not?”
“I don’t know, man. That lawyer shit went to her head. And the fact that she married a street nigga, it fucks with her sometimes.
Especially when shit like this comes up. She’ll be aiight,” Kaylin said. “But yo, tell me about this five-o cat. What’s his
name? Sounds like we both into some shit.”
“Nah, it ain’t like that. Rick. Rick Bryant. Dude lives right down the street and I didn’t even know it. But what I gathered,
he is into all kinds of shit. If things get ugly with this Papi Chulo shit let me know.”
“Yo, you trust him like that?”
“Hell naw! But I got a feeling that we may need to use him for something. What? I don’t know. Plus, he owes me. I saved the
nigga’s ass. Now I can’t get rid of him. He said I remind him of his little brother. I haven’t been able to find out why he
playin’ me close, but I will.”
It was Saturday night at Club New York. Trae and Tasha stepped into their club ready to get their party on. Security escorted
them through the crowd as they headed for the VIP section as Raheem DeVaughn’s praise for the “Woman” blazed through the speakers.
All the ladies’ hands began to wave high up in the air and they all headed for the dance floor, including Tasha.
Trae grabbed a seat, popped a bottle and fired up a blunt. He leaned back in his chair as he watched Tasha sway her hips to
the beat. He got off on watching her dance. He never saw anyone command the beat with the movements of her body the way she
did. After she danced straight through four songs, he waved her over. She sat down on his lap and felt his hard-on. She smiled
and kissed him gently on the lips before taking a sip of what was in his glass.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Trae suggested.
“Baby, we just got here. I came to party.”
“We can party upstairs.”
“Nigga, that’s what you said last week. Un-uh, nigga, come on.” She stood up. “Come on.” She grabbed his hand. “Come dance
with me.” She dragged him out of the VIP section onto the main dance floor. The DJ was obviously trying to prove himself because
he was murdering a remix of 50 Cent’s “I Get Money.” It even had an actual live verse by the old-school rapper Milk himself.
Marvin and Stephon were looking down from the balcony at the dance crowd like proud partners and business owners.
“Man, look at Trae and Tasha. We might as well get them Friday-night passes,” Stephon joked.
“Yeah. My man is already making the most of his investment.” Marvin began nodding his head and did a full spin to Gerald Levert
begging the DJ not to play a slow jam.
Tasha was all over Trae’s dick. When she turned around he grabbed onto her hips and began walking her off the dance floor
toward the elevator.
“Trae, hold up.”
“Don’t even try it. You feel what you’ve done.”
“Excuse me. Mr. Macklin, can I have a moment with you?” Charli said, appearing out of nowhere.
Trae and Tasha both stood in place. Tasha looked the small woman up and down. This was the first time she had been up close
on her. She reminded her of a petite Kimora Simmons.
“Charli, this is my wife, Tasha. Tasha, this is Charli.” Neither one of the women said anything. Trae kissed Tasha on the
cheek. “Charli, what’s up?”
“I have a proposal that I think may interest you.”
“Make sure you give it to Benny.”
Tasha pressed the elevator button, letting Charli know that the conversation was over. She turned around and tongue-kissed
him for emphasis.
Charli frowned and said, “I came here to talk to you because I’ve been unable to reach him. Can you go get us a drink?” she
asked Tasha.
“Ohhh shit,” Trae mumbled and held Tasha tighter.
This bitch
. Tasha snapped, “
Do
I look like the help to you?”
“Charli, I’ll call your office tomorrow,” Trae butted in.
“Don’t call. Come by.” She placed her hand on Trae’s bicep and smiled at Tasha.
Before Tasha could snatch
“I don’t know, man. That lawyer shit went to her head. And the fact that she married a street nigga, it fucks with her sometimes.
Especially when shit like this comes up. She’ll be aiight,” Kaylin said. “But yo, tell me about this five-o cat. What’s his
name? Sounds like we both into some shit.”
“Nah, it ain’t like that. Rick. Rick Bryant. Dude lives right down the street and I didn’t even know it. But what I gathered,
he is into all kinds of shit. If things get ugly with this Papi Chulo shit let me know.”
“Yo, you trust him like that?”
“Hell naw! But I got a feeling that we may need to use him for something. What? I don’t know. Plus, he owes me. I saved the
nigga’s ass. Now I can’t get rid of him. He said I remind him of his little brother. I haven’t been able to find out why he
playin’ me close, but I will.”
It was Saturday night at Club New York. Trae and Tasha stepped into their club ready to get their party on. Security escorted
them through the crowd as they headed for the VIP section as Raheem DeVaughn’s praise for the “Woman” blazed through the speakers.
All the ladies’ hands began to wave high up in the air and they all headed for the dance floor, including Tasha.
Trae grabbed a seat, popped a bottle and fired up a blunt. He leaned back in his chair as he watched Tasha sway her hips to
the beat. He got off on watching her dance. He never saw anyone command the beat with the movements of her body the way she
did. After she danced straight through four songs, he waved her over. She sat down on his lap and felt his hard-on. She smiled
and kissed him gently on the lips before taking a sip of what was in his glass.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Trae suggested.
“Baby, we just got here. I came to party.”
“We can party upstairs.”
“Nigga, that’s what you said last week. Un-uh, nigga, come on.” She stood up. “Come on.” She grabbed his hand. “Come dance
with me.” She dragged him out of the VIP section onto the main dance floor. The DJ was obviously trying to prove himself because
he was murdering a remix of 50 Cent’s “I Get Money.” It even had an actual live verse by the old-school rapper Milk himself.
Marvin and Stephon were looking down from the balcony at the dance crowd like proud partners and business owners.
“Man, look at Trae and Tasha. We might as well get them Friday-night passes,” Stephon joked.
“Yeah. My man is already making the most of his investment.” Marvin began nodding his head and did a full spin to Gerald Levert
begging the DJ not to play a slow jam.
Tasha was all over Trae’s dick. When she turned around he grabbed onto her hips and began walking her off the dance floor
toward the elevator.
“Trae, hold up.”
“Don’t even try it. You feel what you’ve done.”
“Excuse me. Mr. Macklin, can I have a moment with you?” Charli said, appearing out of nowhere.
Trae and Tasha both stood in place. Tasha looked the small woman up and down. This was the first time she had been up close
on her. She reminded her of a petite Kimora Simmons.
“Charli, this is my wife, Tasha. Tasha, this is Charli.” Neither one of the women said anything. Trae kissed Tasha on the
cheek. “Charli, what’s up?”
“I have a proposal that I think may interest you.”
“Make sure you give it to Benny.”
Tasha pressed the elevator button, letting Charli know that the conversation was over. She turned around and tongue-kissed
him for emphasis.
Charli frowned and said, “I came here to talk to you because I’ve been unable to reach him. Can you go get us a drink?” she
asked Tasha.
“Ohhh shit,” Trae mumbled and held Tasha tighter.
This bitch
. Tasha snapped, “
Do
I look like the help to you?”
“Charli, I’ll call your office tomorrow,” Trae butted in.
“Don’t call. Come by.” She placed her hand on Trae’s bicep and smiled at Tasha.
Before Tasha could snatch
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