📍𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃
ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 Ill |19|
6/31/21 1:42 am.
[sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ]"loser ass." fats yelled to me over the loud music in this club.
"fuck up." i yelled back, sticking up my middle finger at him.
i heard tony laugh making me turn to mug him. "ain't dis watchu wanted? now you all quiet n shit." tony spoke as he scrolled thru his phone.
"niggas used to love coming to the strip." dante agreed as he grabbed the girls ass who was giving him a lap dance.
"man i was trippin, ian want dis shit for real. i coulda been on the phone wit amarë pretty ass but i'm here wit some manly ass strippers." i told them.
the girls in our section started mugging me and i just shrugged as i mugged them back.
"man if youn get one of these bitches to give you a dance or some shit." dante spoke as another girl came to him and started dancing on him.
"ion want these bitches, look like they starred in thriller n shit." i spoke looking at a girl who look like a fuckin zombie.
i looked over to fats and saw this niggas throwing pennies & quarters at bitches.
"aye you a 10! look good as shit." he yelled at one girl throwing a dime at her forehead.
she flinched as the dime dropped from her forehead. "ow!" she bucked at fats as she walked away wit tears in ha eyes.
"damn, you fucked her forehead up gang." tony laughed.
"i know, bitch finna look like youngboy reeall soon." he started laughing as he pulled another female closer to him making her sit on his lap.
i looked back up to see the lana girl standing infront of me with a hand on her hip.
why couldn't this bitch stay in chapter 1?
"daddy narddd." she said putting her finger nail in her mouth.
i mugged her as i sucked my teeth n waved her off.
fats and dante both started laughing. "kinky bitch." fats spoke thru his laughs.
"you ain't see my message nard? i told you i'm better now, lemme try again baby." she said looking down at the zipper on my pants, playing with her fingers n shit.
this bitch tried to give me head bout 10 months ago, dat shit was horrific n i kicked ha out. i been over that shit but i guess she not.
"ian yo baby n you not tryin shit." i looked up at her.
"you actin hollywood ever since you had that bitch witchu on live." she mugged me.
"who da fuck?" me n fats said as we looked to each other.
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