HOW TORI FEELS. . .
I don't really care who's story this is. I am a person, with real feelings. I may not be the easiest of the group to get along with, but oh well. Out of us all...there are two bitchs that I can't stand. The one yall probably know about is Angela. This boogie HOE always has something to say. Thinks she's better than the rest of us. If she's sooooo much better, then why can't she keep a man? Maybe the bitch is just gay, cause I know how my bestie rolls, if you ask me they are too close. lmao.
Real shit
Did this bitch just leave me? I don't know anybody here, I only came to see the drama. I really came to see if my secret is out. So many people might be disappointed, was feeling some type of way, but like I said...'That ain't none of nobody's business". & even more importantly...."Ain't nobody gone whoop no ass". I got a surprise for all you HOES!!!
Tori Denise Johnson ain't scared of nobody. I'll teach her ass better than to leave me high & dry, or wet shall I say.
It's 12:10 in the afternoon, and I'm still standing in front of this damn funeral home. The fact that it's raining, makes it feel colder outside than it really is. With each wind gust, the rain is lifted from the ground. Water not only continuously splashes my face, but all over my new $600 dollar two piece Armani suit. My shoes are ruined. If I force myself to look down at them, I just might give birth to five babies at one time...and a bitch ain't even pregnant.
Now I can't do shit else but laugh. "I got this bitch" ... I can't wait to get home & out of these wet ass clothes. "yeah I've got something up my sleeves".
Tori's Secret...
Its a saturday night in Harlem. The moon is full, the mood is right,plus I'm looking too good not to step out tonight. I don't feel like being around the old crew. I wonder what snow bunny is up too?
That's what I liked to call Mellissa. This cool ass white girl, that I had crossed in traffic a couple of months ago. Picture a Hawk stalking its prey. Its victims rarely even know what's going on, until it's too late. Sad...but true. It felt like sheer instinct.
Another ME takes over, and I know have front roll seats to my own twisted little sequel. Dont judge me...we live in a dog eats dog world.
She was just that type. Looking vulnerable. Sticking out like a huge sore thumb. A dancing dollar sign smh... I must be human though, cause I felt bad, once I got to know her. Lord only knew what I had planned, cause I sholl didn't. All I knew was that she could be used for something, but for now I'll settle for that fat ass first of the month check. Sure to keep my drinks flowing.
I never bother asking her how she feels about hangin out. " If I said that HOE was going" ...she was goin. end of discussion. Yeah, I got it like that. Snow bunnys love me...and I love them back. lmao. . ." I know I'm a trip". Don't fall for me. (poison) .
I decided that we would check out this local strip club called....
THE MEAT MARKET...
Located in the heart of Harlem's Southside, just a couple of blocks away from Kingstown park. On the outside, this place looks like some abandoned ware house. No sign of life anywhere. While on the inside, you wouldn't believe your eyes.
You couldn't even get past the front door without a special code. Two muscle bound masked men with 9mm guns & folded arms guarded each door. Once inside...Everything was different. Cages, swings & chains hung from the ceiling. Huge soft beds, with plush silk pillows were strategically placed in private sections. 62 inch projection screens with cameras sat at the end of each bed. The music that plays is angelic yet seductive. A single candle lit each table top, with red spot lights on every chair. This place even had, a lava foaming Jacuzzi in the floors center. yea, this place was wild. MY kind of party, and its always packed. Many celebrities came in and out during tours.
