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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	17 juillet 2018
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781648542190
Langue	English

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Dope Boys Love Hennessy

Sha Jones
Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

15 years later

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epilogue…

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1. Sunday

2. Sunday

3. Sunday

4. King

5. King

6. King

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Chapter 1

“H ahaha! Look at the pimples on her booty, nigga!” A fourteen-year-old boy by the name of Rashad laughed as he leaned toward his homeboy in the stuffy locker room.
The boy’s locker room at Hightower high school was now filled with horny underaged boys, but it wasn’t for nothing.
Champagne, a sixteen-year-old girl, who was eight and a half months pregnant with her second child stole the show like she did every morning before the bell rang for first period. Bent over the concrete bench, ass tooted in the air, she allowed a sixteen-year-old boy to slide his thin, fragile dick in and out of her.
Most girls at that age were going to shopping malls and planning for prom, but not Champagne. She was months away from her seventeenth birthday but had a thirty-two-year-old pimp, stripped in clubs, and even walked the streets like a two-dollar hooker. There was nothing innocent about her, and it didn’t faze her one bit.
Her mother, who died when she was ten, also had her at a young age and was in the business of lying on her back and spreading her legs for a few dollars. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.
With no guidance or anyone to teach her how to be a young lady, Champagne went out and got it the best way she knew how. She didn’t know who her father was, so she leaned on her pimp—who was also the father of her first child—to help her live her life.
While she sucked, spit, and drooled all over another sixteen-year-old boy by the name of Mario’s dick, she made sure to ram her ass back and forth on the other kid, trying to please him.
Many of the girls around the school knew what Champagne was about, but it didn’t bother her one bit. It was hard living without parental guidance, so she decided to make her own rules.
While she pleased both young boys at the same time, the rest of the boys in the locker room laughed, pointed, and even flashed their dicks around, hoping to get a taste of Champagne. Although Champagne was pregnant, it didn’t matter to the boys. All they saw was young pussy that they had access to. Hell, there were benefits to sleeping with a pregnant girl, and one of them was being able to nut inside of her. If she was already pregnant, there was no way that they could get her pregnant if she already had a baby inside of her.
After several minutes of having fun with Champagne, both boys pulled out at the same time and stared down at their dicks.
As Champagne wiped her own saliva from her full lips with the back of her hand, she smirked and watched a small drop of semen drip from the tip of the boy’s dick.
Before they could catch their breath, there was suddenly a loud banging sound that alerted everyone in the locker room except for Champagne.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” a big, buff, man roared as he banged on the lockers with a large, brown clipboard.
The young boys began to scatter like ants, but Champagne was so unbothered, she took her time pulling down her hot pink dress.
“So, this is what you about?” Mr. West, the school principal yelled as he stared at Champagne in disgust.
He already knew how she got down, but every time he saw her, he was surprised by her actions all over again.
Based on Champagne’s history, family background, and fast lifestyle, Mr. West tried to help her, and that meant not suspending her trifling ass. He figured that if he suspended her, it would do no good and just force her further into the streets. Now, she left him no choice. Champagne was giving his school a very bad reputation, and it was time to get tough on her.
Champagne rolled her eyes, pulled down her dress again, and just looked at Mr. West like he had shit on his face.
“Champagne, come on now. You’re pregnant! If you want to be a hoe, that’s your business, but don’t do your baby like this!” he yelled while staring directly at her large belly.
“I’m good.” Champagne shrugged and sucked her teeth, trying to get the semen taste out of her mouth.
“No, you’re not! Not with the shit you’re doing in my school!”
While Mr. West lectured Champagne like he was her daddy, she couldn’t help but admire how fine he was. He was only thirty-three years old but looked like he was in his twenties. His arms were buff, and he had a fresh hair cut with deep waves. He had a face that would make any woman go crazy, and that turned Champagne on. Age didn’t matter to Champagne, so she had no problem throwing pussy at him if he was willing to catch it.
However, Mr. West didn’t play that shit. He was already married with a three-year-old son. The sad part was, he and Champagne had a child the same age, and she had more children than him.
Champagne was a beautiful, light skinned girl, but due to the fast life and occasional heavy drinking, she looked like she was in a sunken place.
“You know what, Champagne? I’ve tried to help you, but you don’t want the help. Being at this school isn’t productive for you or your baby, so I’m sorry, but you’re expelled.”
Champagne gave her principal a blank look, shrugged, and in a nonchalant tone of voice, she said, “Okay… That’s fine.”
“Don’t even waste your time cleaning out your locker. Just go.”
“That’s cool. I ain’t got shit in there no way,” Champagne replied and pulled a wad of cash from between her breasts.”
Mr. West was in such disbelief and disgust that he slapped the money out of her hand, causing all of it to rain down in the locker room like confetti.
He then stepped closer to her with tears in his eyes. Looking at Champagne reminded him of his own mother, who lost her life to AIDS. She was out there just like Champagne, and that was one of the reasons he tried to save her.
Still unbothered, Champagne sighed, rolled her eyes, and bent down to pick her money up.
“If you don’t get your life together, the same shit that you love to do is going to be the shit that kills you.”
“Okay, Mr. West, have a nice life.”
After collecting all her scattered money that the principal slapped out of her hand, Champagne walked past him as his words faded from her memory.
As Champagne strutted down the hall in her cheap, hot pink three-inch heels, a crowd of students stood on the sideline whispering and rolling their eyes.
“Hoe!” a female yelled, causing the crowd to burst out laughing.
Champagne ignored the insults and continued straight down the hall with the stack of money in her hand. When she finally made it outside, Jose, her pimp, who was also her baby daddy, was sitting in his maroon Cadillac with their three year old daughter, Hennessy, in the passenger seat.
“Hurry up!” he called out before snorting another line of cocaine that he had lined up on one of Champagne’s history books.
Champagne took a deep breath and put a little more pep in her step. When she reached the car, she quickly hopped in on the passenger side. She, then scooped Hennessy up, wrapped her in her arms, and kissed her on the side of her cheek.
Although Champagne was living a fast life, she still loved and provided for her daughter.
“You got my money?” Jose asked.
“Yeah, but this all I got. That nosey ass principal called himself expelling me, I guess.”
Jose snorted another line of the coke, wiped the residue from the tip of his nose, and shook his head.
“Didn’t I tell yo’ ass to only fuck in the locker room?” Jose asked with an attitude.
“That’s where I was before Mr. West came in!”
Jose sighed heavily and stared straight through the windshield with a defeated look on his face. Now that she couldn’t return to the school, they were about to lose half of their profit.
Just at school, Champagne made two hundred dollars a day skipping and fucking between classes.
“I can still sneak in the building, Jose.”
Jose rubbed his bald head that was covered in tattoos and shook his head again.
“Nah, you hot right now. You just gon’ have to get on that block until we can make enough money to hold us up. At least until you can get back to school.”
Champagne stared d