"The city of Philly. My home town. A city where all types of crimes happens. Rape, drugs,killing. You got Real niggas and fake niggas. You got some solid ass bitches but alot of them fake as fuck. But here I am. Risha Smith. Just turned 21. Growing...
Risha and Crystal are at home getting ready to hit the club. They haven't been out since they've left the strip club and opened they shop together. Risha had on a burgundy dress with her back out, breast poking just a little in the front with her black open toe high heels. Her hair was put in a nice bun and she through on some black diamond earrings and necklace. Crystal had on a white dress that came a little bit past her knees. Her hair was curly going straight down her back. She put on some open toe silver heels with some silver hoop earrings to match and a diamond watch.
"Okay, okay. You look like a million dollars, " Risha said, checking Crystal out
"Thank you. And that dress is fitting your body just right. I mean, it shows everything, " Crystal said as they laughed together
"Let's go. " Risha said as they grabbed they purse and Crystal keys.
An hour later..
Walking up to the club, it's already packed. It's just a little after ten. We walk up waiting in line, ready to get our i.d checked.
"I.d please," a security guard said
Risha and Crystal showed their i.d and made they way inside the club. They walked over to the bar, ordering them two shot of vodka.
"Now let's go dance," Crystal said
"Alright now. Don't do too much. Your body ain't all the way healed, " Risha said, smiling.
"Girl, I'm fine," she said, walking onto the dance floor
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(Up in the office)
"What we got?" Keith said, as 5 of his body guards came in with duffle bags. One bodyguard open a bag full of cocain. "Alright. Let's get this shit rolling. Have the girl down in the basement separate it and bag it up. I need this shit gone in two days, not three. Yall hear me?" He said, zipping the bag back up.
"Got you. Let's go, " one of the body guards instructed.
Keith grabs his drink, coming over to the security cameras watching and seeing how his club is going. "Zoom in," He said. And the security guards did just that. "Get someone to him now," Keith said
10 minutes later, two body guards come in with a light skinned dude with a low-cut fade. They throw him on the ground. Keith takes off his jacket. "You know what you just did, right?" Keith asked, walking up to him. He knod his head, instructing his body guard to get him up.
"I'm sorry, Keith. I'll pay it back. I promise, " He said
"This your what? Fifth time?" Keith said, stealing off on him when it came too his cocain. "Pay up," Keith said as his body roamed through his pockets. "Only 35 dollars nigga? And down their trying to take my shit?" He said stealing off of him again.
"I'm sorry man" he said
"Yall know what to do. Get this nigga out of here" Keith said as they did just that.
