MX Blind Imagination

MX9 – Ass Scratching

Serif had gone home to pick up his stuff. While he was out, Felix got the idea to surprise him with some of his cooking skills, so he went down to the market to get some groceries that he needed for the dish.

When he got back he found a girl sitting on the bed next to Serif, bottle in hand. At first glance he had thought it was a boy, since she had corn rows like Serif and Felix (and she was back lit by the window). But as he walked up to shake her hand he could see that she was definitely a woman. A light skinned gangster woman. It was the woman they had seen at the library that Serif liked. There was an awkward moment where they didn't know whether to shake hands or bump fists.

"Who are you?" Felix asked curiously.

"This is my home girl, Felicia," Serif interrupted her as she was about to answer. At this point it became obvious that Serif was already drunk. "She's from my hood, yah. We got some Jonnie Walker." Serif held up the bottle to show they had already drunk a quarter of it. He offered it to Felix who took a swig. Felix noticed that Felicia didn't appear drunk at all.

"Welcome to my home," Felix offered. "I'm going to cook some dinner, if you can stay."

"Sure. Thanks." Felix and Felicia were starting to really hit it off. While Felix was putting away the groceries, Serif was bragging about how gangster Felicia was and how she was a top martial artist and had kicked so many guys' asses. Felicia was a bit embarrassed, but Felix was amused at Serif's enthusiasm.

After putting away the groceries, Felix put on some music and sat down on the bed next to Serif. They got to talking and it was established that Felicia was a childhood friend who had gone to the same school as Serif. She had witnessed the bully incident that spawned Serif's gang.

Nobody said it, but Felix could tell that Serif had had a crush on Felicia since the school days. She had been the tough little tomboy that never backed down from a fight. Serif had invited her to the girl enclave of his crew, but Felicia had her own group of girls that she ran with.

As the evening progressed, Serif was the only one sipping on the Jonnie Walker. He made a couple of attempts at touching Felicia which she politely brushed off in the midst of talking. After a while Serif leaned back on the bed and passed out.

Felicia and Felix looked at each other and smiled. Felicia silently flicked her wrist, the international sign language for, "are you gay?" Felix nodded in response. He wiggled his held out palm, the international sign language for, "you're not so straight either." She just smiled.

"Let's leave this fool and get out of here," Felicia suggested out loud, checking if Serif was still partly conscious. He wasn't. "I got a party to attend," she continued. "I want you to come."

Felix got dressed up in the all camouflage outfit and followed Felicia down the street. It had turned dark, but Felix felt strangely safe with Felicia. He almost got the feeling that he was a gang member himself and that if anything happened, Felicia and he would deal with it together. It was a strange bond.

"So do you have a street name?" Felix asked.

"Since I was little, people just call me Fee, cause if you want me to beat someone up, you have to pay the fee."

"Get out! People call me Fee, too!" Felix admitted excitedly. "Serif has no idea that you're…"

"No. Nobody knows. Only me and my girls. We have a secret crew of honeys from the hood. You'll meet them all tonight."

They got to a house where Felix could hear muffled music coming from inside. Felicia knocked on the front door and was asked for a password, which she uttered. They were let in and Felicia quickly explained that Felix was with her, much to the door woman's surprise.

Immediately inside the front door lay a stair case that led down to a dark basement where the music suddenly became incredibly loud. It was so dark, Felix couldn't see anything at first, but it smelled like sweat and women's beauty products. There was a pulsating mass of dancing women occupying the entire space of the basement, with a lit up DJ booth on one side of the room.

Felicia led him by the hand through the room while being greeted and hugged by her home girls. She introduced Felix to each and every one of them, but the music was so loud that Felix couldn't hear their names. Instead he just nodded his head and bumped fists with them.

It was an interesting collection of girls, Felix thought. Yes, he had met lesbians before, but not closet gangster lesbians. The pressure in the air let Felix know that this was indeed a gang, not just a ghetto girls club.

Felicia was rather light skinned, but the girls of this crew came in all shades. Some of them were dressed like B-boys, others more girly with their hair and nails done up. Most of the girls he would have never suspected were lesbian had he passed them on the street.

Felicia led Felix through the room until they arrived at a big refrigerator that turned out to be full of beer and coolers. She handed him a beer and ushered him forward to a girl standing beside the fridge. "This is Felicity," she yelled in Felix ear, putting her arm around the girl. "My best friend. She is also called Fee."

Felix nodded to the girl, who gave him a drunken smile. She was wearing some snug jean overalls with one suspender hanging down to show her left nipple through a tight white top, something Felix understood must be irresistible to the other girls.

Felicity noticed Felix looking at the nipple and gave him another drunken smile. Felix shook his head and motioned that it was a mistake. Felicity just nodded her head as if to say, "no, it was not a mistake." Embarrassed, Felix just started sipping his beer.

Suddenly Felicia turned up at his side with a man. He was taller than Felix and wore baggy pants that hung below his butt. Felix knew that it was common for rap enthusiasts to hang their pants way too low, but the combination of the pants, the facial expression, and the fact that he was wearing his cap sideways, told Felix that this boy was gay.

"I brought you something. My brother." Felicia yelled into Felix ear.

"No, really. You shouldn't have," Felix yelled back over the music, casting a glance at Felicia's gay brother who had begun to gyrate his hips to the music. "I wasn't… hungry."

"Sure," Felicia laughed in his ear. "You must be ravenous after hanging out with Serif." She slapped Felix ass to drive home the point. It was true. Felix was horny as hell and the ass slap had made his butt tingle. Plus, it was impolite to refuse someone's brother after they had brought you to an exclusive gangster party. He nodded for the brother to follow him upstairs. Felicia looked satisfied as they made their way through the crowd towards the stairs.

"Meet me in the room upstairs," Felix said to the brother. "I have to use the wash room." Felix searched his way through the crowded main floor until he found the bathroom where he peed. Then he found the stairs to the top floor of the house, which lay in darkness.

Never having been in the house before, he wasn't sure exactly which room he had meant for the brother to wait in, so he tried a door at random. It was dark and Felix fumbled for the light switch on the wall.

Suddenly a hand grabbed Felix before he could locate the switch. It was a small woman's hand, which guided him towards a left breast with a protruding nipple. Felix knew immediately which one. Felix began to politely protest but before he knew it, Felicity was kissing him with the tongue, at which he could say nothing but mumbles.

The light came on. "Fee! What are you doing? This is my score!" the brother was lisping. Felix spun around at hearing his name, but the brother was crossing his arms and looking mad at Felicity, who wiped her mouth and disappeared.

"Look," Felix said holding his hands up in defense. "I thought this was a lesbian party…" The brother wouldn't hear it and stormed downstairs, presumably to alert his sister.

Felix remained in the room for a minute, confused and covering his mouth at what had just happened. After a while he went downstairs, passing the crowded main floor and making his way to the dark, vibrating basement. He went to the fridge to grab another beer, not sure what had happened to the last one.

Looking around he saw Felicia at the turn tables by the DJ. She waved him over and he pushed his way through girls to get to the front of the show. Felicia motioned for him to get behind the table with her and the DJ, which he did after some subdued negotiation to the contrary.

The DJ, a woman with dreads and gold teeth, grabbed Felix hand and put it on the record, causing it to stop spinning with a scratching sound. The DJ motioned for him to continue.

Felix began slowly moving his hands back and forth, scratching on the record. He soon got into it and sped up the motion of his hand. It turned out he was a natural at this and the crowd responded with cheers.

Felix got so into it that he started wiggling his hips in tune with the scratching, which drew laughter. Egged on by the crowd, Felix walked around to the front of the table and continued scratching, this time wiggling his whole butt with the sound of the fiky-fiky-foh of the record.

The crowd went nuts and several of the girls spanked his ass as he was wiggling it to the scratching. Felix turned around as he was working the music to find Felicia's brother glaring at him with crossed arms and a look of stern disappointment.