Saturday 8th October 2022 NBA Youngboy's Mansion Los Angeles, California 8:45pm
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Kentrell Deshawn Gualden's POV:
"Yo ass is stayin' right hea wit' me tonight, ion give a fuck." I lit my blunt.
"Kentrell, don't start. You got 5 more minutes, before my ass is leavin'. I gotta go to work." Diamontè said ta me wit' a sassy attitude.
"Say, you must be hard a hearin'. You not showin' my pussy ta nan nigga today a any day fa det matter. Everythang you could need right hea shawty." I sighed, starin' at ha pretty ass layin' from across me.
Diamontè only had coloured hair when she was goin' ta work. A hair stylist done came ta the crib earlier, ta fix it fa ha.
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"Kentrell, you knew what it was with me. I'm a stripper. I take my shit off, shake my ass, and make a lot of fuckin' money doin' it. You the one stuck up in the house, not me. I warned you about catchin' feelings for me." Diamontè smirked.
Yeah she cocky.
"Ain't nobody catch feelings fa yo hoe ass. I'm tryna put you ta work, I ain't lyin'." I pulled out a fat stack of hunnids from outta my pocket.
I threw it at ha, but shawty ducked just in time fo'e it could hit ha head ass.
"Show me det pussy." I ordered.
She ignored me.
Diamontè picked up the cash I threw at ha ta put it inside a ha White Chanel bag. It was 'bout 10 thousand dollars.
"Thank you!" Diamond sang ready fa ta go.
My chest started ta tighten up, det switch det be up in my head flipped.
