You usually wouldn't find Charles Jay at the strip club, in reality, he was far too much of a gentlemen... But, after being invited to hang out with a group of his old friends last night, he couldn't help but show up at Club Dope.
While he was there, he got the opportunity to be able to watch the performance of a woman so beautiful, that she took his breath away. Charles watched as the woman grinned up and down the pole all night, leaving him stuck in his seat. The woman walked through his dreams until he woke up this morning with his manhood standing at attention. Charles kicked himself for being so nervous when he approached her last night, that he only inquired about her name, and didn't get her phone number. Her name, was Rhondiyah.
Not being able to sleep, Charles got up at around 6AM, brewed some coffee and went into his living room, to work on some paperwork before he had to go to work. His heavy feet and tussling through his case files were enough to wake up his son, who currently lived with him and residing in his living room until he was able to save up enough money to move into his own house.
"Mornin' Nas." Charles said, as he took a sip of his coffee and continued to type, never taking his eyes off of the computer.
Nas stirred in the bed a little frustrated with the noise his father was making, before he decided to respond. "Mornin'." Nas replied, grumpily as he slowly got out of the bed. "Why are you so, Happy Pops?"
"I just had a great night last night, that's all."
"Oh Yeah? Why is that." Nas asked wiping the sleep out of his eyes, and looking at his dad. He hadn't seen a smile on his face this big in awhile.
"I met someone." Charles said, feeling accomplished.
Nas smiled at his Pop's. His parent's had seperated over ten years ago and until this moment, he hadn't spoken of another woman. Charles had always said that he could never love another woman more than he loved the only woman that brought his son into this world and he had honored that, until now. It was a bitter sweet moment, but Nas was happy for his father and besides, Nas's mother had moved on years ago. This was a good thing!
"That's good, Pops!" Nas replied. "Look at you! I knew you still had game." He joked with his father.
"I had to have some, or else you wouldn't be here." Charles joked, back. They both laughed, together and then Nas glanced at the time at the bottom right hand corner of his fathers computer.
"Well Pops, I'm proud of you." Nas said, getting up and getting dressed. "But, I've got to get up outta here and make it to this Truck." He announced.
About a month ago, Charles had finally caved in and bought his son a food truck. Nas named it Yummies, and so far it was doing very well in Chocolate City. Charles was very proud of his son. Especially since he'd been working really hard to keep Nas from resorting back to his old ways, selling drugs.
"Ok. Have a great day, son!" Charles responded. "Oh- And don't wait up for me tonight, I'm going out."
"You going out again?" Nas asked.
"Yeah... That girl I met, I never got her number. I'm going to go and get it tonight." Charles announced.
His son chuckled. "Aight, Pops." Nas wasn't sure what had gotten into his father, but he liked it.
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