The Misadventures of Big Sleeze
Chapter Three
So another night of club hoppin, not really a whole bunch shakin. So i find my way to my favorite spot to try to come up on a weak gazelle. Im a couple of drinks in, and i notice this tall blonde big tiddy chick eyeballin me. I wave her over, she struttin over like she on a mission, so i know it on. Her name, Candy. Her profession, stripper. Already im plannin out how imma have her workin for me. So i thought... We have a couple more drinks then slide to her place. We get there, all the lights are off she goes in first but i hear somebody cough. So i look at her like wtf. Shes like dont worry bout him, hes just watchin my kids. Hmmm kids you say? Aight whatever, im there on a mission, ill worry about all that later (plus i got the lil sigma series on me). She tells me to make myself comfortable while she take care of dude. Well for some reason they get to hollerin back n forth, and she tells dude well you can get your shit and gtfo! He hollerin, he dont want u for shit but your money!
So real quick, im assumin at some point in time she done gave him some and now he dont know how to act. Classic sucker for it. Sigma from pants pocket to jacket pocket... Anyway, they go back n forth for a couple more minutes then dude leave. So after choppin it with her a few more minutes, i find out dude is the best friend of one of the kids dad, and the dad had died. He stay tryin ti come around and "help the fam"..more on him later. Anyway we end up in her bedroom and start the session. Well a few minutes in i see a shadow outside the window. Dude never fuckin left, he out there fuckin watchin! So at first im like wtf, then the asshole in me came alive and im in there flexin like lex luger from wcw, doin all kinda wild shit. So after, she layin there tryin to cuddle n shit, so i tell her dude was peepin thru the window. Thats when she spill the rest of the beans and tell me dude sell dope and his stash in the basement (and yeah she fucked him lol). So im like i need to gtfo of there. So over the next few days she had been hittin me up to come thru, but i wanted to stall her out a lil bit. She buyin me shit (among other things a fuckin dog) , takin me out to eat, givin me brain at the pickup window at hardees, she was really down for the cause. She finally tell me she made dude get his shit and get out. Cool.
Well i finally get over there, im chillin and her phone rings. Its dude. So they talk, she hangs up. Then she tells me dude wants to come in and use the bathroom. Im like wtf?! Its your house do what u want. Sigma in the couch...dude comes in, looks at me then goes into the bathroom. Hes in there for a few minutes, then comes out and leaves. Now im sittin there thinkin..hmm thats odd, no toilet flush, not water ran. Somethin is up. So i go lookin,and in the garbage can..a needle, a shoe string, a spoon and about a quarter of soft. So about two minutes later he calls back, sayin hes gonna call the police and child services and tell em she usin and abusin. So i call somebody i know who mess with party favors took care of the soft. Tossed the other shit in the sewer a few blocks away. Told her i was done with that whole situation. About a week later, she call tryin to get back. She dont know how to deal bc she aint never been left before. Blah blah blah. So later that day im out in the driveway givin the dog a bath, and i see a flower truck creepin by. Im lookin and i think to myself..nah. So the truck backs up and the lady driving asks if i know "big sleeze". So she gets out brings me this huge ass thing of flowers. Tells me i need to read the card "bc her and the girls git a kick out of it". The card read: You bring the body, ill bring the whipped cream". Right then, i called her back told her thanks but no thanks. She asked for the dog back which turned out to be one of her sons. I sold the flowers to one of my guys who didnt buy shit for his moms bday and changed my fuckin number. Fuckin strippers man smh.