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Alexandria and Ron were so gone after fucking and drinking, they both passed out. Alexandria woke up and noticed all of his shit was sitting on the nightstand. She went into the bathroom and got dressed. When she came out fully dressed with her hair combed out, she realized Ron was still knocked out. She walked over to the nightstand and saw he had his wallet next to his keys and watch. She opened it and saw five hundred dollars inside. She took two hundred and left out of the room tiptoeing with her shoes in hand. When she got to the elevator, she put them on and ran to her car so fast, you would have thought a dog was after her. She kept looking back to see if Ron ran after her. She figured it would look suspect if she took all of his money, which she easily could have since he was dead to the world when he was asleep.

Alexandria smiled at her two hundred dollar bills and wondered how much she could make taking money from niggas. She figured she had to do something to keep up with her lavish lifestyle that Curtis had her hooked on. She was sure it was dirty money and Ron could make that little two hundred back in a second. Alexandria looked at herself in the rearview mirror and shook her head at what she did to Ron, but she quickly got over it because it was better than her standing on the corner selling pussy.

Chapter Fourteen

The end of October, Alexandria, Liz, and Sofia went to Six Flags for Fright Fest. There were a ton of people all around, so they stuck together as they got on ride after ride, enjoying the last of the sunshine. They stood in the line to ride the Mind Eraser, and all three of them were nervous about how scary the ride would be, but they all enjoyed a little thrill. As they worked their way through the line, a stranger looked in Alexandria’s direction and swore he had just spotted his future wife.

“Yo, you remember me?” he asked while rudely interrupting their laughter.

Alexandria looked him up and down, and said, “No.” She turned her attention back to her friends.

“For real? I wanted to ask you for a dance last weekend at the club, but some nigga beat me to the punch. I ain’t letting your fine ass get away so easily this time.”

“You must be mistaken. I didn’t go to the club last weekend,” she lied.

“Get the fuck outta here! You weren’t at Paradox last weekend? You must think I’m dumb, ‘cause I wouldn’t forget somebody as sexy as you.”

Alexandria smiled because it wasn’t one of her finest days. She had on a fitted long sleeved, red BeBe shirt, jeans, and black Air Force Ones. She wore no makeup, just a little red lipstick that she mixed with her lip gloss. She knew she would be on chill mode, so there was no need to get fly.

“Thank you! You know what, I was at Paradox. I must have been fucked up,” she lied again because she remembered seeing him approaching her, and then another nigga rolled up on her and asked for a dance.

As the lined moved, he asked, “So, can I get your name and your number so I can holla at you sometimes? I’m Sean, and those my niggas.” He pointed to the tall, thin one. “Balla.” Then, he pointed to the short, heavyset one. “And, that’s Dough.” They both waved and smiled at the ladies.

“My name is Kim and those are my girls.” She pointed to Liz, and said, “MeMe.” She pointed to Sofia, and said, “And, Shannon.”

Liz and Sofia laughed and they both wondered what was up with the fake names. “Hi,” they said in unison.

“Pretty names. So, can my crew get with your crew?” Sean asked Alexandria.

She looked at Sean and when she first saw him, she wouldn’t have dare holler at him. He was a six feet tall, dark skinned, big dude with dreads. He was far from attractive, but he walked through the club like he had the fattest bank and a fat dick to match. Both times seeing him, he was well dressed and looked like he spent some good money to dress that way. Alexandria didn’t bother giving him her number, so she played a game with him.

“I don’t have a phone. I just moved in and didn’t have a chance to have it hooked up.”

“You don’t have a cell?”

“No. I need to get one because I got a ‘lil man.”

“That’s what’s up. You def need a cell. I’ll buy you one so you can get at me.”

“Whatever.” She laughed.

“I ain’t fucking with you. I got bank, girl.”

“Oh, okay, but you don’t have to do that.”

At that point, the ladies were next to get seated. Sean and his crew were six people behind them. “Let me do that. A girl as fine as you should have whatever the fuck you want.”

Alexandria smiled because she felt the same way. “Thank you.”

“Y’all drink? Get high? What’s y’all poison?” Dough asked Liz.

“We drink and get high,” Liz told him.

“That’s what’s up! We need to chill with y’all after this shit,” Balla added.

“I guess that’s cool,” Sofia spoke up.

“Cool, then I can get shorty a phone,” Sean said to nobody directly.

“I can get my own phone,” Alexandria told him.

“Why? You need to chill out and let me handle that.”

“Alright, that’s cool.” Alexandria smiled while thinking Sean could be her next victim.

After the Mind Eraser almost had the ladies pissing on themselves, they wanted a bite to eat, and Sean and his crew met up with them to eat chicken and fries. None of them wanted to let any of them get away because they all were cute. Little did the ladies know, all of them had girls at home, but they really didn’t care.

Once they finished their food, the ladies wanted funnel cakes, so Sean bought everybody one. After that, they headed to a Sprint store in separate rides, and Alexandria knew she would get an expensive phone. Inside of the store, she stood at the counter while admiring phones that cost about three to six hundred dollars.

“You like this one?” Sean asked, pointing to a Boost Mobile phone.

She screwed her face up and pointed to herself. “Me? That’s a bullshit phone!”

“For real? This some good shit, you pay about fifty for the phone and put minutes on that shit. I had one for years.”

“Oh okay.” She tried not to sound stuck up, but she thought Curtis would never have her ass using a Boost. “I like the black one, please.” She pointed to the phone she liked.

“Yeah, I like that shit too.”

Since Sean and his crew had their chicks at home, Sean thought it would be cool if they hit up a club that night. Since their chicks were in Baltimore, he invited them to a club in Delaware. Once agreeing to go, they left with plans of hooking up that night.

Once in the SUV, Liz pushed Alexandria upside her head from the passenger side seat. “Bitch, you can at least tell us when you gon’ give mafuckas fake names. I don’t even remember what the fuck mine was.” She laughed.

“See, bitch! That’s why the fuck you need to keep up. Your shit was MeMe.”

“What the fuck is a MeMe? Where the fuck do you come up with this crazy shit?”

“I just do.”

“I’m glad she didn’t give me a fucked up name like she did last weekend,” Sofia told them. “I was Dorothy. I’m not even old enough to be a fucking Dorothy!” They all laughed.

“I do that shit because if I do some grimy shit, I don’t want it coming back to y’all. I don’t want mafuckas to know who we are.”

“I hope you don’t do any fucked up shit to those niggas, ‘cause they from Baltimore. They can easily find our ass,” Liz said.

“I know y’all ain’t acting scared now? Y’all weren’t scared when I spent Ron’s money on drinks and weed. Y’all both drank and smoked that shit up without a problem.”

“That nigga from D.C., and I’m sure he probably don’t even know you took his dough so I was cool with that. I’m just saying, if you pull that shit once too many, it can get dangerous,” Liz informed Alexandria.

“I hear you.”

“I got both of y’all back and I’m down to do whatever tonight.” Sofia smiled. “You know those skinny niggas are the ones with big dicks. I might have to fuck him after the club.” Sofia stepped out of her goodie-goodie self for a moment.

“Oh, shit! You go ahead and handle that dick!” Alexandria high-fived her because Sofia rarely did jump offs or one-nighters. Sofia always fell for the goodie-goodie type of men and he would turn out to be an ass. Sofia figured if she got with a bad boy, he’d turn out to be all good.

While at the club, Alexandria and her friends were dressed to impress and they danced the night away. Balla did his two step all night because he really wasn’t much of a dancer. But, Sean and Dough, for being big dudes, they danced all night, keeping up with the ladies. Alexandria felt famous because they were in V.I.P., which she thought Sean paid for, but Balla did.

When they took a break from the dance floor, they gathered around the table and Sean paid for the first round of drinks. After downing the entire glass of Ciroc, Sean pulled Alexandria closer to him. Liz sat on Dough’s lap and Balla had Sofia close to him while rubbing on her thigh.

“Kim, you must make some good ass money to be dressed like that. You got diamonds everywhere and I know that shit real, ain’t it?”

“Of course, it is.” She looked at him sideways.

“I knew they were. You were fine as shit in the club last weekend too. That Mercedes you drive is a beast. I bet you paid a grip for that shit.”

“Actually, my ex bought me all of that. Now that he’s gone, this shit don’t come easily.”

“Damn…” There was a slight pause. “You still be flossing, though. I bet you one of those chicks that only fuck with niggas with big bank?”

“No. My ex was my first with big bank.”

“For real? Now you got me. I got money, baby!” He smiled real cocky like.

“That’s cool.” She smiled back. “Can I get another drink?” Alexandria asked.

“Me too,” Liz added.

“Damn, y’all drink shit up like y’all fishes. I’ll stop and get a bottle before we leave. Our nigga, Warren is having a party at his house out in Newark if y’all want to hit that up after this shit.”

“I do,” Liz said.

“Me too,” Sofia agreed.

“Well, I guess we’re going,” Alexandria stated.

“Cool.” Sean added.

“I got drinks, my nigga,” Dough spoke up while waving the waiter back to the table.

Once everybody finished their second drinks, they went back to the dance floor and danced until they heard the last call for alcohol. After the club, Sean told Alexandria to follow him to his friend’s house. It took about fifteen minutes to arrive to a big house on Chippenham Drive in Newark, DE. The ladies stared out of the window at the house as if they knew that nigga had to have some money.

Alexandria stepped out of the car as she wondered how much money she could get out of Sean’s ass. She needed to make a quick five thousand to keep up with her bills and spending habit. The wheels turned in her head as she wondered just how much money Sean made.

Chapter Fifteen

The ladies waited for the Sean and his crew to walk them into the huge house that stood before them. Alexandria grew curious as she wondered if Warren was as paid as she thought he was. She thought that she may have to fuck him, too, to take his money.

Liz thought the same thing. As soon as she walked in the house, she knew Dough’s money couldn’t have been as long as Warren. At the front door, they were greeted by marble floors. In the hallway right before the living room there were African American painting and sculptures. The hallway was long and wide, it was obvious that everything was expensive. When they got to the living room, there was a huge T.V. mounted on the wall over a large fireplace. The furniture was tan and it was nicely decorated for being a man’s house. The living room had wall to wall people.

They all danced and mingled. Sofia saw a ton of fine niggas. She knew there had to be about ten that looked like they had money. She was never a money hungry chick, but seeing the way Curtis splurged on Alexandria, she so badly wanted the same.

Sean and his crew left the ladies alone and they found themselves being admired by every nigga at the party. Every bitch at the party gritted on them and rolled their eyes because the ladies looked like a group of bitches that didn’t mind taking another bitch’s man.

One got close to her man and gave Liz a look that said,
get your own man, he’s mine
. Liz laughed because her dude wasn’t her type, but if his money was right, she would holler at him.

“Let’s go. I hate haters!” Alexandria said while searching for Sean. When she spotted him, he was in the kitchen with his crew and a handsome, tall, dark, fine as fuck man. “Stand right here, and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Sofia said.

“Alright,” Liz responded.

Alexandria walked over to kitchen and stood next to the wall that separated the dining room and kitchen because she heard them discussing business. Sean thought since the music was loud in the living room, that they wouldn’t be heard in the kitchen.