Spring Break pt. 3 Not Your Sugarbaby

I texted my friend from high school (De) ,who had gone to college with me but moved back home early, to see if she was alive. Luckily she was and we made some arrangements to go to H.ar.d. R.ock H.ollywo.od. for some drinks and catching up.

When we got there everything was almost closed but luckily we caught a place that served us desert and some martinis. We chatted and laughed and then some older guys came trying to charm us. A lawyer and I forgot what the other one did but they were business men, because within minutes they were handing me cards. The outgoing Latino approached my friend. And the cool laid back Caucasian lawyer sat next to me. They admitted that they were drawn to our complexion because they love black women because their fun and interesting. (Is that so...)

They paid for our drinks and my dessert and Holy Shit. We're stuck with them for the night.

Be honest. When you see young black women in their 20's dating older rich guys you think their gold diggers right? Be honest. De and I paranoid about that the hold night as they grabbed our hands and led us to the next club. We're too nice(especially when tipsy) and didn't want to be ass holes so they hung out with us for the night.


We went to the club next door to a hip hop club that had a mechanical bull inside. Yes, a hip hop club with a mechanical bull.

The interesting part of this place is that who ever rides the bull gets exploited like hell. For example. Say you have big boobs. The guy controlling the bull shakes shakes shakes it so her tatas jiggle like crazy and if she has a big behind. He bends the bull over and shakes shakes shakes her booty to the beat.

Lawyer guy suggest I get on there. I suggest he gets on there. He declines.

Then we went the casino. Latino kept giving us 20s to play in the machines. Eventually we were like no save your money, but he kept insisting. De and I shook our heads. (The last time I had come down here some guy, who's friend had actually known me from high school, wanted to give up 100 bucks to buy drinks. We told him to keep his money and I told him to invest it because black men need to start thinking about the future....as I preached with my tiny shorts and see-through top)
At the end of the night De ended up keeping one of the 20s to pay for gas.

How cute is that little munchkin, huh?

Lawyer guy told me to give him a call. I never did. Money doesn't win me over and honestly I was looking for somebody younger and...tanner. Maybe a little more...Ok, black, I love my black men. BLACK CHOCOLATE MEN.And besides. I'm nobody's Sugarbaby.