This Is Me ( stud x fem )

Chapter 35 - Christmas (Pt. 1)

Since everyone wants to know about Mo and Lo. Here we go. (That rhymes btw. Bars!)

Lauren

Summer just fucked up. All the shit I had for her and she does some stuff like that? *sigh* But I actually be mad. She always said she didn't want me, but I thought those were just her walls talking for her.

"Jo Jo, wassam, baby?" I said, dapping up my cousin.

"Little cuzzo, I didn't think you'd come." Jo Jo's a club owner. He invited me too come check out his success, so you know I had to.

I smirk. "Now you know I had to. This is nice, man. This is nice. How you come up like this?"

"Trap money," he say looking back before he spoke. "But it's all clean now. I had to get out the game before I got too old, man."

I nod. "Trill shit. So, uh, you got something for me tonight?"

Jo chuckles as we walk back into the hustle and bustle of the large crowds of drunks. He hands me some kind of pass. "Everything. Free. Free drinks. Free hotel room upstairs. Free stripper." He pats my chest. "They all would fuck, but one of em's gay, I hear."

I nod. "Already, cuzzo."

He dips unto the crowds and I walk back to the bar. "Vodka. Straight," I say without looking up. Summer's got me depressed kinda.

"Coming right up," a sweet voice says. I look up only to see her turning away. Damn. That asssssss tho. She turns around, appearing to be taking a double take at me. Owe, face too. She got long curly hair that falls halfway down her back. Her light mocha skin is just my type. What? I like black girls. She's fixing my drink.

A cute white bartender approaches me. "Can I help you?" she says tryna sound sexy, touching on my arm.

I smile. "Uh, ya. What's her name?"

"Monique?" she chuckles out. "Good luck with her, sexy. She's trouble."

"Help me out?" I say. "Trouble is my middle name, girl. Put me on."

She smiles and sticks her tongue out seductively. "I can see what I can do." She walks over to Monique and whispers something in her ear.

Monique laughs.

Well, damn. So much for putting me on.

Monique walks over with my drink. "I have a kid, a crazy baby daddy, and Im a money hustler. I'm nothing, but trouble. Remember that." These comments do nothing, but intrigue me.

The DJ calls over the intercome. "Stripper on deck, 'Trouble'."

Monique struts away. "That's my cue." Ahh. Her stripper name is Trouble. I wonder why.

Twenty minutes later, I find out.

She is so goddamned sexy in that pole. She gives a stage show and then works her way into the crowd.

Eventually she makes her way over to me and starts dancing on me. I'm enjoying every moment of it until she stops suddenly.

"Wait, what?" I ask.

She smirks at me. Damn. This girl know she did that on purpose, but i cant conplain. I gotra get with her. She walks behind the bar and disappears.

The white bartender walks over to me. "Pick your lip up, honey. You look desperate."

I laugh. "Desperate? I got hella bands, baby." I pull out a whole bunch of money.

"Damn," she says, starstruck. "I ain't never seen that much money at a time."