This is simply fiction. Not real and I don't own any of the song lyrics used in this song.
"Aye, Let's have a sex talk"
"I wanna see your body, take your clothes off"
I looked on in amazement as "The Stallion" Megan Thee Stallion performed on stage bending over twerking. I loved her. I loved her music. I loved everything about her especially her sexy, thick ass. She was definitely on my list of women that I just had to have. It was Megan, Cardi, Nicki, Ashanti, BeyoncΓ©, Rihanna and JLO. I had many other crushes but those were the ones that just made me hard instantly thinking about them.
But hold on let me introduce my ass to y'all, my name is DeAndre Harris and I'm a small forward for the Houston Rockets. I'm about 6'8, 250, African American with caramel-colored skin with a black mohawk fade with blonde highlights. My toned arms were covered with tattoos and tonight I was rocking a Houston jersey with some black skinny jeans and white Air Force 1s. I had my diamond encursed white gold Cuban Link around my neck with a bust down Rolex on my wrist.
But anyway, back onto Meg. My eyes were glued to that body looking at every curve, every inch of her body. Man, I would love to run my hands all over her body and have my way with her. But my attentions were cut as I heard the music fade and I heard the crowd cheering for her. I clapped my hands along as I smiled. She looked over my way looking at me, she winked as she stuck her tongue out and turned around walking to the back as her fans cheered and clapped for her.
I looked to my side looking at my teammate's PJ Tucker, Eric Gordon and Austin Rivers. They were all having a good time which was good. Originally, we wanted to go out to build some chemistry especially if we were gonna go for a chip this season. We were 40-24 so we still had a chance of making it to the playoffs as long as we make it to the playoffs, we're good. But back onto now.
"Aye, PJ, Eric, Austin, y'all tryna hit the club tonight?"
"Yeah, big dog. You rolling with us or you got your own way?"
"I got my own way. Don't worry 'bout it. I'll meet y'all up there just make sure you get me a round."
"Yeah, Ight. What you want? Goose, Henny?"
"Surprise me."
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It took me a lil minute to get to the club I had a few honeys tryna holla at you boy so I gave 'em my number. I walked into the club, looking for my boys but all I could see was some fine ass honeys dancing around. Shit, my horny ass might have just had pussy on my mind. Eventually I saw my boys sitting at a corner table with a few honeys sitting with them.
I walked over there to the booth and dapped everybody up before I took a seat next to PJ.
"Damn I was tryna see if I could James to come on out."
"Nah his ass probably salty bout last game." Rather than get the rebound and pass the rock out to James to heat the final shot to win the game, my ass did a put back dunk and won us the game with my defense. I had 21 Points, 8 boards and 3 dimes that night. James' ass had 36 points, 5 boards and 7 dimes. He had a better night so I really don't know why he was tripping. The city dubbed me his Scottie Pippen so I gotta do my shit and make sure that this nigga in every position to win. If I gotta set this nigga up with a rebound, I'm gonna do it. If I gotta set his nigga up with passing, defense or anything else, I'm gonna do it.
"I mean, you did what you had to do for us to win."
"Exactly bro. I'm tryna get this nigga a ring."
"Shit I feel that. But what you should be tryna get is you a girl."
"Deadass, bro It's mad honeys up in here." I looked around seeing if I could find me a baddie for the night but ain't nun of em catch my attention. Trust me they were fine but they weren't fine enough for me. I like them raw, nasty and thick. But none of the girls were capturing my attention.
"They ight."
"Ight?! Man, you tripping. These girls in her fine as hell. Like look at them, they literally throwing themselves at you bro."
I mean he was right tho. They was but I ain't care. I rolled my eyes and looked away from the girl who happened to be staring a hole at me. Like nigga damn, can I have my face back? If you want to stare get a picture.
"Yo!" I heard making me turn my head back to my crew to see my boy, Austin Rivers staring at the VIP Section of the club. I turned my head and looked up to see Megan Thee Stallion with a glass of Vodka in her hand drinking as they stood up against the rails. It was almost immediately that we locked eyes. I licked my lips and winked at her making her bit her lip and wink right back at me.
She better quit playing. I'm give her this grade A rich nigga dick. They say once you take rich nigga dick that you never act the same. And if you need proof, just ask Jilly how she liked choking on a nigga.
"Aye, Imma fuck with y'all later. I got some buddies I need to get." I dapped up my boys and got up walked around the club trying to get up on that VIP level with Megan. Boy, I tell you. It's something about them Texas grown baddies. They be fine as hell and they know it too. Just look at BeyoncΓ©. As much as I fuck with Jay-Z, I would fuck the shit out of Queen B like it ain't no tomorrow.