Sex and The White Kingpin

9

Marcus Laurent

I'd known Tasha since we'd been in high school. She'd been kind of a geek, I got her to do my homework and shit and in return I kept her from being bullied.

I knew she was destined to go off to college or some shit. And she had, only to turn around and come back to Charlotte.

On a chance encountered we'd bumped into each other at the mall food court. I'd been with a girlfriend at the time but Tasha's ass had filled out. I was ready to fuck the second I saw her.

She'd been wearing a green sundress, the shit looked like silk with fuck me wedges on.

Casually, Imani went non existent and me and Tasha started hooking up.

"I dont think they're coming," Tasha said.

I agreed. "Kane on some other shit tonight. I've never seen him interested in a stripper bitch like that before."

Tasha's eyes narrowed and I knew I'd fucked up and wouldnt be getting any pussy tonight if I didnt watch my tone. Tasha really cared about these girls, it drove me crazy to see. I'd never tell her that.

"Dont call them that, you know that shit pisses me the fuck off and I'll loose an appetite real quick."

"Girl you gone eat this fucking good. Chill out. I hate when you get pressed over some stupid ass stripper bitches."

"Really? Know what Marcus, fuck you and your bullshit tonight."

She got up from the table and stormed out just as the food was being set down. The shorty serving us was fine as fuck, though.

"She got a temper," shorty said.

"Yeah and?"

"So what I gotta do to fuck with a baller like you," she looked me up and down.

Maybe I'd get some tonight after all. I slid out a business card and then through a hundred on the table and walked out to where Tasha was.

"So you just gone leave like that?"

"Yup."

She didnt even glance in a nigga direction. "Real cute, Tasha."

"Nigga,l she whirled on me as the Uber pulled up. "I keep it cute at all times. Get up with the pancake bitch you just slid your card to. Grimey fucker."

"Fuck," I muttered and noted it was a full moon tonight.