My name is Shiranda. I'm living life. I'm in my early twenties, living alone, highly curvaceous, and happily single. I vowed a long time ago that I would never be in a relationship EVER again, and I'm living up to it. I'm not hoeing around, but I do have boy-toys. My motto is, "I don't do boyfriends. I do boy-toys." Currently, I have two named Raphael and Chris. I do get hit on a lot. Shit, I'm poppin'. Sooooo Raphael is Puerto Rican and Chris is white. Raphael is ripped, has beautiful eyes, soft, curly hair, and a big, juicy dick. And he's light-skinned with a chiseled jaw and perfect lips. My Puerto Rican Prince sure knows how to put it down. Now don't get it twisted. My White Chocolate is packin', and I ain't talkin' bout guns, although, he's ripped, too. He doesn't have "bologna lips", as Alanna would call them. He has a chiseled jaw, too. He also has beautiful green eyes and brown, straight hair. Well, his eyes are green right now (they change to all kinds of colors). Needless to say, I'm fucking dudes that could be models. And don't worry. I go with them to get checked often. We're all STD and AIDS free. And speaking of Alanna, we're still in contact with each other. We're actually starting our pole-dancing classes today. Yes, we were serious about that. Everyone made jokes about it in high school, but I imagine it being a lot of food. I meant fun. Damn, I'm hungry. Before I go anywhere with Alanna, I'm gonna need something to eat. I might call up one of my toys to go for lunch. I forgot to mention this, but Chris knows how to put it down, too. My boys know how to work with what they got. Yeah, I'ma call Raphael and we gon' eat. Since I'm already ready, I pick up my phone and call him. He picks up on the first ring. "Hey, Ralphy. Wanna go to lunch? Now. Or I could pick you up? I'm actually going somewhere with Alanna afterward. Ok, see you in a few." We hang up. One thing I like about my boy-toys is that I can talk to them about anything. I've told them everything about my friendship with Alanna, all our ups and downs. They listen to me and give me advice. We don't just fuck. They're also my friends. They're really rooting for my photography business. Yep. That's right. I've achieved my dream, and I'm only twenty-two. I take photos for all kinds of celebrities. Beyoncé, Migos, Miguel, Bruno Mars. You name 'em, and I've either taken photos of them, or I will be in the future. I'm bringin' in dough, and that's why I'm living in a nice house and own a nice car. Pops visits me. He's proud of my success, and I guess Aunt Bessie is, too. I gave both of them $30,000 for taking care of me eight years ago. It was no biggie. I see Malik, but not a lot. He's busy with his football career. As for TJ, I do his photoshoots. He's a famous rapper now. Glad he decided to hire me. We're still fam in this world, no matter what career path we chose. I hang out with T, Nook, and Pig. I don't see Pres' bum ass, and I don't wish to. I put Aunt Bessie's restaurant on the map. It's called Mac and Beans. The name was my idea. She was talkin' about owning a restaurant for awhile, so I guess that's what she did with the money I gave her. I put Nook on the map, too. Now she's a world-famous makeup stylist. One thing that's amazing about my career is that I get to make other people well-known. It feels good to help people while still making money. Anywhore, I have to go pick Raphael up, so I hop in my Benz after locking my door and head over to Raphael's house.
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"So, where are we headed?" Damn, his accent is strong and sexy. "I was thinking we'd go to Chili's. I love their burgers." "Alright. As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter what the destination is." I smile. We're fuck buddies, but I think he wants a relationship with me. I've been getting that vibe for awhile. He always says these really sweet things. He buys me gifts. Sends me roses. Strokes my hair. "Well don't worry. I'm paying for lunch." "No you're not. I'm the gentleman, I should pay." "Well alright." After ten more minutes of driving, we pull into the parking lot. It's not packed like it usually is. Thank God. I turn the car off and Ralphy opens my door for me (even though it's MY car). I lock the doors by pressing the button on my keys. He wraps an arm around me and we walk into the restaurant (after he opens the door for me).
