Playing The Player

Chapter Two

I walked over to where Lucky was and push a couple females out the way so I could get to him. They was mugging me hard up and down, and I really ain't give a fuck because I was over here on a mission.

"Bitch you better watch who you touching!" this girl said bumping me hard as fuck. This bitch must not know who she fucking with. She got me all the way fucked up and that's on my hood. I back hand slapped that hoe, and her head went flying, just like her body.

"Oh hell no!" one of her friends said, and tried to charge at me. Before she could even get her arm to swing I punched her in the face, breaking her nose. "Fuckk!" she yelled.

I was just about to walk to Lucky and start the conversation with him, but then another one of the girl friends snuck me. Oh hell nahh! I started swinging to the point where it felt like I was about to kill this damn girl. She really got me fucked up.

"Damn. Shawty a straight thug." Lucky said, chuckling. I kicked the bitch off of me, and she flew backwards and hit the ground. I fixed myself up and looked Lucky in the eyes.

"Bitch shouldn't have tried to fuck with me." He laughed, and nodded his head in agreement. Shit let me really get this mission started.

"Right. But what's yo name?"

"Beautiful."

"Oh," he smiled. Lord kill me. Lame ass.

"Lame ass nigga," I said. He looked at me with that cocky ass smirk on his face. I swear this nigga thinks he's the shit, I can't stand his ass. I'm just tryna get this li' bet over with.

"A nigga better than half of them niggas you be fucking with."

I laughed, and he nodded his head towards his car. I took his hand and he led the way. I guess we gone kick it in this nigga car for a little minute, which is cool with me because it was hot as fuck outside, and I'm pretty sure he has air conditioning.

He opened the door for me and watched me get in. I was almost sure that he was staring at my ass. I couldn't blame him though, because with an ass this big I would stare at it too.

He walked over to the drivers side and got in. He stared at me for what felt like forever and I wish I knew what he was thinking about because this shit was making me uncomfortable, on the slick.

"Fuck you staring at me like that for nigga?" I asked, slightly mean muggin' him.

"Thinking about the easiest way I can you out your panties," he said, licking his lips. Was this nigga fuckin' serious? He got Beautiful Danae Williams fucked all the way up.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. He ain't shit but a typical nigga, and things might not go too well with this bet shit if he gone be like this. "Fuck outta here." I opened the car door and was about to get out but he grabbed my arm gently and pulled me back in.

"I was just playing. Chill ma, chill," he said, smiling. Lying ass. Like I said his lame ass kills me.

Lucky :

Shawty bad like the fuck. She real and gangsta to but she ain't shit to me. I really wanna fuck her prissy ass. And that's exactly what I'ma do.

A/N : Short chapter I know, but whatever. Enjoy . -Imani.