I don't have much to say really, but here it goes. I remember me and my 3 boys used to always hang out and talk about the ladies and what we're gonna do with them when we get older. Their names are Rayan, Craig, and Jacob. We had this goal in life that we'd make this sort of "business", by finding the baddest bitches and gettin' em to strip for us. They'd tip us as if we were like some sex therapist or some shit! Hoes be giving us that bank, and I have no problem playing with a bitch heart either. Her fault for falling into the trap! But there were some occasions where a girl would get so pissed that we weren't talking to them anymore, that they'd send an older brother or dope boys after us. Well guess what? All them bitches who came after us are DEAD! Meaning the bitch who sent niggas after us are dead, and for the niggas who "tried" to kill us are dead. Sorry ass souls rotting in a grave some fuckin' where, where I don't care. As you've noticed, I'm the hot headed and the one with the temper. Don't matter to me though, the hoes love my rough and aggressive side. We go by this term called"KLFD". Kiss. Love. Fuck. Duck. Allow me to let you get a small picture of what I'm all about.
"Well damn Alaysia, don't YOU look beautiful in that black dress!", Chresanto said biting his bottom lip and smirking.
Alaysia chuckled and stepped into the car, as Chres opened it for her. "I did it all for you Chres, I had to look good for my boo." Alaysia said as he shut the door.
Chresanto walked around to his side of the car, smirking and he hopped in. "Glad you got all sexy for me, we're gonna have a good time tonight.", he said while winking at her. Chresanto started up the car and sped down the road to Picasso Dé La'Armoùr, the most fancy French restaurant in town.
"Oh my gosh Chresanto, this place is BEAUTIFUL!", Alaysia screeched in happiness.
Chres rubbed the back of his neck and put on a small grin. "Yeah I figured you'd like some fancy shit like this. I'm thoughtful!", he chuckled.
Alaysia strutted over to Chresanto with her clutch purse in her hands in front of her, and leaneed over to kiss his plump soft lips. "Thanks baby, you're the best!", she said walking over to the platform with a waitress waiting to help.
Chresanto watched her ass as she switch her hips back and forth smoothly. He breathed out and fanned himself with his shirt, due to him about to sweat. "Thank you God for this beautiful girl right here! Help me handle all that ass tonight cause Jesus....I'm gonna need you.", he said sighing to himself and smirking while walking up behind her.
"Hello, welcome to Picasso Dé La'Armoùr.", the enthusiastic waitress said with her heavy French accent. "Do you have an uhh reservation?"
"Yes I do..", Chresanto said eying her and biting his bottom lip. She was 24 years old, with black silky hair in a perfectly done sock bun. She was about 5"6 with dark hazel eyes, and a nice body figure for her size.
"Heellloo? Sir, what is your reservation name under?", her French accent spoke.
"Oh!", Chresanto said snapping out of his daze. "August, Chresanto August...", he spoke firmly, watching her scroll through the book.
"Ahh wee, wee! I see your name right here Mr. August, my name is Geneviève, pronounced Gen-a-veve. Follow me this way Mr. August and the beautiful lady, what is your name?"
"Alaysia, Alaysia Jones.", she said smiling at Geneviève in a friendly way. "I can say the same for you too Ms. Geneviève!"
She nodded her head and smiled while leading them to the table. Chresanto watched her ass move in her solid black dress pants, with a white button up shirt and a long black tie. He couldn't help but bite his lip and think in his head "Oh my God I have to have her!"