Dang it's already 11:30 these men are such perverts old ass men look like they need to be in the nursing home but whateva they throwing the shmoney I peep some hundreds dollars must be retirement money okay my shift over let me hit this split so these men can full my pockets.
"give it up for Brit Brat, shawty bad" the D.J saids. Okay I'm ready to dip I'm dumb hot I need a nice breeze to hit me and Brandon better be out here too the fact that he waste my time in front of his door he bet not waste my time to night. I walked out side and there he was and his all black laborgine that bright smile and those dimples made my knees almost buckle. "Hey baby I told you I'll be here on time" he said. Here he go with this baby word why can't he call me Brit or Brittany it's really not that hard. "Hi Brandon and it's Brittany by the way just in case you forgot". I said
"Okay Okay sorry hey Brit Brat" he smiled. "See now you trying me let me call this cab" I said getting annoyed.
"No Brittany come on don't be like that get in the car" he chuckled "And drove of. Why you so damn childish why everything is so funny to you huh?" I questioned him. "It's sexy I like Brit Brat It fits you well, how come you never gave the choice to call you Brit Brat?" he smiled. "It's my stripper name, why do you ask me so much questions?" I got annoyed once again. "Okay I stop" he said with a serious tone still smiling. We finally pulled up to his house I was so exhausted I barely could pick up my duffle bag. "C'mon Brit let me pick you up this time you look really tired" he said
"Fine but, let me grab my duffle bag I don't play with my shmoney" I said all serious. "Brittany I Don't want your money I got enough money to pay for you and me" he said all serious. "I feel offended what the hell is that suppose to mean you tryna say you got more money than me?" I said annoyed. "No it was a joke Brit I'm sure we make the same amount on daily you might even make more than me with all that junk and your trunk" he said. I didn't know if i should still feel offended or feel better that I might be making more money than him the then it clicked to me what the hell dose he do for a living to even own a house this big? I wonder to myself. "Lay right here" he said. "Uh where you going? show me where the bathroom is I need to take a shower" I said. "let me take you up there" he said. "No it's okay you've done enough I'm exhausted but I'm not handicapped" I said serious. He laughed everything I say is funny I guess I got comedy written across my forehead now. "The bathroom is upstairs on your left" he said directing me here's some soap washcloth and a towel" he smiled. Thank you"I said as I walked away.
I heard him mumble damn under his breathe looking at my ass he not get no more of this hmm.. I was crazy enough to let him get some the first time I got in the shower and took a 10 min hot shower smelling like Dove cocoa butter got out and dried myself with the towel. "Damn" I said to myself I don't have no clothes to sleep in 'Knock Knock' "yes Brandon" I said
"I have a big white t you can wear, realize you didn't have anything to dress in" he said I crack the door a little bit and grab the shirt "thank you" I said. He "chucked you welcome baby". I just rolled my eyes." Hey Brit Brat?". "yes Brandon" I said. I gotta makes some stops I'll be back in the AM if you want you can sleep on the couch or in my room okay can I trust you in the house by yourself while I'm gone ?" he said. What type of question was that I thought to myself , sure you can trust me" I said sarcastically." Alright sleep tight Brit Brat" he said walking out the door. How he gonna ask me do he trust me he should be making sure I trust him he still considered a stranger but whatever, my body is exhausted and I'm not trying to lay on no couch tonight so the bed it is might as well since I already now what it feels like.
