Dope Boys Love Hennessy

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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Synopsis

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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 down at Hennessy, who was rubbing her pregnant belly, and then ran her fingers through her box braids.

She already knew how Jose was, and now that she was expelled, he was going to be working her like a slave. Damn near nine months pregnant and all.

Chapter 2

Two weeks after Champagne got kicked out of school, Jose was working her like a slave. Due to her being pregnant, she didn’t think she could take another dick inside of her.

While she sat on the bed in the hotel room holding Hennessy in her arms, she stared at Jose with a tired look on her face.

Look, just take care of this dude, and you won’t have to work again until after you have the baby.

Are you sure, Jose? Because I’m already having contractions. I don’t even know if I can stand up straight.

Champagne was in so much pain that her legs were tingling. She didn’t know if having rough sex during her pregnancy was bringing on her labor or what, but she was starting to feel the shit.

I promise. Now give me the baby, and we’ll be outside waiting for you to finish. When he gets here, I’ll call you on the phone in thirty minutes.

Okay, Champagne mumbled under her breath.

She then looked into Hennessy’s big, light brown eyes, kissed her on the lips, and handed her to her father.

After they left the room, she continued to sit on the edge of the bed butt naked. All she wanted to do was fuck this nigga, get it over with, and go home to relax.

Hell, with the way she was feeling, she didn’t think that she would be able to walk out of the room and down the stairs on her own.

A part of her hated what Jose was making her do, but every time she felt like she wanted to take a break, he would remind her that she had a gift for selling pussy. He always threw up in her face how he wasn’t like the average pimp because he didn’t beat on her. He liked to remind her of how he saved her from the poverty and poor conditions of her grandmother’s house, and if she didn’t want to go back, she would do as he said because his way was the right way.

At the same time, it never clicked to him that he was a grown ass man who had been fucking and pimping Champagne since she was eleven years old and got her pregnant when she was thirteen. In his mind, there was nothing wrong with that.

Ten minutes after Jose left the room, there was a knock at the door, so Champagne sighed heavily and slowly got up from the bed.

Shit, she mumbled in pain as she struggled to stand up straight.

When she tried to stand tall, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Instead of sitting down to gather herself, she pushed through and dragged her feet to the room door.

Finally, when she made it to the door, she opened it and stared right in the eyes of the man who was about to have sex with her.

The man was blacker than coal, and his eyes were just as black. He had a serious look on his face, and he was dressed in all black as if he was about to go rob a bank. He appeared to be in his fifties, but his body was strong and fit.

Hey, Champagne said dryly.

Without saying anything to her, the man walked right past her with a blank look on his face.

Over the years, Champagne had been with every man from every nationality, race, skin tone, body size, and height, so she didn’t think anything of the man’s weird behavior. Most of the time, Jose set up the dates. She trusted his observations, so there was no reason to be alarmed.

As Champagne wobbled to the bed, the dark man slowly followed close behind. When she stopped in her tracks, she could suddenly feel the man’s hot breath on the back of her neck, causing her to cringe. Most of the men she laid down with were perverts, especially since they knew that she was a pregnant sixteen-year-old girl. She was used to their crazy behavior, but there was something different about this man that was making her nervous. His energy was completely off, and whatever evil spirit he had inside of him was now unleashed and swirling around the hotel room.

Before Champagne could turn around and see why the man was breathing all down her neck like he was crazy, he unexpectedly wrapped his large right arm around her neck.

Wait… Champagne mumbled as she tried to pry his arm from around her.

His arm was so big and tight around her Champagne’s neck that she felt like she was being trapped by a large anaconda. This unknown man had a strong hold on Champagne, and with the way he was choking her, it was clear that he wasn’t going to let her or her unborn child live.

While Champagne struggled to stay alive, Jose sat in the driver’s seat snorting cocaine from a beige tray that he stole from the room.

Hennessy sat in the passenger seat playing with one of her toys, unaware of all the shady shit she was surrounded by. Her father was a pimp and a drug addict, and her mother was upstairs being strangled to death, but Hennessy didn’t understand any of it because she was so innocent.

As the minutes went by, Jose didn’t see the man walk out of the room, and he found that strange because it didn’t take men long to get a nut from Champagne.

Jose picked up his old school brick phone and called the hotel room, but there was no answer from Champagne. That also alarmed him because it didn’t matter if she was in the middle of sucking dick or getting fucked, she stopped what she was doing and answered the phone for her man.

Jose wiped the cocaine residue from his nose. Before he could take action and see about Champagne, he saw the room door open, and out walked the crazy looking man. He was as cool as a cucumber as he swiftly walked down the stairs.

About damn time, Jose mumbled to himself while getting out of the car and taking his daughter with him. Unfortunately, he didn’t realize that the worse mistake he could’ve ever made was not getting the man’s license plate.

Jose rushed up the stairs, and when he knocked on the door, there was no answer.

Champagne, open up! Jose yelled.

There was still no response, so he continued to bang on the door while feeling very anxious. He didn’t have the key card to the door and didn’t know what to think, so he rushed back downstairs and went straight to the glass window where a white female clerk was standing.

Hey, can you open the room door to 217. My wife is in there, and I forgot to get the key card from her.

Can I see your ID? the woman asked, staring at the beads of sweat that were forming across his head.

Jose sighed, reached in the back pocket of his dingy blue jeans, and pulled out the fake ID. He then slid it under the glass. Jose was illegal all around the board, and that included living in the country illegally.

The clerk looked at his ID and then at the computer to make sure his information matched with the room he booked.

Moments later, she handed Jose his ID back and walked from behind the glass window.

While they walked up the stairs, a tight knot began to form in Jose’s stomach because he thought that Champagne might’ve given birth on the hotel room floor and needed help. Unfortunately, the situation was much worse.

When the clerk used her key card to open the door, Jose walked right past her with Hennessy still in his arms. The minute that he saw Champagne, he gasped and ran his left hand over his head.

Champagne was lying on the floor naked with blood all over her hair, face, and body. She was so bloody, it looked like paint. To Jose’s amazement, she was still alive, but barely.

When he stepped closer, he noticed that there were feces at the edge of the bed. The man had choked Champagne so hard that she had a bowel movement.

Oh my God! I’m calling for help! the clerk screamed.

She then ran out of the room, leaving Jose behind.

Fuck, Champagne! he yelled as he put Hennessy down and kneeled beside her.

Champagne’s eyes were wide open,