Choose Your Own Adventure (part 2)
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Jamal weighed his options for Saturday. He remembered his Blackness and quickly nixed the idea of bungee jumping. Although it was an adrenaline rush, the thought of putting his life in danger didn’t really appeal to him. And while he did want to see “train girl” again, Jamal decided that a party wasn’t the right setting to get to know her. That left Lorenzo’s offer to hang out. Jamal decided that he would hit the town with his cousin.
As Saturday approached, Jamal felt good about his decision. He called Lorenzo and made plans to meet at O Malley’s, a local bar frequented by the upwardly mobile African – American set. In typical Jamal fashion, he created an itinerary for the evening:
1. 9:00 -10:00 PM: Drinks at O’ Malleys.
2. 10:00 -10:30 PM – Travel Time.
3. 10:30 – 12:30 PM – Watch Exotic Dancers at “Klassy Kats”
4. 12:30AM – Head Home
It wasn’t exactly “cutting loose,” but Jamal was happy with his agenda. But you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men.
Jamal picked out a pair of chocolate slacks and a cream colored long sleeved shirt as his attire for the evening. After carefully pressing his outfit and getting dressed, he sauntered to his 2005 Lincoln Navigator and made the 15 minute drive to his favorite watering hole. Arriving early, Jamal took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a Remy Martin XO. He deliberately sipped his drink as he waited for his cousin to arrive. Jamal quietly took in his surroundings, taking special notice of the young Black professionals in suits as they conversed with the meticulously coifed and manicured ladies. Easy going Jazz music tickled his eardrums as Burberry and Curve fragrances massaged his nostrils. The atmosphere was aesthetically pleasing to the conservative Jamal, who felt at ease in this environment. At: 9:13, Lorenzo swaggered into the bar, creating a stark contrast in his jeans and throwback USC O.J. Simpson jersey.
“What up cuz!” Lorenzo bellowed, extending his right arm for a handshake, and pulling Jamal in for a man hug. He pounded Jamal’s back and then sat down in the adjacent empty seat. He barked out a drink order to the bartender and scanned the crowd.
“There’s some fine hoes up in here, J. And they look like they got money!”
“How you been, Lorenzo?”
The cousins made small talk as Jamal took in his 3rd Remy and Lorenzo took Petron shot after Petron shot. The itinerary went out the window and the next thing they knew, it was 10:30. Jamal was ready to go to Klassy Kats, but Lorenzo had other ideas.
“We ain’t going to that lame spot. I wanna see some strippers, not dancers. Them hoes don’t even let you touch. I know this spot on the Westside that’s perfect. You down?”
Jamal thought about it. His intentions were to have fun, and Lorenzo certainly was the go to guy for that. He was a little nervous about going to the Westside, as it had a rougher element than he was used to. Perhaps it was the Remy talking, but Jamal decided to let Lorenzo run the show.
“Yeah, I’m down. Lets do the damn thing.”
They paid the tab, and left O Malley’s in Jamal’s Navigator. Lorenzo left his rental in the parking lot. They hopped on the highway listening to a bootleg T.I. cd. Bopping his head, Lorenzo pulled out a pack of Newports and a lighter from his front pocket. Concealed within the box was a tightly packed joint. He lit up the reefer, took a couple of pulls and then motioned for Jamal to take a hit. Jamal hesitated, and after initially protesting, decided to try marijuana for the first time. After all, this was his night to let it all hang out.
Jamal put the zig zag to his lips and sucked in the smoke. This wasn’t too bad. He didn’t even feel anything. Lorenzo reclined the leather seats and watched his cousin as he smoked and drove.
“Yo, I’m a get you f*cked up tonight. This is gonna be a night you will never forget.”
As they arrived at their destination, Jamal began to feel the effects of the joint. It was a sensation that he had never experienced before. Every nerve ending in his body was tingling. He glanced at the neon flashing lights that read “Girls, Girls, Girls,” and was in awe at the indigo trails of light that assaulted his retinas. Lorenzo paid the $5 cover for both of them and they found a seat at a table next to a speaker. Pulsating drum beats throbbed in Jamal’s head and he found himself gawking at the naked and half naked strippers of all varieties. He felt like a kid in the candy store as he tried to decide whether to get a dance from the tall girl, the short girl, the thick girl, the skinny girl, the dark skinned girl, or the light skinned girl. Sensing his dilemma, Lorenzo, a strip club expert, took the lead and summoned a caramel cutie with smooth skin and spiral curls to dance for Jamal.
The combination of weed and liqour sent Jamal into a sensory overload. He fixated on the gyrations, as he tasted the aroma of Bath and Body works that lingered around him. Jamal worked up the nerve to touch his private dancer, lightly tapping her bottom as she shook in front of him. When the song was over, he paid her and was ready for more. Jamal bought dance after dance and eventually lost track of his cousin who went to the bar for more drinks. An hour into the experience, Jamal was approached by a tall dancer with shoulder length hair. She wore a black fishnet body stocking with nothing underneath. In his intoxicated state, she reminded him of “train girl.” She leaned in, pressing her breasts against his face and whispered in his ear:
“For $100, you can do whatever you want to me in the V.I.P”
Jamal was aghast. He had never been sexually solicited like that. Besides, Chris Rock said theres no sex in the champagne room. As he contemplated her offer, he saw Lorenzo at the bar in an argument with 2 other clubgoers. He thought about intervening, but it had been over 15 years since he had been in a fight, and the Westside thugs were some tough customers. Jamal faced another dilemna. Should he:
A: Go into the VIP with the stripper for some strip club sex
B. Decline her offer and keep getting dances
C. Go help Lorenzo and possibly fight.
Please choose just one and I will post the conclusion on Friday morning.
It was written…
Jamal weighed his options for Saturday. He remembered his Blackness and quickly nixed the idea of bungee jumping. Although it was an adrenaline rush, the thought of putting his life in danger didn’t really appeal to him. And while he did want to see “train girl” again, Jamal decided that a party wasn’t the right setting to get to know her. That left Lorenzo’s offer to hang out. Jamal decided that he would hit the town with his cousin.
As Saturday approached, Jamal felt good about his decision. He called Lorenzo and made plans to meet at O Malley’s, a local bar frequented by the upwardly mobile African – American set. In typical Jamal fashion, he created an itinerary for the evening:
1. 9:00 -10:00 PM: Drinks at O’ Malleys.
2. 10:00 -10:30 PM – Travel Time.
3. 10:30 – 12:30 PM – Watch Exotic Dancers at “Klassy Kats”
4. 12:30AM – Head Home
It wasn’t exactly “cutting loose,” but Jamal was happy with his agenda. But you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men.
Jamal picked out a pair of chocolate slacks and a cream colored long sleeved shirt as his attire for the evening. After carefully pressing his outfit and getting dressed, he sauntered to his 2005 Lincoln Navigator and made the 15 minute drive to his favorite watering hole. Arriving early, Jamal took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a Remy Martin XO. He deliberately sipped his drink as he waited for his cousin to arrive. Jamal quietly took in his surroundings, taking special notice of the young Black professionals in suits as they conversed with the meticulously coifed and manicured ladies. Easy going Jazz music tickled his eardrums as Burberry and Curve fragrances massaged his nostrils. The atmosphere was aesthetically pleasing to the conservative Jamal, who felt at ease in this environment. At: 9:13, Lorenzo swaggered into the bar, creating a stark contrast in his jeans and throwback USC O.J. Simpson jersey.
“What up cuz!” Lorenzo bellowed, extending his right arm for a handshake, and pulling Jamal in for a man hug. He pounded Jamal’s back and then sat down in the adjacent empty seat. He barked out a drink order to the bartender and scanned the crowd.
“There’s some fine hoes up in here, J. And they look like they got money!”
“How you been, Lorenzo?”
The cousins made small talk as Jamal took in his 3rd Remy and Lorenzo took Petron shot after Petron shot. The itinerary went out the window and the next thing they knew, it was 10:30. Jamal was ready to go to Klassy Kats, but Lorenzo had other ideas.
“We ain’t going to that lame spot. I wanna see some strippers, not dancers. Them hoes don’t even let you touch. I know this spot on the Westside that’s perfect. You down?”
Jamal thought about it. His intentions were to have fun, and Lorenzo certainly was the go to guy for that. He was a little nervous about going to the Westside, as it had a rougher element than he was used to. Perhaps it was the Remy talking, but Jamal decided to let Lorenzo run the show.
“Yeah, I’m down. Lets do the damn thing.”
They paid the tab, and left O Malley’s in Jamal’s Navigator. Lorenzo left his rental in the parking lot. They hopped on the highway listening to a bootleg T.I. cd. Bopping his head, Lorenzo pulled out a pack of Newports and a lighter from his front pocket. Concealed within the box was a tightly packed joint. He lit up the reefer, took a couple of pulls and then motioned for Jamal to take a hit. Jamal hesitated, and after initially protesting, decided to try marijuana for the first time. After all, this was his night to let it all hang out.
Jamal put the zig zag to his lips and sucked in the smoke. This wasn’t too bad. He didn’t even feel anything. Lorenzo reclined the leather seats and watched his cousin as he smoked and drove.
“Yo, I’m a get you f*cked up tonight. This is gonna be a night you will never forget.”
As they arrived at their destination, Jamal began to feel the effects of the joint. It was a sensation that he had never experienced before. Every nerve ending in his body was tingling. He glanced at the neon flashing lights that read “Girls, Girls, Girls,” and was in awe at the indigo trails of light that assaulted his retinas. Lorenzo paid the $5 cover for both of them and they found a seat at a table next to a speaker. Pulsating drum beats throbbed in Jamal’s head and he found himself gawking at the naked and half naked strippers of all varieties. He felt like a kid in the candy store as he tried to decide whether to get a dance from the tall girl, the short girl, the thick girl, the skinny girl, the dark skinned girl, or the light skinned girl. Sensing his dilemma, Lorenzo, a strip club expert, took the lead and summoned a caramel cutie with smooth skin and spiral curls to dance for Jamal.
The combination of weed and liqour sent Jamal into a sensory overload. He fixated on the gyrations, as he tasted the aroma of Bath and Body works that lingered around him. Jamal worked up the nerve to touch his private dancer, lightly tapping her bottom as she shook in front of him. When the song was over, he paid her and was ready for more. Jamal bought dance after dance and eventually lost track of his cousin who went to the bar for more drinks. An hour into the experience, Jamal was approached by a tall dancer with shoulder length hair. She wore a black fishnet body stocking with nothing underneath. In his intoxicated state, she reminded him of “train girl.” She leaned in, pressing her breasts against his face and whispered in his ear:
“For $100, you can do whatever you want to me in the V.I.P”
Jamal was aghast. He had never been sexually solicited like that. Besides, Chris Rock said theres no sex in the champagne room. As he contemplated her offer, he saw Lorenzo at the bar in an argument with 2 other clubgoers. He thought about intervening, but it had been over 15 years since he had been in a fight, and the Westside thugs were some tough customers. Jamal faced another dilemna. Should he:
A: Go into the VIP with the stripper for some strip club sex
B. Decline her offer and keep getting dances
C. Go help Lorenzo and possibly fight.
Please choose just one and I will post the conclusion on Friday morning.
It was written…
posted by Rashan Jamal at 9:01 AM
17 Comments:
mocha - you caught the foreshadowing. Well if you pick the VIP one, you will find out. HAHAHAHA
Hmmm....
Fam is first. If indeed that is the train girl, he still has her number.
Hmmmmmm......dilemma.
Man, he needs to save his cuz. Homegirl might give the gift that keeps on giving.....no what I mean.
As great as that stripper sounds to his drunk, high a**, he's gotta go help his cuz. Family first, even when they do silly sh*t.
I wanna say go to VIP, but he should help his cousin....
A. HOT CROTCH ACTION!
you guys are killing me! i don't wanna hear about his cousin. i wanna hear about him and the scrippa!
is it too late to pick bungee jumping?
Ok, but this ain't fair, cuz with the real Choose Your Own Adventure, you just marked the page you were on and flipped ahead to see if the next part was any good. If it wasn't you just chose the other path! If he helps his cuz, we'll never know the deal with this stripper...hmmm...I still say he's gotta go help his fam.
Help out the cuzo
You know what happens when folks swear up and down you "aint have their back"
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hmm.. he's drunk so the stripper probably looks like Thea. if he doesn't help his cousin, then he has to deal with the drama when his fam goes to jail for inciting a riot... so i say he picks up the empty heineken bottle and start bobbin' and weavin'.
seriously, I pick help the cousin out.
If he goes in the VIP, he's gonna lose his mind, get whipped, and start trying to wine and dine that hoe cause that's what lames end up doing when they get turned out in the strip club. And I don't wanna see my man go out like that.
B!!!!!
forget his cousin...that n!gga has a record! besides, jamal is a law-abiding citizen with a "good" job. now, he is caught out there high with a new parolee.
somebody's getting shot if he rolls with the cousin.
If this was real life I would say he has to look out for his fam, but since this is the land of make believe...
let's see what drama unfolds by him going with the stripper.
Okay, so everybody wants Jamal to do the right thing and help out his cousin.... I personally wanted to see what would happen if he went into VIP with the stripper, but majority rules. I'll get it posted.
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