Honey Vol 1

1

In Memory of
Martell Lane
Aka
"Tell"
Thanks 4 your blessing.

"Tiff....Tiff....Wake up girl Will on the phone"  I could hear Milan, inches away from my face. She nudged me gently as I began to open my eyes. I flipped over to my left side and grabbed the phone from her hands.

"Hello?" I croaked, barely awake.

"I got that shit you was lookin for...But you gone have to come get it." Will said into the phone.

"You was supposed to drop it off anyway, what happened to that?" I asked, clearly getting irritated with this jack ass on my phone.

"I'm busy Tiff damn! Come get it, send Storm, send somebody" He shouted.

"Yeah...Alright." I hung up. Will is this bomb lil nigga I met while I was working at the Pantheion. He had a lil money, but the reason I wanted his ass was for that fish scale he kept on deck. My only problem is the nigga ain't consistent. I figured out why he didn't keep the good shit all the time. He working for somebody. Figures. Me and my girls had a wild party last night in the Greektown suite. We had the room for a couple more days so I wanted to get fucked up with my girls today. I jumped off the comfortable king sized bed and stretched toward the window. We had the perfect view of downtown Detroit.   I stumbled into the bathroom and right into Kendra, who was sitting on the toilet. We girls, we been dancing together for 4 years now and I couldn't imagine having any other friends. Kendra was the baby. 22 years old, body to die for, pretty pecan colored skin and dark eyes with long thick eyelashes and eyebrows. She was quite reserved, never the wild one, but always the one watching our backs when we would get too drunk and high in the club. Storm was the wildcard. 24 years old. Short blonde hair, 38 DD titties, the tiniest waist and a bubble butt that fit her frame perfectly. Her name fit her personality because out of the 10 fights we got in at The Pantheion, The Crazy Horse, and Legends, Storm started them all. We just finished them. Hoes hated us but they especially hated Milan. She was the pretty girl of our clique. 25 years old, Long jet black hair that hung down her back. Perfect toned body and a beautiful set of blueish grey eyes. Milan got caught up in the game fuckin with this nigga named Rob from around the way. I cant lie, Rob was the man around our way. He kept the bag, he kept the fliest rides and he kept the baddest hoes. That's how I met Milan. She was riding shotgun with Rob one day while he was coming to serve me my morning bump. We talked a little while he was bagging up my gram. He suggested we take each others number since he was "tryna keep Mi Mi outta trouble". What the fuck was he thinkin setting her up to be friends with me? I'm Tiffany Shanae Curry. 26 years old. 5'4 145 lbs, honey colored, with deep hazel eyes. I got introduced to coke while I was fuckin with this nigga they call Fats in the Brewster's. He showed me how to snort coke, how to tell if its been cut and how to know my own limits. He introduced me to a lot of shit. Shit that maybe wasn't right. I turned my first trick for Fats. Dude payed me 300 just to eat my pussy. That was good money so of course I let him do it. 3 years after that, I started dancing. At first, I was just doing private parties. You know the deal, a hotel room full of horny niggas, who wanted nothing but to see me twerk. I was hooked after that. I started dancing on the regular, and became one of the top dancers at The Pantheion. Everything was falling in place for my clique......Until I met Andre.