Was going to a strip club right after getting out a relationship a good idea? Probably fucking not. Do I care? Hell nah.
Caresha is the exact definition of a city girl. I just couldn't do it anymore. She only wanted to fuck with me for money and dick. I didn't mind that until that's all it became. I'm much more than just dick and money.
I'm not trying to think about her. I don't even know why I still care. I'm not high enough. That's gotta be the problem.
I snatched the backwood out of Jonathan's hands since he was taking too long to light it. I lit the blunt as we walked out the house. I was already satisfied with what I was wearing unlike Polo's ass.
I had on some blue Timberlands, black ripped jeans, a black hoodie with blue wording, and a blue Dodgers hat that was on backwards. I had on three big diamond chains and an iced out Rolex.
Once Polo finally came out the house, we headed to Magic City. The last time I was here was before my relationship with Caresha. She ain't want me going to places like this. Yet she was out here doing everything she didn't want me to do.
When we walked inside, it was packed. I expected nothing less. It's a Friday night after all. As soon we got to our section, the bottles were coming back to back.
We smoked, drank, and chilled with about twenty girls in our section. I was having a good ass time. Right now in this moment I wasn't worried about a damn thing.
Throw Sum Mo by Rae Sremmurd started playing and the lights started flashing. A dancer was about to come out. When she did I was immediately fascinated.
Her ass is fatter than a motherfucker. And she got a nice tattoo covering her thigh. I ain't ever seen somebody move they ass with grace. She moving that shit effortlessly.
It's like this shit is too easy for her. They way she moved on beat is different. The way the crowd was reacting she gotta be top dog around here. We made eye contact and for some reason it's like she went harder.
"Nigga why you staring so hard like that? Don't tell me you done fell in love with a stripper. T-Pain ass nigga." Jonathan said.
"Worry about ya self. Nosy ass motherfucker." I reply.
I sipped out a bottle keeping my focus on the dancer. I don't know why she got my attention like this. No other stripper has caught my eye like this before.
