Chapter 2

                      Tiony's pov

The tight mini dress I chose to wear to the dance, I had only worn once earlier that year to my classmate Sharee's birthday party. I put on the stylish platform slippers that went nicely with it, and I was suddenly transformed into a hottie. Pressing out my hair and styling it into an elegant center parted bob made me look like I was wearing an expensive wig, and that was enough for me. I checked my face one last time in the mirror before taking up my purse and slung it over my shoulder, then walked out behind my cousins.

"Woiie! Watch Yvette's top-class daughter." Chantelle bellowed on seeing me.

  As the only daughter for my uncle, she was spoiled by her parents and lacked nothing. I forced a half smile on my face, then rolled my eyes at Mattic, who opened his room door and poked his head out. Chantelle's phone rang, and she got up answering it, then told us as soon as she ended the cal. "Let's go."

  We were walking as the dance venue was only a short distance away in the square, and I fell into step behind them, trying to get used to the fact that I was half naked. My g-string panty sat comfortably between my ass cheeks, and the dress material felt like I was being fundled as I walked. I sighed, focusing on Chantelle's voice as she spilled juicy gossips about some of the women in the community. She wasn't that pretty, but her very light complexion gave her the advantage over darker complexion women in the community and she has been using it to the full capacity by being in a relationship with a notorious don.

  Soon, she had to stop talking as we got nearer to the square. The loud music seemed to penetrate right through me, and I felt a bit cold. It is always strange that I thought the whole Montego Bay was like a city. Driving up hills and passing bushes to come to this place is almost like I'm in another parish. The dance was already in full swing, and I was astounded by the large crowd. The four of us stood together, looking about until Chantelle's friend Dinah came up to her, and we went to the spot where Chantelle's other friends were.

  A group of men stood a short distance behind us, and not long after, one of them came to Chantelle. By her demeanor, I knew it was her man, and she didn't bruk out like the others when the hot songs began to play. The same man that had come to her brought over a table and then liquors and cups. I only poured myself a half cup of sorrel beer, with no intention of getting drunk, I sipped it every ten minutes. Soon, everyone around me was dancing on someone, then Chantelle eventually moved to the back and began dancing with her man. Shinel and Steffon were shamelessly girating intimately with strange men while I refused another dance offer politely.

  About two minutes later, Mattic came and stood beside me as I danced by myself. "Mi fren a beg yuh a dance." He shouts in my ears, and I make up my face from the smell of his alcohol scented breath.

"Tell him mi nuh interested." I shouted up into his ears.

  He looked at me reproachfully, and I looked him up and down before cutting my eyes. In my ears, he says. "Is a top man ino, and a you alone him a pree from him reach yah."

  I didn't answer and ignored him. He left about five minutes later, and I felt relieved, but less than three minutes afterward, Chenelle came and hugged me, then told me. "Mi man a ask yuh fi come dance wid one a him top man, if yuh start dance wid him and yuh nuh comfortable just come wey mi dey."

  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "A'right." I tell her, and she turned, forcing me to turn with her because of her right arm that was wrapped around my left arm.

To my dismay, she went past her man to where it was utter darkness, and I barely made out Mattic's silhouette as he moved aside, giving us way. She released my arm slowly as I blinked my eyes, adjusting my vision. An intoxicating perfume filled my nostrils, and I turned my head away from the penetrating eyes of the man staring down at me. His eyes glistened in the darkness just before his hand gently rests on my waist, and I jerk, feeling like a bolt of electricity just shook me. I started to dance as a different song began to play to hide the embarrassment I was feeling.

  Chantelle danced away, and I turned slightly, giving my backside to the man. "Yuh, look nice." He says in my ears.

"Thanks." I respond. I was not sure if he heard me above the music, and neither did I care.

  I barely realized that Mattic had come in front of me, the cup was taken from my hand, and another placed in it. He was several feet away before I had fully come to terms with reality and carried the cup gingerly to my nose to sniff it before taking a sip. Try as I might, I couldn't tell what it was. It was bitter and smelt strong. The selector began bigging up the promoter of the dance between the songs that were playing, and there was a loud forward. A selection of hot songs began to play, and I danced with the man who could certainly wine.

"What's your name?" He asked as he wined on my ass.

"Tiony." I respond dryly loud enough for him to hear.

He down whatsoever was in his cup and placed it on the table close by, then both his arms circled around me, and I was pulled up unto his hard pants front. It seems like he's well blessed. I say in my mind and wined on him even more. My dress kept roiling up, and when I tried to pull it down, he grasped my right hand, lacing his fingers through mine. I was aware of him winning away on my naked backside. It was almost like we were having sex as he bent me over even more wineing and jooking on me.

When I finally managed to pull my hand away from his, he placed his hand right on my front and said. "Mi ago want dis."

  I pushed his hand away in anger and pulled down my dress. I was about to walk away when he held unto my hand, pulled me unto him and say. "Yuh know yuh stay good, nuh badda gwane like yuh nuh know sey yuh turn me on. Mi nah overstep still, but mi did just affi satisfy mi curiosity."

                   Arly's pov

  Touching her so intimately without her permission was rude of me, but I just couldn't resist seeing what kind of young woman she is. The truth is, I would really take her home with me tonight and quench my lustful thirst for her glorious body. She didn't try to go away again, and we danced together for the next hour, apart from Kimeka, no other woman has ever caused me to have such a raging hard erection from just looking at her. I bit my bottom lip as I eased away from her and went to the table to pour myself a drink. When I returned, I asked her seriously.

"Mi can get your number?"

"Nope, sorry." She answered right away.

  We stood side by side for a while, and I kept admiring her discreetly. She was so beautiful in the darkness, I badly want to see her in the light of day. For the longest time, I haven't enjoyed myself so much at a dance, and when the selector began bigging up the don, the area men and cracking jokes, I laughed with mirth. From where I stood in the darkness, I saw Dinah wining off Thickarous's pants front. There was doubt in my mind that she will be going home with him tonight. The thought made me wonder about the woman beside me, and blatantly, I asked her.

"Yuh waan come home wid me tonight?"

  She had moved off too quick for me to grasp her arm, and I could only chastise myself angrily as I watched her go. She went back to where she was before and didn't look back any at all for the rest of the dance. Her cousins were all paired up as people began to disperse the dance in the early hours of the morning, and she walked beside them by herself. Most of my friends were all leaving in pairs. Even Dinah walked ahead of Thickarous. With a hiss, I turned and walked with the don Natty and the others who were going in my direction.

  After letting myself into my house, I took a quick shower and went to sleep. Morning came too soon, however, and I groaned, wishing mummy had some conscience to keep the volume down while playing her christian music this morning. A loud knocking on my front door made my head immediately start to hurt, and I got up wondering what that person could really want. The sight of Kimeka as I shifted the curtain and looked out made my anger raged, and I took several deep breaths before opening the front door.

"Mawnin', him nuh get nuh breakfast yet." She says, walking off the verandah, leaving Arlem.

  Different types of emotions surged through me, and I felt like going after her and fucking up her face. I sat down on the chair arm nearest the door and looked down at my son, who looked as if he wasn't quite awake. My heart softened, and I stood and lifted him. I placed him on the couch to sit and went to the kitchen. There were no words to describe my emotions, and I wish I could just feel loved and cared about genuinely. I slammed my palms down on the counter in frustration, and a deep longing came over me.

  "Arly?" Mummy calls from the back door, and I went and opened it to her.

"Morning, eh." She greets me and handed me a covered plate.

  "Morning Mommy, thanks." I say sighing.

  She looked at me sideways and said before walking away. "Yuh babymadda come fi look a who an' yuh sleep."

  I stared after her long after she went back over to her house, she has no idea how much that jibe had connected me. I went in close the door and prepared tea and toast bread to go with the ackee and saltfish, boiled bananas, and dumplings. I sat with Arlem, and we ate. Afterward, I put him on my bed to play on his tablet and lay down thinking about Tiony.

To be continued...