8 miles corrupted beauties

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Samaya

She had been in the bathroom for over an hour with the shower running and the hot steam rolling around her. Finally stepping into the shower she let her thoughts run wild.

          There was never any regret, that's what she regretted most. Job after job she wondered how she could go home and sleep better than the baby, but it was no secret that every now and again she would wonder just how far she would go if pushed to the limit.

    "Hey! Mya you alright in there, I know yo ass was stankin but two hours is long enough." Taraya shouted at the bathroom door. Snapping out of her daze she realized she had traveled so far into her dark thoughts that she never washed her body. "Ya I'm good give me like ten more minutes I'll be out"

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     "Damn girl I thought yo ass was a goner in that bathroom, you sure you alright tho?"

"Don't worry bout me all you need to worry about is how many bullets ima put in yo ass if you don't put some damn panties on, walkin round my house naked girl you gonna scare the damn dog."

"Scare the dog girl please you know that nasty ass dog want my cookie!"

"You so nasty," "but you like it though."

"You already know Journey gone be hella made if we late so hurry up." Taraya stated trying to hurry Samaya on. "I don't give a shit about Journey being made that lil girl don't rush me." "You saying that now Mya but you know you be spoiling that girl like crazy."

Rolling her eyes Samaya started to lotion her body from head to toe. "Taraya what are you wearing tonight?" "Something out of your closet what you thought this was shiiit!"

    Stepping out of my closet looking fly as hell in my brand new Donna Karan wrap dress and my silver Giuseppe sandals that wrapped all the way up to her calf, hair silked bone straight and laid to the back. Makeup done to perfection and a matching Donna Karan clutch to top it off. It was no question my best friend was one of the baddest bitches, on her worst behavior. Samaya looked up and admired her friends choice of attire.

    Ever since theywere kids she had them niggas eating out of the palm of her hand, and they didn't give a damn that she was a full blown tom boy. All the lil niggas was out to change her into their main bitch, but she wasn't havin that.

     She was just as thugged out as they come, she felt there was no need to be scared when you could be feared. When you have to raise yourself you see a lot of things and you have to grow up real quick, Taraya was only fifteen when she caught her first body shit changed her whole outlook on life. She learned the number one rule in the hood, kill or be killed it was just a dog eat dog kinda lifestyle for the both of them.

"Okay damn ma'am I see yo cute ass!"

"Girl I told you I can put it together, you lookin too sexy yourself  chicka let's  get the hell up outta here, I don't want to see this room again til the sun comes up.

       Hopping in the Range they blasted "Tracy T on me" all the way to club Vonix. Samaya was looking forward to tonight she could finally relax and let loose just a bit. Pulling up to the club 20 minutes later they walked into the club with all eyes on them, from the niggas that wanted to wife, smash,and fuck them to the bitches that wanted to be, kill, and fuck them.

    "Do you see her, she said she was here when I talked to her an hour ago." Samaya asked standing by the bar looking for Journey and her lil bad ass friends, she didn't even want to bring all of them in here but she wanted Journey to have a good time, and to not let her girls tag along wouldn't be right.