Several of my readers have expressed how much they ship Corey and Nana so as a thank you! I wrote a mini story about "Corey & Nana's Adventure" aka CNN. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️❤️

Corey groaned as Nana handed him a blindfold, "really? I know it's my birthday but I don't do surprises" he complained.

Nana grinned poking him, "just wear it you Strawberry Shortcake!" she barked.

Corey gasped opening his mouth widely, he was shook "well damn you dusty bag of bones. I see you throwing shade!" he teased.

Nana had nicknamed him Strawberry Shortcake because Corey had decided to upgrade his weave to a vibrant red mane that touched the bottom of his ankles like  a horses ass.

Corey who was flamboyantly gay and proud of it had decided that today was the perfect day to wear a nude leotard with a shimmering black tutu over it. He glittered from head to toe and even had a crown on his head.

Corey put the final touches on his outfit by looping a sash across his chest that said, "BIRTHDAY BITCH!"

Today was his birthday so he had decided to get his nails done, eyebrows on fleek, and makeup slain by the gods. He wasn't fucking around as he spent the whole morning screaming in LA traffic at innocent bystanders, "BOW DOWN BITCHES!"

Furthermore, Corey had agreed to let Nana take him out for his birthday and surprise him.

"Fine!" Corey huffed stomping his red bottom shoes into the ground, (Which were really red bottom sandals.) He had taken a regular pair of chanclas and painted the bottoms red with hair dye.

Nana, on the other hand, was dressed like she was going to a baptism study hosted by her hometown church.

She wore a conservative pink two-piece suit with stockings that went all the way up and over her stomach pouch. As well as, matching gloves and a Good Sunday hat.

Since Nana was naturally bald, she had decided to wear a short black wig with curls attached to the scalp. It looked like something an old aunt would mistake for a creature.

The taxi pulled up and Nana and Corey got in.

After putting on the blindfold Corey sat impatiently in the car, "Now, you know I don't do shrimp. My stomach will be deep sea diving at the bottom of the toilet shooting out torpedo's" he explained crossing his legs like a lady.

Nana grinned flashing her new set of dentures, "no Doritos I promise" she laughed crossing her fingers.

Corey groaned this was going to be one hell of a birthday he could feel it.

Corey felt the temperature change as he allowed Nana to guide his blind ass into a building. It smelled of smoke and chicken wings, and he could her trap music playing above him.

"Bitch you took me to your senior citizen cult? The DDD? Which stands for dead, dead and deader?" Corey asked.

Nana stifled a giggle as she pulled off the blindfold, "strip club!!" she chanted happily.

Corey's smile dropped as he recognized the building. He quickly dragged Nana, "uh nuh we got to go!" he said making a dash for the door.

Four gentlemen all dressed in black suits came up to Corey. A fine ass man with grayish brown eyes and Asian features spoke, "Where you going?" he asked smoothly as he held a blunt in between his teeth.

Nana looked around confused.

The man extended a polite hand to Nana, "Quamere" he said introducing himself.

"What do you mean? I'm here!" Nana asked shaking her head. She had mistakenly heard, "come here".

Corey belted out a loud obnoxious holler, "Naaah that's his name! His dumb ass parents named him that because they thought it would help him be cultured" he explained rolling his eyes.

Quamere winced, "I don't miss that smart ass mouth" he snapped.

Corey made his signature stank face, "Nana this my ex-bitch and he might not miss my mouth but he sure misses my..." he winked sticking out his tongue.

Nana looked around at the empty poles, seats, and tables, "strip?" she chirped sadly wondering why the place was so dead.

Corey sighed, "it's okay Nana we aren't welcomed here, thank you for the surprise," he said rubbing her back.

Quamere put his hand up and his men surround them, "wait,..it's not over yet. I still have a little resentment towards you and today I feel like taking you to the back" he said cracking his knuckles.

Nana cheered sticking out her butt, "yes take us to the back!" she said happily.

Corey put his hand over her mouth, "she doesn't mean that.." he gulped.

The tension was growing high, it was clear that Quamere and his wannabe boy band of thugs were going to hurt Corey.

Quamere paused thinking for a moment, "you liked to play games in our relationship, so I have a new and fun game. This is a strip club after all. How about you show me your best moves and if me and my men like it we will let you go but if it's sucks we will take you to the back" he threatened.

Corey smiled if there was one thing he could do was dance, "deal!" he said quickly.

Quamere laughed shaking his head no, "I meant old lady wrinkles has to dance not you" he said pointing to Nana.

Nana lifted her shoulders slowly letting her hands drop as her neck stiffly turned,"yes! Yes yes!" she jigged.

Corey raised a concerned eyebrow, "was that a dance move or a just your arthritis acting up?"

"Both" answered Nana coughed.

Corey huffed there was no other way out, "Okay but give us ten minutes" he begged.

Quamere snapped his fingers calling off his boys as they took a polite seat in front of the main stage.

Corey turned to Nana, "okay let's pick a song and God help us get your old bones to move" he said looking up.

Nana shook the fat that hung from her arms as she bobbed her head singing her favorite song, "wet, wet, wet, wet" she chanted.

Corey covered his face groaning, "no it's more like dry, dry dry, dry...cement, cement" he said singing along to the beat of Pills and Automobiles by the artist CB.

Nana tried her hardest to dance but it just looked like she was having a stroke.

Corey shook her desperately, "just remember the two-step I taught you. Just smile and try to look approachable and non-threating...god knows sexy is out of the question" he mumbled.

Corey pointed her towards the stage, "I'll put on the song, Mask Off by Future and remember just take it easy" he advised clenching his hands as he prayed.

Nana looked at Corey raising her eyes, "why you like him in the first place?" she asked her voice creaking with age.

Corey blushed, "I like my sweet and sour sauce" he winked.

Quamere took Corey's hand leading them to their seats, "time's up, time for our show" he told them.

Nana went on stage and waited for the music to play.

Corey sunk in his chair he was now given a front row seat to a tragedy. The lights dimmed and the music began, and the lyrics blared;

"Call it how it is/Hendrix/ I promise, I swear, I swear/You heard

Spit it/ Yo/ Percocets, Molly, Percocets/Percocets, Molly, Percocets/ Rep the set, gotta rep the set

Chase a check, never chase a bitch (never chase no bitches)/Mask on, fuck it, mask off

Mask on, fuck it, mask off"

Nana strutted up to the pole her hands confidently on her hips as started to move her aging body.

She was off beat but she viciously started to shake her legs like she has to go to the bathroom. 

Nana's movements were sharp and jerky as she tried to throw her ass in a circle; unfortunately her whole body followed.

Corey covered his face he couldn't watch this.

Nana started to shake violently as if she were holding onto a power drill. Her eyes rolled back and teeth chattered as she tried to look sexy dancing; but it looked like she needed an exorcism.

Nana put here hands up as if she was trying to get crunk, but her long gloves only got in the way and caused her to accidentally slap herself.

One of the men watching laughed, "How she going strip in some church clothes?"

Loud boo's could be heard all around.

Nana waved and then slowly took off her top letting her floppers drop to her stomach.

Corey swallowed a little bit of throw up.

Someone cried out falling out of their chair and onto the  floor,"MY EYES!!" they yelled.

Corey peeked through his fingers unable to help himself, "I said keep it simple! How many times I have to tell you not to let those baby banjo's out they damn cage!!" he said referring to Nana's crusted old tits.

Quamere wince holding his stomach, "I think I'm ill" he groaned covering his mouth.

Corey laughed until tears came out his ass, "YO I can't breathe!" he said slapping his knees as Nana did his two step and then stopped to pose.

Nana proceeded to do the splits next, opening her legs slowly like an old rusted door to reveal nothing but a diaper and brown pantyhose. A dust moth flew free from between her legs and never looked back.

Corey stood up clapping, "shake that long ass day you got in the back!" he coached.

Nana turned around and put her hands on her head bending over to touch her toes as she made her ass clap.

Clap was not the word to describe what Nana was doing, more like a terrible collision of bones screeching. It reminded Corey of two metal pans being banged together.

Someone coughed, "yo did it just get dusty in here or naw?" they asked.

Nana pranced around as the beat got faster and faster, her wig shifting a little to the right.

"Make it stop!" several voices cried out complaining as if they were being tortured.

Corey was having the time of his life as he rolled around laughing until he had hiccups, "yo,! I have real Jesus tears on my face" he sobbed hysterical.

Nana pelvic thrust the air as she tried to do a slow grind. Instead her "Pretty Ricky" moves turned into "icky icky" moves as her Santa Claus belly rolled over making waves.

"Mask off! Mask off!" she chanted singing along.

"Someone turn the power off!" Quamere pleaded.

Nana looked at Quamere her eyes growing larger by the second as she bobbed her head and swiveled her hips in twitching spasms. Her hands reached for the pole.

"Noo not the pole!" Corey cried happily.

Nana ran and then jumped on the shimmering pole like a stripper swinging her old crunching legs around the center of it. Nana almost touched the top but her weigh couldn't be supported under the flimsy metal.

The pole leaned over dangerously, tilting and then everything came crashing down including Nana with a loud hard "THUD!"

Nana had stars in eyes as she remained face down ass up with her dentures on the floor, "HELP I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP" she screamed.

Corey giggled enjoying his popcorn as Nana slowly recovered from her near death experience.

The music was coming to an end, Nana had time for one more move. She got up and brushed it off like a champ, as she put her hands on her knees and started bouncing like she was on a trampoline.

"Yo is she okay?!" someone asked concerned.

Corey studied her strangely, "I think she's twerking" he mumbled taken.

Nana was moving her back hard in and out, as she turned her head side to side and gyrated her lower half; stomach included. Her buttcheeks touched the floor as she tried to pick it up and drop it down into a dirty wine.

"Where my dollars at?" Nana asked lifting one leg.

Nana shook her head in slow motion like a beauty commercial as she closed her eyes enjoying herself.

Corey giggled amused, "shake those follicles huuunty!"he teased making a bald joke.

Everyone else cringed, all they could see was old wrinkly chicken legs wobbling in every direction and crinkled paper bag looking skin flapping like a eagle whenever Nana tried to bust a move.
It was beyond embarrassing to watch.

Corey grabbed his heart, closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out, "she hath kill'th my soul" he said dramatically.

A loud "CRAAACK" filled the halls as Nana attempted to twerk while doing a handstand.

"Hooooooly @$&!*%#!<~!" Nana sang extend her arms toward the sky as if she was praying. Sadly her back gave out, tired from all the work she had put in today.

"Holy Spirit you are welcomed here come flood this place with your.... 🎵" Corey belted out the notes beautiful but then paused looking around confused "....oh this an't choir practice? My bad cuz I'm a soprano" he whispered, as he shut up.

The room was silent as a few men checked to make sure Nana was okay. Corey looked on in amazement, "where dey do dat at doe?" he asked wondering how Nana had managed to throw her back out in a church dress.

Quamaere coughed, "someone take her to get some ice, it's time to judge," he said looking at his men.

One of his men shivered their left eye twitching sporadically as he looked disturbed, "I NEVER WANT TO FEEL THIS WAY AGAIN" he whispered shaking off his disgust, "so I vote yes, so they can leave" he said quickly running out.

Corey smiled, it was one vote for them.

"Yeah boss there are some things even Satan can't handle...I don't do necrophilia" another person added.

"This is the first time in my life that I don't want a woman to strip for me...I am now gay" a man said raising his hand proudly.

Quamere frowned, "I give her style points, I saw her elbows turn to crust and her joints pop out her body like she was Moses. I guess we will let you all go,...not because that was good but because it was painful and inhumane" he groaned.

Corey clapped jumping up and down, "that old giblets did it!" he said looking around for Nana.

"Where she go?" he asked.

Quamere pointed to the back room, "they are probably in there trying to put her back together and realign her life" he chuckled softly.

Corey ran to the back he couldn't believe what a great day he was having.

"SUUUUUPRRRRIIIIISSSEEEEE!" everyone screamed jumping out from the corners.

Corey jumped completely startled as he looked at all his friends and loved one, he cried getting emotional, "this...what?...how?" was all he could say.

Nana came out with a huge dick shaped cake, "Happy Birthday!" she sang.

Corey blew out the candles as everyone laughed, clapped and enjoyed the surprise party.

After opening presents Corey pulled Nana aside whispering, "if you ever dance like that again, surprise or not I will remove the roses I already put in your casket" he threatened playfully.

Nana winked, "Benadryl...Bena. Ben-Ben-aaadryl" she sang as she Milly rocked her way back to the party.

Author's note: YOU BETTER! You betta fuck it up, Nana! lol. Comment with one thing you would personally like to say to Nana <3