Around 5 a.m. Timothy comes stumbling in the house drunk as a skunk. Charlene is knocked out on the couch sleeping like a baby. Timothy is having a full fledged conversation with himself "I'm so fucked up I'm never drinking no more! Oh my God I'm fucked up!!!" yells Timothy ... Charlene toss and turns and mumbles "Tim come here let me smell ya dick" Timothy makes a stupid drunk face "You wanna suck my dick? Girl I am drunk and my dick is drunk too" replies a slurring Timothy ... Charlene sits up still half sleep and just stumbles into the room with her tight ass panties stuck half up her ass. Timothy tries to tell her about the strip club but Charlene just ignores him. They eventually both fall asleep together in bed. The next day Charlene's mother comes over in the morning and makes a delicious surprise breakfast for Charlene and Timothy. Charlene is still mad at her mommy for fucking the mailman. She keeps her dialogue with her mother short and simple. Her mom knows that Charlene will eventually cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. After about 3 hours her mom goes back home. Charlene starts to get ready to head over to the beauty salon. She's going to meet Shanna at the salon. After the salon she's going Shanna's house until party time. Timothy is having some of the fellas over to gamble in Madden for Xbox 360. Charlene is getting nervous about tonight's endeavors but she's not going to back out on making that money now. She just slips on some sweat pants, sneakers, and packs her duffel bag with everything she will need for tonight. Timothy attempts to get Charlene to let him party with her tonight one more time "So Charlene you really don't want me to party with you later?" ask Timothy with a smile ... "No Timmy Bear you don't know how to act in the club" replies Charlene "So that's how we living now Charlene? Fuck ya party!" says a laughing Timothy "Keep ya ass home tonight and jerk that beautiful dick of yours" replies Charlene as she grabs a handful of Timothy's crouch "Don't start nothing Charlene I'll put that ass to sleep until next Tuesday" says Timothy ... Charlene releasing her crab grip and gives him a kiss and starts to leave out the door "Be safe and call me later babes" says Timothy as Charlene closes the house door.
The salon is packed with ladies trying to get dolled up for Saturday night. Charlene has an appointment for 2 o' clock. The walk in people give her a few stink looks as she walks straight in and sits down in a chair. Kevin is with his goons master planning the murder plot. He's hoping that Charlene can get Dante to take her to a residence and not a hotel room. Charlene gets her fresh wash and set, she then decides to go down the block to the trusty Koreans to get a manicure and pedicure. After getting her hands and feet done she's finally on her way to meet up with Shanna. On her way to Shanna's house a Mercedes Benz seems to be following her twitter style. She makes a few wrong turns to see, was she bugging out or not. Whatever moves Charlene made so did the car behind her. She's getting scared. The mysterious car starts to honk it's horn over and over. She starts to think the driver knows her but figures If that's indeed the case they would've called her by now. Charlene stops the car on a crowded block for security reasons. The car stops too. A tall black man with dreads hops out the royal blue Mercedes Benz. Charlene looks at him but she doesn't recognize the face as he's walking towards her slowly. "Hey I'm Luther Sheppard I play for the New York Jets ... I seen you at the red light way back on Atlantic avenue and I think I'm in love with you" says Mr.Sheppard piercing Charlene's curvy physique with his eyes "Awww that's too cute you had me scared I was about to shoot you sir" replies giggling Charlene ... "No, No I'm no threat I just wanted to give you my number maybe I can wine and dine you like the Queen that you are one day" says a confident and serious Luther ... "Hmm maybe that's not a bad idea Mr.Football player I'll take your number, But only If you willing to take mines" replies a smiling Charlene ... They exchange contacts and both jump into their luxury cars. Charlene finally reaches Shanna's house. They just sit, eat, and lounge until it's time to get ready. Kevin stops by around 9 o' clock to go over some small details. At around 11:30 they leave out to go to the club. Trey Songz is scheduled to perform so the line is crazy outside the club. The two ladies get to EZ pass right in because they know the Bouncers that's working the club.
Charlene and Shanna walk into the packed nightclub. The girls are looking magically delicious tonight. The club is filled with curves, 4inch heels, and tight dresses. The guys are flocking towards Charlene and Shanna. The fellas are on them like flies on fresh shit. Kevin is text messaging Charlene. Both ladies are looking stunning, hair done, make up flawless, shoes on point, and dresses so tight that even the late great Ray Charles would say "Damn!" ... Charlene has a detailed description of what Dante has on tonight. She got her eyes open wide trying to spot him in such a crowded club. After about 10 minutes of roaming the club she finally spots him on the wall with one of his homeboys holding two big Grey Goose bottles. "That's him girl that's him right there" says Charlene to Shanna ... "You wasn't lying that is one ugly motherfucker but his chain is nice" replies Shanna ... "You ain't never lie girl he sure is ugly, But business is business , Come on girl lets strut our shit by walking pass them" says Charlene. They proceed to walk towards Dante's direction. It worked liked a charm Dante couldn't help but to say something as the two sexy ladies walk pass him with they ass switching in them freak-um dresses "Hey sweethearts one of ya'll should fuck with a real nigga like me tonight, We got them bottles on deck" announces Dante ... Shanna keeps on walking but Charlene stops and gives a him a seductive wink while she licks her glossy full lips. She doesn't say a word and proceeds to catch up with Shanna. That simple cute wink got Dante convinced that Charlene is easy prey for yet another one night fuck. "Yeah that bitch must be tipsy already, I'm a try to fuck that bitch tonight" says Dante "Yeah she feeling you my nigga you better get that pussy" replies his Homeboy ... Shanna and Charlene sit down at a small table and starts text messaging on their Blackberry phones. Guy after guy approaches their table spitting tired ass lines. They only entertain the ones offering to buy them drinks. About an hour later Dante and his homeboy finally decide approach the two girls table to chat.
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