Honey, Desmond said to himself, hearing the DJ say her name, it fits her.
He sat back down at the table with his boys, who were all talking to different dancers.
Marquis pulled himself away from a light-skinned chick whose hair was so long, she would sit on it when she sat down, "Nigga, you musta liked her," he joked. "Cause I didn't think you'd give any of these hoes a dollar."
"Says the nigga over here hugged up with the chick who look like she could be his sister." Desmond cracked back pointing at the girl Marquis was sitting with. The two other men laughed before turning their attention back to the women they were entertaining.
"Man, don't do me like that. All light-skinned people ain't related, fucker." Marquis rolled his eyes.
Desmond finally relaxed, and after a few more drinks he began to fully enjoy himself with the rest of the guys.
Desmond had finally relaxed, and after a few drinks, he began to enjoy himself with the rest of the guys. Another half-hour had already passed and the guys were having fun with their company, but Desmond didn't want any of the dancers passing by to come to sit with him.
"D, Imma buy you a lapdance," Donte announced once he saw Desmondws sitting alone.
"He wants her," Jace motioned his head.
They all turned to see who he was talking about. It was Honey. She was standing near the wall wearing all black, talking to one of the guys Desmond had seen standing with the blonde woman.
"Oh! that's my best friend," the long-haired girl sitting on Marquis' lap added "I'll go get her."
"Thank you sweetheart, and tell her it's my man's birthday," Quis palmed her ass as she stood from his lap.
"Thanks... uhh," Desmond tried to recall her name while slipping her a twenty-dollar bill.
"Minaj," she winked taking the bill and tucking it into her fishnets, "Be right back,"
"I ain't never seen two pretty best friends, one of them gotta be the ugly one." Jace joked. "And we don't know what they look like under all that makeup."
The guys laughed and continued the conversation. Marquis ordered another bottle to their table.
"I heard someone was looking for me?" Honey announced herself walking over with Minaj hand in hand.
"It's my brother's birthday. We wanna buy him a dance," Jace confirmed, walking over and nudging his brother's arm.
"Oh, Happy Birthday," she smiled. Now that she was closer she could examine the handsome stranger better. His tall dark-skinned frame was pulling her in and the smell of his cologne had her feeling feral.
He smirked at her, displaying a dimpled cheek, "Thank you,"
She stopped gawking and asked, "What type of dance you lookin' for, a basic private dance or a VIP room?"
"VIP." The three guys said in unison.
"Okay, so the VIP costs—"
"It don't matter, babygirl. Give him the VIP treatment, aight?" Marquis cut her off handing her a few hundred dollar bills from his pocket. He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows before walking back to his seat where Minaj sat down in his lap again, giving Honey a 'go ahead' look.
This nigga, Desmond knew his friend loved to be extra.
"Alright. Come with me, birthday boy." Jaden took the man by the hand, leading him to a different area of the club.
His hands are so warm, she thought to herself in comparison to the freezing cold club.
"Here, you have to give them the money," she placed the money in his hand. "It only cost $75 for the dance though, so I don't know why he gave me so much." She shrugged and walked ahead.
"Aight." He followed behind her, admiring the view in front of him.
She wore a black one-piece with an extremely low back, with black thigh-high fishnets that carried a few stray bills. Her black hair swayed as she walked in her black leather high-heeled boots.
She approached a man sitting at a corner desk with a computer in front of him. They exchanged a few words then she motioned Desmond closer.
"One VIP Dance?" The man at the desk confirmed.
"Two, please," Desmond decided, realizing one song wasn't going to be enough time.
"$150" the man requested.
Desmond handed two bills to the man. He put the money in the drawer and then handed him a strap of ones.
"$50's your change."
All these ones?
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All the King's Men ( An Urban Love Story )
General Fiction*COMPLETED* CURRENTLY EDITING "I'll go to war with God behind you." Desmond King grew up a product of his environment. With street smarts and a little book smarts on his side, he found a way to survive and feed everyone around him. He's been able t...
