A Pimp In Pumps Read Free Page A

girl. The party ain’t over. We got a suite at the Courtyard Marriot downtown, plenty of dranks and weed for you to smoke.”
                  He winked knowing that I was more of a smoker than a drinker. He would drink occasionally instead of smoking since he was an athlete.
                  “A’ight, but you gotta take some pictures of me in my dress nigga. I’m flawless.’
                  “Yes you are ma,” he agreed.
                  I looked around at my girls Jordan, Cherie, Bells and Nadia. Their boos Travis, Deshaun, Chris and Tremaine were standing behind each of them. At least I was surrounded by my closest friends. The night was still young and I was going to enjoy life while I could, but first I had to get rid of that damn blunt.
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                  Back at the suite, the party continued. It was just the crew and we had the music blasting, the drinks flowing and the blunts burning. We were all so close, but I was closer to Jordan and Kamal than anyone else. All I wanted to do was talk to them about how scared I was of what could possibly happen with my father. The weed was helping with the anxiety and Jordan’s crazy ass was keeping the laughs rolling like always.
                  “Did ya’ll see how that bitch Tianna flew through the air when Shanice hit her wit’ that punch to her throat?” Jordan asked as she acted it out.
                  We all fell out laughing at her antics.
                  “Hell yeah,” Cherie chimed in. “I was enjoyin’ that fight, but I did wanna take pictures.”
                  “Me too,” I said.
                  Nadia stood up and acted out the fight with Jordan. With chestnut brown skin and honey colored eyes, she was the thickest one in the crew and the shortest. At 5’1 she had enough ass and titties for all of us. A few blunts were in rotation and the boys were watching ESPN as we laughed and joked.
                  “Man, ya’ll really think Tevin knocked that chick up though?” Deshaun asked. He was about 6’0 with cinnamon toned skin.
                  They didn’t usually join in on our gossip, but Tevin played basketball with them.
                  “I’on know nigga. I ain’t worried ‘bout no dick other than mine,” Kamal put in his input with a sarcastic laugh.
                  Chris pounded him up. “I feel you on that shit. I’m fucked up and I’m tryna get me some.” He was the shortest of the guys at 5’10, with pretty green eyes and dark, smooth skin.
                  “Well, in that case, ya’ll need to head on to your own suite, ‘cause it ain’t but two bedrooms up in here,” Kamal’s fingers crept up my thigh and the heat between us told me that the party with our friends was over.
                  It was time for our own party.
                  Jordan and Travis were sharing the suite with us and the rest of the crew had their own rooms. Once they left me and Kamal retreated off to our own room in the suite. I didn’t even give a damn what Jordan and Travis were doing. All I wanted was to be distracted from what was really going on and Kamal was a professional at that. Although he wasn’t the one who took my virginity, I wasn’t really that experienced when it came to sex. I’d had sex with my first love Daniel, who had been shot to death less than two months after I lost my virginity. My father was a pimp and I knew all about sex, but he’d always taught me not to be promiscuous. Why was he on my mind while I was with my man?
                  “You okay baby?” Kamal was kissing my neck and he must’ve noticed how tense I was because he stopped.
                  “As much as I don’t wanna be, I’m worried ‘bout my daddy.” My teary eyes were on his.
                  He held me