"Bitchhhhh, this hotel is nice!" Sheda said. We were staying at the Ritz-Carlton hotel off of South Beach. We had an amazing view of everything including the beach.
"So what are we doing first?" She da asked. "I don't know about you but I want to take a shower, get food, and of course go shopping!" "Okay, bet! Let's leave in about an hour and a half?" She replied.
"Bet!" I said as I left her suite and walked into mine. Our rooms were connected. I turned on my speaker and City Girls blasted while I took my shower.
I decided on wearing a wearing a cream blouse with polka dots, my Leather skinny high waist pants and my red Steve Madden strap ons. I beat my face to perfection.
"You did that bitch." That's what I said to myself.
"Sheda you ready suh?" I yelled. I walked in to her taking a selfie. She had on this olive green romper with some wrap around dark maroon Gucci heels. My bitch was bad! We walked outside to the GWagon we were renting for the weekend and Sheda was driving.
We had decided on the Sugar Factory. After dinner we hit up every outlet that we could before we were exhausted!
We headed back to the hotel. "So, all I see on social media is Story Night Club is the place to be tonight." Sheda said. "Okay, make a call and get us a VIP section. I'm about to take a nap bitch." "Bet!" She replied.
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"Damn, this Club was thick as hell." I yelled over the loud music to Sheda. I wore this red dressed that stopped at my thighs with a deep v cut in the front. I wore my wrap around Chanel heels. Red was my color, and it complimented my skin well.
We were sipping on some Hennessy and Coke. Of course they played City Girls, "Take Your Man." We got up and started dancing. We was so turned up that we didn't notice a crowd full of guys walking into VIP, staring at us.
The DJ paused the music and said, "We got MoneyBagg Yo in the fucking building!" The crowd went crazy and the DJ played Reflection. Me and Sheda started back dancing, not even thinking about who he was. The liquor had me feeling myself, and I just wanted to dance and have a good time.
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I couldn't help but stare at her. That was the mean ass girl from the restaurant in Atlanta. I never forgot a face. She didn't look so stuck up, instead she was enjoying herself.
It was a fucking turn on seeing her twerk that ass to my song. I had on my dark shades and no one could see my eyes. I had just got done performing at my concert and decided to come out. I wondered what brought her here to Miami.
I wanted to talk to her but I didn't feel like dealing with her attitude. I sparked my blunt and continued to watch her.
"Nigga are you going to speak to her. Damn all that staring you doing." My nigga Jay said laughing. I mugged the hell out of him and proceeded to look. "I'm about to go over there."
I was never nervous taking to any female but shawty was just different! I got up downed some Remy and walked over there.
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FanfictionDream wasn't your average third year medical student, she lived a double life. After a bad break up Sophomore year, and no financial support from home stripping was her main source of income. By day she was in class, doing clinicals, and at night sh...
