Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 13

Phoebe genuinely laughed at his reaction looking over her shoulder while my hands were palming her ass. Both girls exchanged glances followed by Phoebe going over and mounting Bentley in the same manner except that his hands floated in the air afraid to touch her butt.

I found Charity in my face stealing a kiss full of tongue before her tight compact apple found a seat on my bulging erection. Both girls stared at one another. I desperately wanted to see what she was hiding under the ankle length duster covering her body as she low key rolled her butt on my crotch.

I realized Phoebe was whispering in Bentley's ear when his hands timidly landed on her considerably bigger derriere. Charity found this funny as well with an arm around my neck turning her attention to the open bar. She got out some glasses and a bottle of champagne handing two glasses to Bentley after mine filling them.

"Can you two put your guns away and just have a fucking good time?" Charity asked as she filled the two glasses I was holding taking one. All of us toasted taking a sip from the champagne glasses.

"Ah yes ma'am; I'm sorry about the drama on your birthday." That was news to me as I glanced at Charity's pretty face, eyebrow raised.

"Birthday?"

"Yeah, I told you it's my coming out party. That old Charity Gilbert you were hanging out with, just went into the wood chipper. I'm gonna have as much fun as possible this week before I get myself back into the game. Man, its time you REALLY got to see me at my absolute BEST!!"

"I haven't seen that already?" Charity eyed Phoebe with a half smirk.

Both leaned over meeting each other halfway pressing lips for the briefest of seconds. Then drew backwards laughing finishing their champagne while Bentley and myself were left speechless. The girls switched places making out with both of us for a few seconds before Phoebe interrupted.

"ARE YOU OKAY?!!"

"Yeah ah, just uhm, you surprised me is all." Phoebe shifted in Bentley's lap with the flat of her palm pressed against his sternum. This guy honestly looked three sheets to the wind, anxious or horrified even.

"But your heart is beating like crazy!! Are you sure?!! I mean, are you on medication, or something?" Bentley laughed nervously reminding me of Andre in that instant.

"Hey, I'm good, it's just that uh, I never partied, like this before." His explanation was suspect and awkward. "Save Our Love" by London Jones filtered through the back seating as Charity got snarky.

"Would you guys be more comfortable, kissing?"

My hand loudly slapped her bubble butt audible enough for everyone to hear it.

Charity dropped her empty champagne glass on the floor leaning in making out with me as I caressed and rubbed the spot I slapped on her derriere. I cradled her in my lap going with it forgetting everything else. We figured that Phoebe would resume making out with Bentley, but she took his glass filling it with some club soda.

She shifted over sitting beside him concerned as Bentley took a few sips. I was reminded of the nurturing aspect that informed a good part of her personality. The silver mesh halter covering her large boobs caught the low light in the back of our ride. Charity dipped in obscuring my view with a impish smile. She hugged me tight sticking the tip of her tongue into an available ear making me squirm.

"Is Charity Gilbert gonna have to choke a nigga?" She mused into said ear.

"Excuse you Miss Thang?" My fingers were already pinching into her butt getting her to react normally reaching back slapping my hand.

"I was talking about this." Her hand landed on my crotch as I found myself in Bentley's shoes embarrassed.

"Damn girl."

"Want me to wring you out right here in front of our friends; maybe it'll get that wild hair out of your ass, babe." She gave my endowment a hearty squeeze looking over at Phoebe and Bentley with a wink.

"DON'T CHARITY; I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO A CLUB?!!" Phoebe was legitimately panicked drawing Bentley's attention.

"Wait, she's serious?" Bentley looked alarmed.

"You wanna find out? I've never done two at the same time." Charity challenged looking game.

"COME ON CHARITY; I WANT TO HAVE SOME FUN TONIGHT BESIDES WELL, YOU KNOW?!!" Phoebe scoffed.

"Relax, I think we're just about there."

Our luxury ride was slowing down as I noticed the narrow streets of downtown. During rush hour it was a nightmare driving through these streets and night wasn't much better. Charity slid out of my lap going for her purse touching up her makeup while Phoebe adjusted her top which was futile considering her enhanced boobs.

There really wasn't much I could do with a visible tent but shift things around making myself as presentable as possible. Phoebe was helping Bentley out adjusting and tightening his neck tie as he got out a comb running it through his hair as the limo came to a stop. The driver let us out onto the sidewalk getting a cash tip from Phoebe.

"So Charity; uh where are we?"

All four of us were standing at the entrance to this really long alley that darkened considerably in the distance.

"Trust me."

Charity took the lead walking into the alley as we all exchanged glances before following her. We were in the heart of downtown so I wasn't surprised to find that this was the cleanest alley I'd ever seen in my life. The adjacent unfinished red brick walls and one empty prop police car off to the side spoke to the income bracket of this area. Besides assorted businesses big and small, there were notably loft apartments for numerous trust fund babies and retirees.

"Where are we?"

Phoebe asked again deeper into the alley holding Bentley's hand more out of encouragement than pairing off. Charity abruptly stopped half turning in our direction with a million dollar smile.

"Guys, this is my real world; one of my old haunts before shit went sideways. I'm gonna trust all of you to be on your best behavior and not embarrass me."

All three of us did this doubletake looking at one another as Charity unbuttoned the lightweight black duster letting it slide from her shoulders to the ground right in front of us.

"Damn Charity."

Ms. Gilbert stood there in that alley wearing this smoldering halter mini dress. It was composed of chainmail with rhinestones inset. She was ready for a night on the town as the hemline of her cocktail dress proved. It stopped just below her snatch leaving all of her long shapely legs on display. The burgundy color of this dress caught the minimal light sparkling matching the bedazzled spiked heels on her feet.

It was a Cinderella moment that her long suffering father would have definitely not approved of in the least. I gathered that was the idea after she'd been made to kowtow to the woman sleeping with her dad, a peer in age and superior anointed by her inattentive toxic mother.

"Come on guys, lets party."

Without a word or the suspected gloating, Charity Gilbert turned back down the alley walking briskly giving us a view of the backless nature of that halter cocktail dress. It dipped low enough to give anyone looking a cheeky bit of rear cleavage.

"Hey, don't leave us!" Phoebe ran after Charity leaving Bentley alone with me for a few seconds. It was the first time I didn't feel anger as I stared at the flustered expression on his face.

In that moment, I realized uh, what his deal was.

"Come on dude; if we don't get in with them, we ain't getting in at all." We caught up to the women at the end of the overly long alley finding that it was a dead end of sorts.

Another building, a skyscraper closed off the alley leaving both of us facing this ominous back door with a long snaking line of people waiting to get inside. Right above the reinforced steel door was a simple hung black sign that read "CONTROVERSY" and a P.A, system was lightly playing that title song from Prince as we joined our dates.

Two huge monstrosities of muscular development were gatekeeping the door. One of the bouncer security guys wore a Bluetooth and was equipped with a clipboard. Charity took my hand then exchanged glances with Phoebe who did the same with Bentley.

"Don't say a word or you two are gonna be out here waiting until two in the morning for our ride back." Charity warned snuggling into my side. I had nothing to say one way or the other; it was heady doing something new for a change.

Paired off, we approached the door attracting much attention and a few catcalls from some of the people already in line. This quickly became more overtly hostile as Charity walked right by them up to this hulking gatekeeper like it was no big deal. I was wholly intimidated as the guy glanced down at us; eyes hidden behind some wrap around shades.

"OH HEY CHARITY GIRL!! BOUT TIME YOU CAME DOWN HERE AGAIN!! WHAT WAS IT, FUCKING GROUNDHOG DAY OR SOMETHING BITCH?!!" My mouth dropped at the feminine falsetto voice of this hulk in blackface. This motherfucker sounded like Janet Hubert.

"I'll tell you later slut; I'm getting cold out here." Charity rolled right through the conversation giving my hand a squeeze.

"GIRL YOU DRESSED LIKE YOU WANNA GET PREGNANT, CALL ME UP FOR BRUNCH, THOT!!" He unhooked the rope allowing us inside. Charity made sure to grab Phoebe's hand taking her and Bentley along for the ride.

Of course this caused a bit of commotion and grumbling along with assorted jeers, some of the racial variety. I honestly felt bad cutting the line, but Charity had the stroke to get inside a place I never knew existed. The animosity was enough the attending security guard was forced to address it directly.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP OR FIFTY PEOPLE GONE!!" His voice was practiced baritone, but effective as the noise dissipated. Some of the other big jacked up guys were walking along the outside of the line using their mag lights to illuminate various disgruntled aspiring patrons.

Neither Bentley nor I were prepared for what lie beyond that reinforced steel door as Charity Gilbert led all of us including Phoebe down the proverbial rabbit hole.

The "club" was actually two floors of thumping music and wall to wall people, the kind of people I wouldn't be seeing unless I was serving them drinks on a tray. Charity was absolutely magnetic taking her fair share of eyes along with Phoebe not so equally impressive in her silver mesh halter and glossy PVC pants made for a venue like this. You could actually see your reflection in those pants literally painted onto what she liked to refer to as her hulk legs.

I wondered if I should've put on a neon jacket or something to fit in while Bentley looked expectedly horrified.

"The pit?" A sign read on the unfinished brick wall as we walked down this scaffold like stairs.

I leaned over glancing downward indeed finding a proverbial pit of undulating people dancing to hard sense shattering electronica. Charity's grip started to get a bit lighter and I redoubled it thinking she would be spirited away by the myriad better options stalking about the place.

The stairwell leading down was packed with foot traffic going both ways, but Charity lingered until I bumped her. She reached up cupping my cheek placating me and alleviating a bit of essentialist anxiety. She looked into my eyes as people squeezed by grumbling, but it was Charity's world, so nothing else mattered.

"Here."

I did a doubletake before Charity led me to this sort of balcony alcove overlooking the thumping dance floor. It was little more than an oblong black leather couch along the unfinished brick walls that made this sort of L shape with these rectangular tables attached to the railing.

Two saucers with lit candles provided a bit of illumination as we squeezed in side by side with Bentley on the end. I could only guess how this guy barely out of his teens was feeling while I was nearly overwhelmed by the ambiance. To me, it was akin to being on Mount. Olympus. A server miraculously appeared and we allowed the women to order drinks for us because we were obvious noobs.

"How do you like it?" Charity asked snuggled up into my side which made her cleavage bulge looking like it was ready to burst free of the skimpy dress.

"They're wonderful." I got a light slap to the back of the head followed by a kiss full of tongue before I could react.

"Oh yeah, uhm, cool place, yeah." Charity had this million dollar smile on her face.

Tonight after all she'd been through, the young woman looked truly energized.

Some sort of fruity tasting drink in these cylindrical glasses were placed in front of us. Each was topped with a plastic skewer consisting of a square pineapple slice, a green grape, and a cherry.

Phoebe had a fancy looking mimosa type drink while Bentley had been embarrassing ordered, a Sprite. His infantilization was abated as the server slid a tray of piping hot finger food onto the table in front of us. Charity was sitting with her knees drawn up onto the cushion fully catering to me, even hand feeding me a tiny eggroll.

"Uh, I got it Ms. Gilbert." It felt a bit awkward while Phoebe was engaged in conversation with Bentley. I figured we'd paired off after all.

"I can't believe a guy who gets as much pussy as you, is so fucking uptight."

"I have to work at it."

"So, tell me about the girl you were fucking when I was calling you all day?" Charity dabbed the remaining half of the eggroll into a little square saucer of soy sauce feeding it to me.

"Unfortunately, I can't do that Charity."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

She nudged my drink forward with a finger until I picked it up for a sip but offered it to her at the last moment. The rich chocolate beauty humored me with a sip, then wrapped her arms around my neck passing the liquid to me through a kiss. Charity even slurped on my bottom lip before slinking down next to me. I was hard as diamond with a bulge heralding her sexual prowess. I nervously glanced over finding Phoebe and Bentley staring wide eyed.

Correction, Phoebe was staring at the bulge in my black slacks. I flushed behind my own medium dark skin looking away emptying my glass as Charity watched perched on the seat like some lazing panther.

"Another married woman, huh?"

"Eh, what; uhm, excuse me?" My brow raised at Charity's correct assumption.

"The new girl currently blowing up your page; oh come on now, you don't think I didn't take a look when you dropped off the face of the planet. She's got one hell of a moneymaker at the bottom of that tiny waist, but I'm guessing M.I.L.F due to the obvious age lines in certain inconvenient places."

"She doesn't have any kids." I retorted without thinking, instantly facepalming as Charity burst into laughter.

"Hey man, Drake called and he wants his gimmick back."

"Fuck." Charity was razor sharp and bristling with pure energy tonight. I could feel her radiating all over and it was a bit overwhelming because I was used to her covert self-loathing.

"Hey, don't worry about it because you've leveled up since we met; you're approaching rarified waters babe, but I don't know if you'll be able to cross that line when the time comes."

Charity removed the plastic skewer from my drink and curiously removed the Maraschino cherry from it setting it down on a napkin. She carefully stuck the fruit in my mouth allowing me to slurp it off and swallow before repeating the action with her own drink. I found myself staring at the two cherries on the napkin puzzled before glancing over at Charity who was kneeling on the lounge seating beside me. Her impressive bust was level with my face as she explained.

"Those obviously, aren't for you babe."

Proving her spirit animal was in all actuality a panther, Charity Gilbert crawled across my lap "accidentally" touching my bulge as her outstanding upper half ended up level with Phoebe's face. She leaned across our friend and partner in crime giving Bentley a scintillating tongue kiss that lingered. When she pulled back, the stem was hanging from his lips. One maraschino cherry was missing from the napkin.

I found myself looking directly at her tight round donk noticing a string of pearls between those mouthwatering cheeks. I ain't gonna lie; I had to catch myself from burying my face in her butt. Across from us in a similar alcove I caught some white guy burning a hole in Charity's ass with his beady eyes while his female companion sat there watching, chin resting on fist.

"CHARITY, THAT GUY OVER THERE IS LOOKING AT YOUR BOOTY!!" Phoebe warned sounding like a teenager.

"But he ain't fucking it all night later, right hon?"

Bentley coughed making me laugh along with Charity as she slinked back down beside me. Both of us glanced over at the pervy guy making him instantly uncomfortable. I wasn't surprised when Charity tugged her halter aside allowing one of her large spongy breasts to make a cameo appearance. The nipple was covered with a flesh toned pastie.

Charity's admirer got even more excited prompting his female companion to pour her drink into his lap. The offended party got up walking by with a middle finger extended in our direction. Charity flashed both tits at the girl deftly reaching down between my legs squeezing my tumescence. She turned intimately towards me.

"Can you dance with me for a little while before we finally do it, later?"

"Yeah." Charity Gilbert had me at hello.

"SHIT MOTHERFUCKER!!" Both of us glanced over at Phoebe sitting beside me pouting, arms folded across her own enhanced boobs.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, if I knew Charity was gonna stunt all night, I would've come here naked!!"

She admitted jealously catching Bentley off guard as he was taking a sip from his second Sprite. The clear liquid spray from his mouth hit an NFL football player walking by with some bottom heavy blonde.

"WHAT THE FUCK!! THIS ASSHOLE SPIT ON US!! YOU NEEDS TO FUCK HIM UP!!" The tart's voice was raspy and forced urban in my opinion. Her features skewed visually towards Mila Jovovich albeit a little pockmarked in the cheeks.

"KRISTIE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Despite this big six five linebacker shutting his woman down verbally, he no-look reached down snatching Bentley up into the air level with his face.

This guy was that tall reaching over the adjacent railing grabbing this skinny guy who wasn't exactly a shrimp either. Phoebe shrieked looking at me expecting action.

"GOSH I'M SORRY SIR, AND MA'AM!! I'LL GLADLY PAY FOR YOUR CLEANING BILL AND BUY YOU TWO SOME DRINKS!! SIR, UH CONGRADULATIONS ON THAT EIGHT MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT EXTENSION, BUT WE BOTH KNOW YOU'RE WORTH DOUBLE THAT AMOUNT!! I WATCH YOUR HIGHLIGHTS ON SPORTS CENTER AND I'M SORRY FOR OFFENDING YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE, SIR!! I DON'T BELIEVE IN BLACK ON BLACK VIOLENCE SIR!! MA'AM!!"

Bentley landed hard on his butt next to Phoebe as the NFL player stared at him impassively for a few moments.

"It's cool, stay out of trouble kid." The annoyed couple continued on their way down into the dance floor as Phoebe wrapped her arms around Bentley who was happy to be alive.

"Come on, let's dance." Charity crawled across my lap putting her onion on display again.

I glanced over at the table finding her admirer faceplanted on their table. The guys newly returned girlfriend was the culprit with one hand on the back of his neck, a drink in the other. We exchanged glances for a second as Charity's knee accidentally landed on my junk. The girlfriend and some of their party had a nice laugh as my forehead nudged the table. Phoebe shifted over putting a hand on my back.

"Are you okay?"

"Would it be cliché if I said; it only hurts when I laugh?"

"No."

I realized Phoebe's hand was rubbing and massaging my package. Charity leaned in after clearing Bentley's lap inadvertently mooning the people walking downstairs to the dance floor. She grabbed the edge of the napkin with the remaining maraschino cherry placing it before Phoebe raising an eyebrow.