Things Hoes Say

Show your tits! Show your tits! Show your tits!

As the bourbon street crowd chanted out to the women standing on the balcony above the street.

"Girl... these white people are crazy showing their titties for beads." Tykia telling her friends as they darted through the crowd, and pushing away groping hands trying to grab their breast. Once they made it to the end of the street, they laughed at how one of their friends almost got caught in the madness.

Tykia told her friend, "Keep playing with those folks if you want to... You're going to be on girls gone wild, the itty bitty titty addition."

The girls laughed making their way down Bourbon Street trying to get to Razzo's. They were stopped by a group of college boys who attended Xavier University. The young men asked them was there any clubs along bourbon that played hip hop music.

Tykia quickly answered,

"sure.... And they have a strip contest, want to be my partner?" As she rub her hands across the chest of the tallest of the group while laughing. It was obvious she was inebriated. Her and her girls told the young men to follow them. They were headed to the club that played hip hop music anyway. The young ladies told them they know the bouncer at the door so whoever don't have a I.d. can follow them in. It was one of the girls cousins' boyfriend, but all the guys were old enough to get in. Once they made it in the club the dudes started talking amongst themselves figuring that the ladies weren't old enough to get in.

"Man them chicks are young" Broderick telling his friends.

Carl said, "I know, but that one in them white shorts fine as fuck though! How old do you think she is B?" As Carl stood there and watched how Tykia moved on the dance floor. He was licking his chops as if he were a lion in the Sahara about to feast on its prey.

Broderick said "I don't know... I can't mess with any young chicks like that. They build jails on top of niggas for that shit."

Carl didn't want to hear that so he step to Tykia and whispered in her ear, "I didn't get your name Ms. fake I.d."

She turned to Carl and said, "you don't need an I.d. When you riding with me," with a smile on her face.

Carl:
"But you didn't answer the question, ma."

Tykia:
"Ma?...Were are you from?" She asked him as she picked up on his accent.

"I'm from Jersey. Where you from?"

"I'm from Slidell you know where that is?"

Carl said, "yeah I know where that is" as he laughed at her Louisiana slang.
"Thats like twenty minutes outside of New Orleans, on the other side of the lake. I have few friends that go to school with me from there."

"Oh where do you go to school, and it's Tykia by the way."

"I go to Xavier and I'm Carl" as he extended his hand out for a hand shake. Carl seen how Tykia was willing to spar back with some small talk.

As the night came to a close the group left off of Bourbon together. Tykia and Carl were inseparable on the walk back to the car. He wanted to see what was inside of those white shorts. And she wanted him to see that little pink thong. She gave him her address and told him to come pick her up once he dropped off his friends. Carl already knew what time it was from there. The juvenile wanted to try out a college boy. She knew it would be more fun to get some from a college boy than the little high school boys she went to school with.

Carl picked her up and fucked right in the car. It was just that simple. She pulled her first hoe move.

Now let's see the 'real' Ms. Tykia unleashed!

Continued..

After her high school rendezvous on Bourbon Street she decided she wanted to attend Clark Atlanta University to pursue her degree. She had a few choices, but Clark was furthest away from little Slidell.

When she first arrived to Atlanta she was in awe. Big city, major freeways, and people from everywhere. The black Mecca of the south was at her doorstep. Tykia's parents helped her move into her dorm room where she was introduced to the RA of the floor and was given her keys and dormitory guidelines. From high school to college was huge transition for a small town girl. Finally free from her parents, she was ready, but unprepared to step into the real world.

Now, Tykia was always ambitious. She was far from a dummy when it came to book smarts, but when it came to male the species she was clueless. Her suitemates were from all over the map, north, east, south, and the west coast. She even had a suitemate from Jamaica who can dance like she was a video chorographer.

One night her and her suitemates attended their first step show at Clark Atlanta. She was amazed by all the sexy and cute guys who were in the fraternities. After the step show, they all went to the Que's frat house for the after party. She noticed this one guy was getting all of the attention from the ladies. He was the Frats president and getting some greek love from his sorority sisters on tonights big win. She didn't know they had brothers and sisters in Greek organizations. She watched how he got high fives from the fellas and hugs from the ladies. She just knew he was the one to have. Tykia, standing there drinking her Omega Oil started getting some liquid courage. Omega oil is a mixture of all the clear liquors and grape fruit punch, a drink the Que's serve at all of their parties. She finally built up enough nerve to approach the Prez.
"I didn't know when ya'll stomp it sounds like thunder for real." Her pick line was so corny and wack, it made the guy spit his drink back into his cup.
The Prez saying to himself, "I can't believe this Hoe just said that." But Prez being the dude that he is, took advantage of the young freshman. It was nothing like groupie sex to Frat boys. She set herself up with that weak ass line.