Late Nights.

1.

De'Andre POV

"Please De'Andre." Shawty started to beg for it and it just turned me on more.

"I'm not feeling it tonight baby girl." I said as the smoke from the hookah filled my lungs. Partynextdoor filled the room in the club and honestly the mood was right but I couldn't bring myself to fuck her. Just wasn't feeling it.

Question girl I'm glad to.

"But papiiiii.." Ole girl must be horny as shit to be crawling all on a nigga lap.

Fuck you till you cum girl I'm glad to.

"I said no damn." I pushed her arms back to her side and she stormed off, not before slapping me. I would tell her to bring her ass back here but I'm too faded.

Walking down yo steps with no bra or panties.

I struggled as I lifted from the sofa. I headed towards the v.i.p. room to find my nigga Tony. I walked in and saw a hoe riding his shit. I shook my head and just laughed. He always go for the wild ones. And I bet ha ass gone be calling him the next day talking bout she pregnant and shit. I chuckled and made my presence in front of him. He dismissed ole girl and tried to give me some dap.

"Hell nawl bitch!" I said laughing. He smacked his lips and got himself together. Ole nasty ass.

"You must be ready to go?" He asked standing up and heading towards the corner of the room. As soon as I saw what he was getting I busted out laughing. What the hell?!

"They got fucking hand sanitizer in this bitch?!" I asked through laughs.

"Hell yeah nigga!" He said laughing. "Gotta keep it 99.99% safe." He said while pointing to the bottle.

Tf Bruh?

I shook my head and squirted some in my hand any way. Why not? "Let's go Bruh " I said walking towards the door.

"I'ight" he said, catching up to me.

We passed the strippers on the poles and table and out to my all black Escalade. We got in and I turned the heat on full blast. Toronto wun playin no games.

"Aye. I just realized something... Yeen got no girl for the night?" He questioned trying to warm his hands in front of the vent.

"Nigga if you keep on you gone start a fire with them ashy knuckles." I joked and pulled out of the strip club. "And why yo ass all in my business." I said, speeding down the highway to my house.

"Cause it's my job nigga. You know you my bitch." He said kissin me on the cheek.

"Man gone with all that gay shit." I said smacking my lips. "Aye yo ugly ass spending a night?" I asked, turning off the exit.

"You already know boo." He said in a ratchet girl voice. I shook my head and laughed. This fool a mess, but he my nigga. Been my nigga since pampers. We was like Marley and Mike. Our ugly asses was always in some trouble. His mama and mine were best friends and still are till this day. I smiled thinking about old memories we had. Dude always took my bottle and I used to beat his shit up. My smile turned into a smirk and I fought the urge to laugh.

"On everythang yo gay ass thinking about some nasty shit." He said making a face at me. I smacked my lips and reached over and hit the back of his head.

"If anybody gay its you ugly ass. I saw you looking at that bartender." I said laughing.

"Man don't fucking play with me. Strictly kitty." He said trying to play hard and shit. I laughed and just said "mhmm" which just pissed him off more.