Entering the club hand in hand. Janae & Ken were both lookin like a snack.
Heading up to V.I.P. The security guard Stanley pulled the rope back, and let them through.
Ken's friend Ben was already up there, with a bottle in his hand, while getting a lap dance from none other than The Puerto Rican Princess.
Ben's real name was Franklin Reginald Karter. But no where in that is a hood or street name. So folks started calling him Ben. Why? Because he was always about his paper.
At 5 years old he was selling skittles on the playground. At 15 he was cutting the whole neighbor's grass, watering their plants, walking their dogs. & by the age of 19 he was sellin straight rocks.
No matter what he always had a hustle, & on top of that he knew how to save. So the hood simply put the "Ben" in front of Franklin, & started calling him that.
"How's it going partner?" Ben asked slapping hands with Ken.
"Shit, man. I can't complain." Ken replied with a small smirk, while pulling Janae closer to him.
"Oh you got the lady with you tonight?" Ben asked as he pulled Janae into a hug.
"I ain't seen y'all asses together in a minute. So that shows how long y'all done been on the rocks. But I'm happy to see y'all out here tonight, yo. Forreal."
"Thanks man." Ken replied, with a smile. The waitress soon entered the V.I P. with bottles for everyone.
With a smile she served everyone with no problems. & did her job to a T.
"What's yo name?" Janae asked the waitress, while taking her bottle to the head.
"Mistee."
"That's yo real name?"
"Nah." She shook her head.
"Well Mistee, that ass fat." Janae spoke eyeing it.
"Yeah, I know." Mistee replied, causing both her and Janae to break into a fit of laughter.
"Where Ya friend at? I thought y'all was meeting each other here." Ken asked, whispering in Janae's ear.
"She said that she'll be here in 5. Why?" "I'm just tryna see, who this broad is, that done got my lady out the house."
"Well there she go." Janae replied, standing up & hugging a short chocolate chick who had just walked into V.I.P.
"Oooooo, bitch you cute!" Summer yelled, while scoping Janae out from head to toe, and pulling her into a hug.
"Oh nah, bitch you the cute one. You got the titties out. You got the thighs out. Everything all oiled up & glistening & shit. Lemme find out!"
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"Well, you know, you know. It's my birthday, soo. I had to get right, ya know. Slaying isn't a option, it's a necessity. Ya feel me!" Summer smiled while making hella goofy faces.
