Honey Vol 1

10

Andre'

I saw Honey last night. The bitch aint even call me and let me know she'd be at the party. But it definitely made sense. I watched her from the DJ booth, up in VIP all up in Sino face, and from the looks, he was all in hers too. Oh well, I charge shit to the game. I aint neva been the type of nigga to trip over no bitch. They come & go. Which is why I was happy as fuck to see her home girl send me a friend request. I jumped in that fine bitch inbox so fast. We talked, I gave the bitch my number, and imma meet her at HardBody's tonight. She say she a dancer, so I guess imma pull up and pop a rubber band on this freak bitch back. 

Milan

I sent that friend request so damn fast and sure enough, that nigga bit the bait. I decided I wont be giving Tell none of this pussy. He not on the level of his homeboys and I'd rather not waste miles on a broke nigga. While all my girls getting ready to act a fool at The Pantheion tonight, here I am, curling my hair, getting ready to make my debut at HardBody's. I decided to shade Honey even more, by wearing the brand new custom outfit she bought. I packed my bag and headed out to the club. Once I arrived, I moved to the dressing room. I immediately saw 3 bitches I never wanted to see again. Tashara, Monica & JaShay. These the same three hoes Me Honey Storm and Kendra worked at The Pantheion no less than 2 months earlier. They left the club and never returned. I felt the tension as soon as I pulled the door open.

"OH HELLLLLLL NNNAAAHHHHH" Tashara said.

"Spicy what the fuck you doin up in here bitch you work at The Pantheion" Monica said. She was always the voice of reason in their clique.

"Im workin here tonight. Special request." I said casually as I sat my bad on top of the empty vanity space.

"Bitch I dont give a fuck about no fuckin special request Hoe you cant work here. You think just because you by yourself that I wont smack the fuck outta you bitch?" JaShay asked, walking up into my face.

"Shay. I aint come to this bitch to fight y'all. I came because Dre Dollas asked me to. THATS IT" I said.

"Oh. Dre sent you." Shay said, retreating.

"Bitch you lucky." Tashara said, making her way out of the dressing room. Once the three were gone, I sighed a sigh of pure relief. As I twisted a blunt to ease my mind, a knock came on the dressing room door.

"Whats Up Spicy baby glad you could make it..."Andre said, wrapping his arms around me.

"Thank you for the invite, I really appreciate it." I said, batting my eyelashes.

"Hmm..You welcome....I'll see you when you hit the stage. 20 minutes." He said, letting me go and exiting the room. 20 minutes......

Honey

I stepped into The Pantheion, feeling like I owned the fucking place. I saw plenty of regulars, and a few new faces in the crowd as I made my way towards the dressing room. As I entered, Storm and Kendra were standing at Storm's vanity, watching some loud ass video on Instagram.

"Hey y'all...Whats up?" I asked to neither in particular. Kendra's eyes found mine first.

"Come look at this shit Tiff..." Kendra said. I stepped over as Storm started the video over. Low and behold, Milan's ass, at Hardbody's taking body shots off of JaShay. The same JaShay we ran the fuck up outta here. The bitch takes her shot off JaShay, then the camera pans around to see Andre, receiving this shot, from Milan's mouth, swallowing it like a real fuckin bitch, then kissing this bitch like she was his woman. I wasn't even mad. I wasn't mad at Andre at least. I knew fasure after this, Andre's ass was through. Even though I had no aspirations to even fuck with the nigga like that, especially after my experience with Sino. I was pissed at Milan. I feel like this bitch tryna get under my skin. How you gone try to stunt on me, locking lips with a nigga whole face I rode? How does my pussy taste Milan? Then to top off the backstabbing, this bitch, out here in some shit I designed and bought, shaking her ass and kekekeing with bitches I dont fuck with. I didn't let that shit stop my night though. This bitch wanted to play. She wanted to document the bullshit so lets do it.

"Ken, while I'm on stage tonight, Can you record me? I need it on Instagram." I asked Kendra.

"Fasho. Yo Tiff what the fuck is wrong with Milan man?" Kendra asked as she glided herself into her thong.

"Girl I dont know. I just know that shit is disloyal as fuck, I dont give a fuck what we went through." I said, touching up my makeup.

"Fuck her ladies lets get money!" Storm said, pushing the bullshit out of our heads.

The Pantheion was packed as usual. The niggas know where to come to see the baddest most cleanest bitches in the fuckin D. They knew. I knew they knew when Sino, Tell, Murda, Vez, MarMar and about 6 other dudes walked into the already jam packed bar. I could see the bouncers clearing one side of the stage, making any and everybody sitting there get up & sit elsewhere. These men commanded attention and they got plenty of it. I decided to stay out of sight until it was my turn to dance on stage. From the back room, I could see the other strippers trying their best to get even a dollar out of Sino, while his homeboys threw money constantly. It seemed like every woman wanted HIS attention. Thats exactly what I liked about him. He stayed seated the entire time as 6 other girls went completely out of their way to make sure he saw them. He threw a dollar here and there, and I could see the smiles on the dancers when and if they got his attention. Then. Then it was my turn.

"Comin to the stage.....We got one of the Baddest, Sexiest money makin bitches in this muthafucka...Show some love...For Honeyyyyyy" The DJ announced as I stepped onto the stage. This outfit was brand new and I looked hot. Sino stood up. I squatted down in front of him and made my ass bounce. He responded by dropping 100 dollar bills onto it. I worked my pole as he threw 100's and 50's into the air around me. Kendra stood on the other side of the stage and recorded my show. I twerked my ass with precision to "Money" by Cardi B as this nigga made it thunderstorm around me. I watched Kendra from the corner of my eye. She was hype as hell, cheering me on as I collected this money pile. I shoved all the 100's and 50's into a trash bag and carried it toward the dressing room. I loved all the dirty looks every last one of these hoes were giving. They were mad. The same nigga that gave them 1's and 5's, just turned around and threw thousands of dollars on me like it was nothing. Back in the dressing room, I sat at my vanity and started pulling bills from the bag.

"Girl dont do that up in here. You know these hoes be hating and plottin." Kendra said, wiping sweat from her neck as she replayed the video. The likes and comments started pouring in almost immediately. I smiled big as I watched myself. That was it. I was done dancing for the night, shit I'd made what I'd make in 3 nights, in 10 minutes. I relayed this information to Kendra.

"Thats cool shiddd! I cant wait till I get a big spender up in here like that...Where the fuck is Storm, I didn't see her out on the floor." Kendra said as she sent a text to Storm. The chirp of a incoming message could be heard from the bathroom area of the dressing room. I turned my head toward that way.

"Storm?" I called out.

Kendra texted her phone again.

BLING .

I was full blown confused at that point. I got up off my seat and turned the corner into the restroom.......