Honey Vol 1

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Andre S. Johnson
6'6
280 lbs of perfectly placed muscles
Dark chocolate skin
Smooth ceaser cut
Full beard
100% pure Haitian

Andre was my dream nigga. He fine as fuck. I met him one night at The Pantheion. It was Sino birthday, so the club was packed. Like wall to wall niggas. Me and my crew were in the building, workin the fuck outta niggas. VIPs back to back, wall dances, table dances, stage shows. It was lit! I was fresh off a wall dance, headed back to the locker room. Like clockwork, Kendra aka Baby was stepping off stage with her Nike duffle bag full of singles, fives and other bills. I looked behind me and Milan aka Spicy was parting the crowd, smiling in niggas faces on her way towards the dressing room. As I opened the curtain to the locker room, I pulled my stringy bikini top over my head & tossed it onto my station. Storm came in shortly after we did.
"Bitch its so much money out there!" Storm said as she enteted the dressing room. I was in the shower, but I could hear my girls loud and clear.
"I knnoowwww Look at this shit! I need another bag!" Milan said with a laugh.
"Naw did yall see Sino tho?!" Kendra asked as she gently wiped her areas with baby wipes & summers eve wet wipes.
"Girl Yes! I was tryna get a lil closer and hopefully get a dance with the nigga but Cream nasty ass was all up in his face!" Storm said with a attitude.
"Ugh she out there tryna give that man that nasty womens disease! She must be stopped!" I shouted from the shower. The laughs were contagious as I stepped out into my towel and into the main area of the dressing room. We were chillin hard because the rest of the hoes were busy popping pussy and trying their very best to get taken home by Sino or one of his homeboys. But US, MY bitches? We not thirsty for shit. We rake money in any club in Detroit with no effort. Niggas respect us because we respect ourselves and our hustle. Every 2 hours we met up in the dressing room to clean ourselves up and change outfits. We giggled for a little longer as we moisturized, sprayed our expensive fragrances and made our way back into the party. Immediately we fanned out. I was shaking hands and talking with some lame nigga when Kendra tapped me on my shoulder. She got close to my ear.
"I was just over there with a nigga from Sino party...I told him I would get some fresh faces and come over there..."
She said this shit fast and clearly. I looked up toward the huge VIP booth and saw the life. Bottles flowing. Blunts in heavy rotation. From my spot I counted 7 Presidential Rolex's. At that moment Kendra's man pointed down toward us and did his finger in a 'come here' motion with a smile. I smiled back and immediately scanned the room for Milan and Storm. Storm was in a dark corner with some scrub winding her body up and down his against the wall. Milan was into a table dance, her arms wrapped around a nigga giving him the grinding of his life as he frantically stuffed 20 dollar bills where ever he could.
"Alright im bouta go get them, you go ahead up there and let him know you got 3 more comin" I told her. She nodded and slid through the crowd. As I made my way toward Storm in the corner, I felt a light tug on my elbow. Not enough to hurt, but enough for me to take my eyes off Storm and pay attention. My eyes couldnt take this man.
"Wassup, can I get a dance?" He said with a smile. I couldn't say shit.
"Honey, Baby and Hurrikane (Storm) please bring yall sexy asses up top! We need some professional help up here these hoes tied and need a bath!" Sino slurred in the mic.
Laughter errupted in the club as the DJ dropped the beat to the ever classic "Corporate Thuggin" by Young Jeezy. I looked up at the beauty before me.
"Bye Honey....." He said flatly, lookin me dead in my eyes. I snapped outta my daze and headed up top to meet Kendra, Storm and Milan.
Oh my. The VIP was a whole different party. Sino was seated on a huge couch, surrounded by money which had fallen around him. Kendra was already in motion. She was on their table, shaking her ass to the classic Jeezy cut. I went straight for the gold. I slid onto the couch next to him as he placed his Hennessy bottle to his lips and took a sip.
"Wassup Sino Happy Birthday Boo!" I said.
"I appreciate it baby." He said smooth as hell.
"You want a dance or something? I got something special for you..." I said as I stood up and removed the leather skirt revealing a barely there g string & top. I removed the top for him, putting my natural 34C pierced titties in his full view. If I didn't have his attention at first, I definitely did now.
He sat up straight from a slouched position as I moved my body for him. He reached up toward the table and grabbed his thick stack of five dollar bills. He tossed them at me slow and sexy as I continued my show. The music had switched to some old R. Kelly song by then I had straddled him and was grinding slow to whatever beat was playing in my head and my hips. His hands were all over me, in opposed to our "No Touching" policy. The moment was intense as I became a little more aggressive than usual by grabbing his dick through his Detroit Plugged jogging pants. He perked up, even though I could feel it pressing against the now wet thin lace, the only thing creating a barrier between the juiciness of my pussy and his pants.
"Not up in here..." He whispered in her ear.
"Where then....." I asked.
"Ion know...Ion be fuckin strippers..."He said
"Oh I'm more than a stripper baby...Its cool...I love a challenge....lemme see yo phone..." I said, not even mad at him. I had the nigga right where I wanted and he aint even know. See, Sino wasn't a easy target. He was smart on these streets. That's exactly why I needed him. He handed me his phone, I remained on his lap as I programmed my number. I looked over both shoulders, The party was still in full swing. I collected a few of the bills and stood up.
"Call me...."I said with a seductive smile as I walked away....

I headed toward the bar in need of a serious drink. I was horny as hell, Drunk as fuck, ready to fuck and feeling slightly rejected by Sino. As I drowned my pain through Patron, a familiar face slid up to the bar next to me.
"So we meet again...."He said. It was mr sexy from earlier. He caught me at the perfect moment and his eyes said he knew it.
"Wassup baby? ' I asked.
"You...I been locked in on you since I saw you earlier...Im Andre..." He said
"Im Honey..."I said
He flashed a perfect row of pretty white teeth. I damn near melted. He straight hypnotized me. I was spent. He took my soul into his and froze me right there at the bar. It was definitely something different about him. Definitely.
"Let's get outta here..."