Money Make Me Cum (Completed)

Lenard A.K.A Big L

I didn't really want to come out but, I said fuck it. I needed a damn break before I snapped. I swear this girl was going to make me kill her. It's cool though, I was definitely moving out this bitch. Once my house was officially done. Hopefully in the next few months.

Pulling up to the club it looked like all the little niggas was out tonight. I just hope didn't nobody get stupid. Last time I was ready to body somebody. Walking in we headed for our normal section. No sooner than we sat down all the bitches came flocking over.

Some was cute, others no so much. Hey, you know you fine then fuck it. After getting our drinks, I seen shorty making her way over to us. Thing was, she wasn't a dancer little mama was coming for something. Watching her interaction with the homies, I was quite impressed. She just had to learn some manners.

It was kinda fucked up to know one of my niggas was snorting the shit. I did have my suspicion but never the evidence. For a complete stranger to point that out fucked it up even more. Watching shorty make her exit, I was now focused on finding out about this supposed meeting.

Looking around I couldn't find her. The moment shorty left, she was gone.

“You looking for that stripper butch from last time ain't you?”

“First of all, call her out her name again”

“Damn nigga, I'm just saying. Don't get all swole in the chest with me?

Me: Have Candy Cane me in the back

D-Jay: I'm on it

Pouring me a shot I waited for the text letting me know everything was good. It was bothering the hell outta me about this so called meeting. Last I checked she didn't have shit to do with it anymore. Unless baby girl wants to go from stripper pole to cutting dope. Which I honestly doubt that, I wouldn't even let her do no shit like that. 

Buzz

Buzz

D-Jay: Go head back, she will meet you in there.

Me: Good looking out. Did you tell her it was me?

D-Jay: Mums the word. 

Me: Cool

Sliding my phone back in my pocket I drank my shot and headed to the back.

“Aye, I'm about to the back. Make sure shit stay solid”

“I got you, just make you wear a rubber. You don't know need no more kids”

“Fuck you Ace”

Mushing him in the head I swear that nigga talk more than a little bit. That's my nigga though, he more like a brother to me then my real brother sometimes. That's a different story for a different day. Getting into the room, ingot comfortable on the couch, pulled the blunt from behind my ear and sipped on my drink until shorty came. I don't know what it was watching the door slowly open that had my heart beating fast. Which was a first for a nigga like me.

“Heard you was waiting for me”

“Heard you was looking for me”

Closing the door behind her I knew this was about to be interesting……..