- Lesbehonest. h.e.s -

- 1. v i p -

Hey pal. I'm Samira and I like pussy.

I've always knew I was gay and fortunately it wasn't hard for me to come out. Although my parents weren't very supportive. Ya see, I'm African and because of that, my very religious parents have basically lectured me my whole life about how it was wrong and unacceptable.

To my benefit, I never really gave a flying fuck.

After high school, I decided to get away from my family. Not only because that was the only thing that motivated me throughout my high school years, also to pursue my long awaited singing career. And what better place to do that than Cali.

I was always told I had a great voice but wanted to hear it from, I don't know....someone relevant. I never really shared my voice with the world. The only people who have heard me sing are my family, and only because they forced me to sing at family gatherings. Plus, I don't really like the idea of going out and sharing my voice. People are snakes and judge so quickly. I think the fuck not.

Since my parents were strict as hell throughout my childhood, I never really had a lot of close friends. I only had Nat. Natalie is my bestfriend and has always accepted me for who I truly am. I wouldn't even call her my bestfriend, I'd call her my sister. Damn I love that bitch.

She moved down to L.A with me to pursue her dream as well. She acts. She's pretty good actually. She's done a few commercials here and there but has never landed a big role. We share a nice flat here, that we can barely afford. That's where I am now. Lying on my bed thinking about my life. Wow. I have a lot of free time. I could be working, but I'm just to much of a lazy bum to take shifts longer than 3hours.

Once we moved to California, we both decided to take a year off before college. Actually we didn't really have a choice. We couldn't really go to school part time and work as much as we needed to, to afford this apartment. I honestly don't understand why we need such a big flat anyway. We're just two idiots who never do the dishes. Oh wait that's just me.

"Get up chick. We're going out tonight." Nat practically sang, running into my room and getting all up in my personal space.

"Why" I mumble, rolling over and throwing my face in a pillow.

"Maybe because it's August 26" she laughed. "Okay and...?" I asked, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"You forgot.....again" she sighed. "I didn't forget I just don't give a fuck" I whined sitting up, leaning back on the headboard of my bed.

"Sammie. You're turning 18. Fucking enjoy yourself, for once. You literally hide in your room every year on your birthday. Have some fun please? You really deserve it" she pleads with wide light brown eyes.

"FINE. But where are we even going?" I ask, finally giving in to her stupid plans. I know Nat so well, we're either gonna come home completely drunk and wake up with terrible hangovers or go out and stay sober the whole night, having no fun.

"THE STRIP CLUB BIOOTCHHH!!" She yodels. "Don't worry. We're going to the one downtown that has guy and girl strippers" she assured me, winking and pointing at me, making me let out a sigh of relief. Last time we went to a strip club, they're were guys all up on me. It was like magic mike up in that bitch.

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Nat and I made our way into the strip club, in sweatpants and hoodies. We're honestly complete bums but its okay because we're bums together. Nat was literally another me, except she liked dick and she's blasian. ( Blasian = black and asian for you clueless bitties )

Oh, and she had some weird obsession with One Direction and Zayn. She'd always be talking about how she missed them because they were on break or some shit like that. I honestly have no idea what that bitch is talking about half the time.

As soon as we walked in, the big dude guarding the place asked for tickets. Fortunately, Nat got VIP tickets so we didn't have to be in a the area where all the unskilled strippers hung out. We got inside and I appreciated the scenery. There were naked girls everywhere and I was planning on enjoying myself tonight.

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After 4 lap dances and one flexible ass acrobat, I finally found Nat again at the back of the club. I didn't even know actual trained acrobats worked in strip clubs until tonight. Huh, I guess you do learn something everyday.

  It was around 3:30 a.m so we were about to head home before Nat let out a weird squeak she only makes once in a while. I turn over to her, finding her shaking and hyperventilating while keeping her gaze in one direction.

"Hey. Um...you aight pal?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows together and waving my hand in her face trying to get her attention.

"I-I'm-jesus fucking christ" she blurts out. "Daddy" she says in awe as my eyes follow her gaze and widen in shock.

He looks exactly like that one dude on Nat's wall who wears really badazzled boots. My eyes travel down to his gold sparkling boots.

"Oh shit. Is that Henry?"

Starting a new book! I don't know if I should discontinue the other one because it has really good feedback but I'm just not feelin it ya know ? What do you guys think? And I know this chapter is short. I'm planning on making them longer. KEY WORD. PLANNING.

This story is gonna be bomb my dudes.