Baby You Cant Handle Me

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     Christina Milian's  Dip It Low blasted through the clubs speakers and airwaves thick through the grimy and hot club filled with sweaty bodies full of liquor and pills of ecstasy. Pills of all drug names were being given out and even the bouncer offered me some saying that it would loosen me me up.

The thing is I don't need it to have a good time. I have my girls with me and my man Davion and plenty of liquor in the bar. Speaking of Davion I felt his strong tattooed arms wrap around my curvy waist covered in my tight leather mini skirt.

Hey, I like to show a little skin, including my hot pink crop top that exposed just the right amount of my busty cleavage. Davion didn't mind it, so I wore it and I felt hot.

'Dip it low, pick it up slow, roll it all around, poke it out like ya back broke' the song roared and I did exactly as it said. Sticking out my thick bottom and rolling it better than most strippers. I could tell or more importantly feel that Davion was enjoying it.

Everything about this was a perfect image of how my life has been this past year since I met Davion. He was the hottest gangster I had met in all of Atlanta Georgia with more ice around his neck than P.Diddy  and more cars and money than Chris Brown which by the way is a 4 compared to Davion.

Before I met him and made all my new friends I was just a average nerdy college student at the University of West Georgia. Which I still attend classes to because its my final year there and I'd be an idiot if I left now.

Davion pretty much pays all of my expenses including a studio apartment and my car and clothes. What can I say when he hustles and grinds it ain't for nothing.

My best friend Tatiana pulled me aside to the bar and pulled me into a big hug. She squealed "Oh My God! This club is bumping better than anything I've been to before, thanks for inviting me to hang Val!"

"Of course babe! I think I'm sweatin' my weave out" Tati and I giggled and headed back to the floor and danced grinding our hips and I could see Davion looking which just encouraged me more.

The night had just started and I could tell it was gonna be a wild one.

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