man, renee's boyfriend is a fuckin trip boy. we're coming out the restaurant & this nigga is sitting inside the truck. i was like nee who the shit is inside that truck & she was like aint nobody in
my truck. then the door opened i had my mace out & ready to spreay when i saw it was jerrod, i still coulda maced him but that nigga is ten notches past crazy. anyways he starts hollerin
"renee, why the fuck are you here? didnt i say i want yo ass in that fucking house tonight? i got that locator chip on the fucking truck, renee take ya friends home & get ya ass in the house, taking my damn truck while im sleep girl ooooooh ooooh"
"jey you said i can go out tonight."
"that house aint clean."
in my head im dyin, but if he put his hands on her i woulda maced that ass something awful. jerrod is just verbally abusive, renee doesnt wanna leave his ass & we're all tired of the interventions. so we let them do them. the whole ride back to my house was silent, aside from renee's random pleads to just stay out. it trips me out that she's a grown ass woman asking a nigga that isnt her father for permission to do anything. no amount of money can have me beggin for anything, thats a negative cause i run this shit regardless.
i dont like driving to the hood which is the main reason we took the truck, but seeing as how re's boyfriend got her on punishment & im the only one left as a possible ride . . . i drove. i hate the clubs cover charge, $15 & nothing is ever poppin. that's why i dont tip the strippers. but anyways they picked me out of the crowd for a "demonstration" & boy i backslid ten times from whatever that nigga was doing. its was like magic between my legs, i know he felt it getting wet, why he started dry humping me harder. this nigga was really getting it in. when the song was over he failed to stop, and by then i was already completely lost & in my own world. best non sex i ever had.
before we left i went to the gas station, you know them hos struggled to ante up the cash. i walked inside the store to pay for gas & buy a mucho mango arizona when there he was, looking even better in light. i ignored him, even thoe my heart was racing. he tapped me on the shoulder & i turned around with this evil mug on my face. "my bad mama, i was gone ask if you enjoyed the show but i already know you did." LMAOOO, bitch. i did thoe, it was the kinda shit that would make you cheat on ya man & not give a fuck if he found out.
"is that ya real hair?"
"didnt you already rub on my head to check in the club?"
"im askin"
"dont"
"i cant ask any questions?"
"you can do whatever you want."
"fiesty, thats what ima call you. FIESTAAAAAY."
"not like that."
"what?"
"FIESTAAAAAY."
"okay, well gime ya number & i promise i wont do it again."
"i need to go pump this gas."
"ill come with you, no problem."
"whatever."
so we walk to my car, my homegirl chris was hype cause she like him. i mean really liked him, she was loud as hell like hey baby & it was soooo damn funny how he dismissed her.
"get back back in the car ma, grown folks are talkin."
DEADDD
i laughed cause she's three years older than me. but anyways he asks for my number again & i gave it to him, chris was kinda salty but so what. by the time i got home my cell was dead so if he called he woulda got my voice mail. we'll see what happens thoe. (:
