Can somebody tell me what Fse means...

& Another thing, quit remaking my books & stop stealing the crazy shit that happens in them, like wtf??

JAYLEN

I'm at this party in Oakland. Something feel a lil off to me. I notice this big black nigga staring me down. "Wassup?" a bitch who's half naked asks. She thick in all the right places, she tatted, got piercings, then on top of that, her face a ten. I look away from her. She fine as fuck but I got a pregnant girlfriend. Fuck I look like dogging her out for a hoe? She been hurt too many times already.

"Hellooooo, hey, sexy." she says, standing in front  of me putting her puşsy in my face. I stare at her clıt piercing that's easily  seen through her lace thong.

"Wassup?" I ask, finally looking at her face.  "Just chillin'. I think  you kinda cute." she says, smiling. "Kinda?" I ask. She starts blushing. "I didn't wanna seem thirsty, but, damn, you so fine!" she exclaims. I chuckle. "You fine as hell yourself." I say, then grip a hand full of her ass. I watch her cheeks turn red from blushing, then laugh. "Let's get outta here." she whispers in my ear. I stand and grab her  hand.  "Come on, beautiful." I say.

We just got to her house. She instantly taking everything off. I pull my pants down. She grabs my dıck and takes it in her mouth. I watch her closely. I reach under my shirt and grab my gun.  I cock it and put it to her head. Her eyes widen. "What the hell?" she screams, panicking.  I lead her to her bed while pulling my pants back up. Cheating on Kennedie is a no. I don't give a fuck if Beyoncé wanted the D. I was just setting her up like my pops said to.

"Who the fuck sent you?" I ask. "What? Nobody!" she screams, crying.  I squint my eyes at her. "Lying ass bitch, who the fuck was the big black nigga in the corner of the room who kept his damn eyes on you?" I ask. She starts all out sobbing. "That's my cousin's friend Poo... I swear I'm not lying. He always liked me but I never fucked with him... please,  I swear!" she cries. "You heard the name Prod before?" I ask. "Yes! I don't know who he is but my uncle hates him!" she screams. "Who is your uncle?" I ask. "His name is Prell. I don't have nothing to do with this, I hate my uncle!" she cries out. "Get up!" I demand. She stands up, trembling as pee rolls down her thighs. I keep the gun to her head, leading her to the bathroom.

"Clean yourself up." I tell her. I lock the door and watch her wash her self. "Get dressed." I demand. "Where you taking me?" she mumbles. "Quit asking me questions." I say. She aggravating my soul.

I lead her to her closet. She grabs some True Religion jeans and a black Polo tee shirt. She grabs her white Air Force 1s and puts them on.  "Come on." I demand, leading her out.

We just got back to the party. "Go over to that Poo nigga and flirt." I say. She slowly walks over to him and starts talking and laughing. She grabs his hand and leads him out the house. I follow behind. She takes him behind the house and starts making out with him, undressing him. I get behind him and cock my gun and put it to the back of his head. He puts his hands up and starts shaking. Ol girl steps back and gets beside me.

DJ walks back here. "Nigga, bout time you get here." I say. "Shut up, I was getting head." he snaps, handcuffing ol dude. "What yall want from me?" he cries out. "Yo breath funky, G. Quit hollering in my face." DJ says, pulling him. "Can I go home?" ol girl softly asks me. "No... come on." I say, grabbing her arm. She groans as I lead her to my car. She gets in the passenger seat. DJ got him in his truck. "Get naked." I say. She looks at me crazy. "What? Why?" she asks. "Cause I don't trust you and don't need you pulling nothin'." I say. She sighs and starts undressing her self. "Jewelry too." I add. She takes it all off. She spreads her legs. "Yo, what you doing?" I ask. She takes her clıt piercing out then puts it with her clothes. "You said jewelry too." she mumbles, closing her legs.  I nod my head.

We just pulled up to my dad's warehouse. We lead them in. My pops wanted to see how well me and DJ conduct business. Eric ain't wanna get involved in the streets and we respect that.

We walk in and to the basement. DJ throws Poo in a chair and ties him up. "What did I do?" he screams. "Nigga, shut up." DJ says. "You know Prell?" I ask. He nods his head. "What he got against Prod?" DJ asks. "He... he got his son Cash killed by some bitch! I swear that's all I know!" he cries. "Where can we find him?" I ask. "He lives in... in Mexico. Cozumel." Poo chokes over his tears.

I raise my gun and shoot him in between his eyes. Ol girl lets out a scream. I look at her. "Please, don't kill me... don't." she begs, shaking and crying. "I'm not finna kill you." I say. "No witnesses. Off her or I will." DJ says, cocking his gun. "Pussy a weakness. She needed. Then we can kill her." I whisper in his ear. He grins. "Let's go." he says. I grab ol girl and lead her out.

We in my car riding back to her house. "What's your name?" I ask. "Pleasure." she mumbles. I raise my eyebrow. "Pleasure?" I ask. She nods her head. "That's on yo birth certificate?" I ask. She nods her head. "How old are you then, Pleasure?" I ask. "Seventeen." she whispers. I hand her a tissue. She wipes the tears off her face. "Who you live with?" I ask. "Nobody. My mom got killed shooting someone who was trying to kill my dad when I was a baby. He moved out the country somewhere and just pays the bills." she says. "Sorry to hear that. So... be real with me, somebody sent you to me at that party?" I ask. She shakes her head no. "I thought you were sexy and I thought you would've wanted me. I just wanna feel accepted. I know, I search in the wrong  places and ways." she says. I nod my head, pulling into her driveway. I get out and open her door for her. She unlocks the house. We walk to her room. "Pack a bag. Only shit you'll need." I say. "What? Why?" she asks. "You wanna feel accepted, right?" I ask. She nods her head. "Ride with me." I say. She chews her bottom lip. "Like a Bonnie and Clyde type thing?" she asks. "Yeah, somethin' like that." I say. She smiles and starts packing up. "I'm down." she says. I nod my head. This won't be so bad.

PLEASURE IN THE MULTIMEDIA

HOW YALL FEEL ABT A PRETTY MUCH SEDUCTIVE FEMALE BEING AROUND HIM???

YALL THINK SHE GNE BRING PROBLEMS???

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