonding Mijo asked, “So wha’ happened?”
Taking another swig of his Courvoisier Tyga answered, “Man my girl and that ho started bumpin’ koochies and shit. What they call that shit?” Tyga snapped his fingers while he tried to remember the slang word used for the act. “Scissorin'. Yeah that’s what they call that shit. They grindin’ they wet pussies together, stainin’ up my bed and shit. Chyna was on the bottom and that mixed bitch was on top workin’ my girl’s pussy like she had a dick or somethin! Nigga I had to pull out my phone and video record that shit!
“Man that ho had Chyna’s leg in the air just twerkin’ that pussy on my girl! That shit was lookin’ pretty, too!”
Chris tossed his head back and cackled while Mijo, who sat on the far right of the pair, nodded in approval. “Yeah tha’s wha’s up, nigga.” He inhaled his joint and continued to nod as he pictured Tyga’s girlfriend and the other woman engaging in lesbian sex.
Continuing on Tyga finished the rest of his story. “Man that bitch started suckin’ and playin’ with Chyna’s titties and Chyna was just screamin’ her ass off! A nigga can’t lie man; I was startin’ to get a little jealous. My girl was lookin’ like she was enjoyin’ that shit a little too much, y’know what I’m sayin’?” The rapper didn’t expect a response. “I mean, Chyna ain’t no dyke, she just like to mess with other bitches from time-to-time.
“Then that ho started eatin’ my girl’s pussy an’ while she was doin’ that, I made Chyna suck my dick. After that I fucked both they asses that night! Man that shit was good as fuck, dog!”
“Mo’ pussy, mo’ pussy, mo’ pussy!” Mijo and Chris chanted before they burst out laughing. Tyga joined in and smoked his joint until it was a tiny bud. He put it out in Chris’ ashtray and faced the singer.
“Nigga don’t be tryin’ to back out of this. You betta tell us what you and Rihanna be doin’.”
Drinking Grey Goose out of the bottle, Chris leaned back on the circular sofa they all sat on and adjusted his pants to conceal his hardness. He smiled when a memory of him and Rihanna came to mind. He chuckled a little as he imagined him approaching his girlfriend with a proposition to invite another woman in their bedroom. He already knew Rihanna would beat the girl’s ass and fuck up a few of his things for even suggesting it. Rihanna was possessive when it came to Chris and her clinginess only made his ego expand. He knew Rihanna would kill him before she shared “my dick”—as she called it—with someone else. That was her main motivation to keep things spicy in the bedroom, and the gesture was appreciated on Chris’ end.
“Robyn like fo’ me to take pictures of her pussy.” Chris spoke. He ignored the confused “whats” and “huhs” from his friends and kept going. “I rememba one time she was readin’ a book on our bed wit’ jus’ a t-shirt on. I came in the room wit’ a sandwich so I can eat an’ watch TV. Man soon as she saw me she tooted her ass up doggy-style an’ shit so I can see her pretty pussy.
“I star’ laughin’ an’ asked her why she got her ass in the air. She do the shit all the time. She gon’ tell me to mind my own business.” The grin that was splayed on Chris’ face stretched more at the memory. “So I jus’ grabbed my phone, spread dem lips an’ star’ takin’ pictures. Next thing I know Robyn got real wet! She was ready to fuck so I fucked the shit outta her.”
“Pffft!” Tyga blew his breath in annoyance which caused Mijo to laugh wildly. “Man fuck that lame shit! Get to the real freak shit!”
Rolling his eyes, Chris placed his bottle on the table and continued. “A’ight. One time I had her tied to the bed, blindfolded an’ bent over wit’ her ass up, face down.”
“Tha’s the only way, my nigga.” Mijo chimed in.
“We jus’ got through arguin’ bout somethin’; I can’t even rememba. It was probably bout me fuckin’ anotha bitch. But anyway, tha’ ain’t important. I was so got-damned pissed off tha’ I ripped her clothes off, tied her ass to the bed, put a scarf around her face, pulled out my belt an’ told her I was gonna whoop her ass fo’ fuckin’ wit’ me.”
Mijo cackled screamingly and Tyga’s eyes bulged from their sockets. “Nigga are you stupid? You said tha’ shit to Rihanna for real? Even after that shit y’all went through?”
Expecting the response from the rapper, Chris simply nodded and spoke again. “Man…” the singer shook his head, “y’all jus’ don’t know… But anyway, I had Robyn ass-naked an’ I jus’ star’ whippin’ tha’ ass wit’ my belt. I star’ cussin’ her out, tellin’ her she gon’ get it worse if she kept doin’ shit to piss me off. An’ she star’ screamin’, ‘Daddy more, I won ya ta give it to me more! I been a bod gyal! Harder Chris!’ ” Chris mimicked Rihanna’s Caribbean accent which made the men laugh.
“So I jus’ kept spankin’ tha’ ass till it star’ turnin’ red an’ shit. Then I grabbed her hair an’ pulled, callin’ her all kinds of bitches an’ shit.”
“Damn my nigga,” Tyga voiced in astonishment. He fought the urge to rub his hard dick through his jeans. From her reputation he knew Rihanna was a freak, but he didn’t know she was really into that kind of thing. He would never tell Chris, but listening to the man’s story turned him on. I wanna know if Chyna would be down for some shit like that.
“Then I got on top of tha’ ass fucked the shit outta her, man!” Chris felt his throat get parched and he reached for his bottle of Grey Goose again to drink. “Robyn wanted me to choke her an’ pull her hair, so I did. I rode tha’ pussy from the back wit’ my hand ‘round her neck an’ in her hair. She kept sayin’ she couldn’t breathe but she ain’t wan’ me to let go. Wha’ kinda shit is tha’?”
Mijo looked down at his sneakers and whistled low. “Damn man. Y’all two… damn!” Looking at Chris again he said, “Both of y’all asses is fucked up.”
“Nigga you ain’t neva lied.” Tyga agreed.
“When a nigga was bout to cum, she wanted me to nut on her back. So you know I gave her dem back-shots!”
All three men pounded fists and nodded while chuckling.
“Shi-i-it… when I got done waxin’ tha’ ass I untied her an’ shit, then she gon’ hug me talkin’ bout how my dick made her hurt an’ she ain’t go do nothin’ to piss me off no mo’.” Chris rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know why Robyn be sayin’ tha’ shit ‘cause I be believin’ she be tryin’ my patience on purpose jus’ to fuck wit’ a nigga. But she love it when a nigga handle tha’ ass right though! An’ only I can get up in tha’ ass how she like it! Tha’s why she ain’t goin’ nowhere.
“See, y’all be thankin’ Robyn all innocent an’ shit, but she like it when a nigga get rough. Tha’s my pussy man. Tha’ shit got my name all on it.”
“Can we have a toast?” Mijo raised his bottle of liquor in the air. “A toast to some good pussy!”
Snickering, Tyga and Chris also raised their bottles. “To some good pussy,” they all chanted together.
“Island pussy is the best pussy,” Chris added, which made his friends laugh even more.
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Please understand that I’m not a fan of Tyga’s and I’m not familiar with his personality. So I’m more than positive his characterization was off. But it was super-fun to write this Chris Brown short!
Irrelevant fact: I like “Calypso” better than “Don’t Wake Me Up”.
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