Chapter Six

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So, we get to Club Hue's around 10:30pm. You can hear the music blaring from the outside. Before we get out the car, I gave Cresha the pep talk.

"Alright Cresha. I'm only out here for you. I better not catch you with no lame ass niggas, bimbo's or wannabes. If you wanna get your groove on make sure they don't look like a walking disease" I said.

She just rolls her eyes at me.

"Okay mother are you done?" she says.

"Alright, you keep playing. I'll leave your ass right here".

"Girl c'mon before they close the club" she said.

Instead of waiting in line with everyone else, we went straight to the bouncer at the door. I heard all those catty bitches yelling "get in the back of the line!" "You can't cut!" All that dumb bullshit. There's perks being a kingpin stepdaughter. Whoever he associates with you get introduced to them.

This club is owed by Malcolm's best friend Richard they go way back. Richard help Malcolm be the successful man that he is today.

The bouncer was dark-skin, 6-4 with loads of muscles.

He stopped us and said, "Whoa ladies, back of the line please."

I simply laughed and told him that I'm Malcolm's daughter and my godfather, Richard, owns this club. He stared at us long and hard. He mumble in his walkie talkie to verify my statement and soon after he let us in.

As soon as we walk in the club, all I smelled was cheap liquor, weed and stank musty ass bodies. I swear everybody in here needs a fucking bath. I covered my nose and looked over to Cresha who was standing to the right of me.

She just rolls her eyes at me.

"Bitch don't do that" she said while laughing.

"Bitch it smells like a funk feast!" I yelled in her ear.

"She yells back, "Well let's get our funk on!".

She disappears into a sea of crowded people. I just ushered my way to the bar.

"Cranberry and vodka" I said to the bartender. He nodded and made my drink.

I made sure I had my eye on Cresha to make sure no bitch is gonna fuck with her. Last time she was here, this bitch name Jasz was trying to fight her because Cresha was dancing with her nigga. The last time I wasn't here but Jasz said they next time she catch her in the club she was gonna shoot her ass.

Thankfully I came prepared. Any shit that pops off tonight will get dealt with by me and Mary. Mary is my 45 caliber that will be aiming for heads if need be tonight. She's resting fine in my purse.

I order two more drinks and had my back turn to the crowd. As I was sipping my second drink, I felt a smooth hand on my back. Then a whisper to my ear, "Wanna dance?"

I turn to my left and I was met with a chocolate skin nigga with a beautiful smile. His muscles was popping out his gray collar shirt. I eyed him up and down.

Short black fade with waves, a full beard that was neatly trimmed and smooth chocolatey skin. Damn I was impressed! He patiently wanted for my response and I signaled him to the dance floor.

Freak it by Lathun was blaring in the club. This fine ass chocolate drop stood behind me and I grinded on him. He planted his hands on my hips and instantly I felt a shiver go down my spine. I twerked on him a little bit and he handled every move with grace.

With my back still turn to him he whispered in my ear "You are sexy as fuck; I love everything your doing to me".

I just smiled and continue grinding on him. I dropped it low and when I came up, I made sure my ass was rubbing against his dick. A big one he has.

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