“What’s good? Wanna hit up a strip club or something?” Major Pain looked over at Quick for a response.
“Nah.” Quick looked at his watch. “I need you to drop me off this chick crib,” he said. “We can hit up the strip club tomorrow, if you want.”
“Nah. I’m hitting that bitch up tonight,” Major Pain said as he pulled off. “It’s too early for me to go home.”
Major Pain hated going home. He didn’t have a family or a girlfriend at home waiting for him, so when he went home, it was just him. He didn’t trust a woman enough to let her move in his house. He had seen some the best hustlers lose everything because of a woman. If he was going to lose everything he had worked so hard for, it wasn’t going to be because of a woman. He’d rather blow all his money first before he let a woman destroy him.
“You better be careful fuckin’ with them bitches,” Major Pain said. “I never let a bitch know where I live.”
“So you plan on living the rest of life like that?”
“If I have to,” Major Pain said seriously. “Trust me, bitches will fuck your whole shit up,” he said, pulling over at the address that Quick had given him.
“You a crazy muthafucka.” Quick laughed as he gave Major Pain dap and slid out the truck. “Don’t get too drunk at the strip club and take one of them strippers home with you.” He laughed out loud.
“I’ll never get that drunk.” Major Pain pulled off once he knew Quick was at his destination.
Quick walked up the three steps slowly. He let out a frustrated breath as he knocked on the door. Seconds later he heard feet shuffling from behind the door then the sound of locks being unlocked.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?” Kat said, standing behind the door as she opened it.
Quick stepped inside the apartment and saw that all the lights were out, and Kat had candles lit up all over the place. “Fuck going on up in here?” He turned the lights on and saw Kat in a purple bra and matching thong, purple pumps to match. And her face was covered in makeup, making her look very sexy. Quick had never seen her done up like this before.
“I missed you,” Kat whined, walking up on Quick. “And I need my dick,” she added in an almost begging tone as her and Quick stood face to face.
Immediately Quick felt his dick began to stiffen. “What’s the big emergency?” he asked, trying to play it cool.
“This is the emergency.” Kat pulled the front of her thong to the side, so Quick could see her freshly waxed pussy.
Quick looked down and pretended not to be impressed. “You called me down here for that?”
“And for this,” Kat said seductively. She melted down into a squat and unzipped Quick’s pants.
“Yo, chill,” Quick said in weak protest.
Kat ignored Quick’s words as she placed his already hard dick in her mouth and began sucking on it. She twirled her head and sucked on Quick’s dick like she was in a competition to see who could make a dick come first.
As bad as Quick wanted to tell Kat to stop, his mouth just wouldn’t cooperate with his brain, so he just stood there and allowed her to suck all over his dick, until he finally exploded in her mouth.
After Quick cleaned off his dick, he headed for the door.
“Where the fuck you think you going?” Kat asked, her hands on her hips.
“I’m out. I came over here ’cause I thought you were in trouble or something.”
“Fuck you mean, you out?” Kat said, her face frowned. “Nigga, you ain’t going nowhere until you give me my dick.” She kicked off her heels and slipped out of her bra and thong. “You must got me fucked up,” she added, and she turned the lights back off.
“Yo, I’m out,” Quick said as he grabbed the doorknob.
Kat quickly pushed the door close, just as Quick was opening it. “Stop playing,” she said, rubbing on Quick’s muscular chest. “You can’t just leave me like this. I have needs too, you know.”
“Fuck that got to do with me?” Quick was tired of playing games with Kat.
“Oh, so what? You gon’ go home and dream about that dead bitch you was fuckin’?” Kat said, trying to get under Quick’s skin. “You must like that cold pussy.” She laughed loudly. “You a bitch-ass nigga anyway,” she said, looking at him in disgust. “I don’t even know why I called you in the first place. You rather go beat off to a dead bitch memories than get some good pussy sitting right here in your face.”
“Watch your mouth!”
“Fuck you and that dead bitch! Both of y’all can kiss my ass!” Kat yelled all up in Quick’s face. “And I heard your own boy Lucky killed your bitch.” She laughed loudly again. “And your bitch ass ain’t even do shit. And you call yourself a man? Fuck outta here! If a bitch killed my man, I would—”
Quick smacked the shit out of Kat before she could even finish the sentence. He grabbed her by her throat and applied pressure. “Bitch, shut the fuck up! You just don’t know! You just don’t know!” he growled. He released his grip, shoving her backwards.
Kat stumbled backwards, grabbing her throat. “How dare you put your muthafuckin’ hands on me!” She rushed to the phone and dialed 9-1-1.
Once Quick saw Kat pick up the phone, he made his exit.
“That’s right, you bitch-ass nigga!” Kat yelled. “You better run, muthafucka! I got something for ya ass. You watch and see. You done put your hands on the wrong one!” she yelled, making a scene in her hood.
Quick ignored her threats as he flagged down a cab and headed home.
“Who That Nigga?”
Major Pain smiled as he pulled up in the strip club’s parking lot. He could tell that the club was jumping just by how packed the parking lot was. After ten minutes of searching, he finally found a parking spot. He cut the engine off and checked his face through the rearview mirror. He took the 9 mm from off his lap and stuck it under his seat. Then he hopped out the truck and made his way toward the entrance.
When Major Pain reached the entrance, the big bouncer quickly stopped him. “Hold it right there!” the big man said, placing his paw on Major Pain’s chest.
Major Pain looked at the bouncer like he was crazy. He brushed the big man’s filthy hands off him. “Fam, be easy.”
“No, you be easy!” the bouncer shot back, looking down at Major Pain. “Spread your arms!” he growled, and he began patting down Major Pain for weapons.
Major Pain stood there while the big man searched him. He screwed his face up when the bouncer brushed past his testicles the second time. “Yo, fam”—Major Pain stepped back—“that’s twice.”
“Shut yo’ bitch ass up.” The bouncer stepped to the side so Major Pain could enter the club.
Major Pain stepped in the club with a frown on his face. Before he had got to the club he was in a good mood, but the bouncer at the front door had just fucked up his entire night. Major Pain’s mind was already made up. When he left the club, he was going to grab his 9 mm and teach the big man a lesson.
Major Pain made his way over to the bar. He needed a drink to calm his nerves. “Yo, let me get a bottle of Rozay,” he said, tossing some bills up on the counter.
The bartender placed the bottle of Rozay on the counter along with champagne flute.
“Nah, I don’t need no glass.” Major Pain took the bottle off the counter. He swigged straight from the bottle as he made his way over to the wall and placed his back up against it, so he could see everything as he watched the show that the strippers put on. He bobbed his head to the sound of Lil Wayne blasting from the speakers.
Major Pain took another swig from his bottle as he watched all the action going on in the club. He watched the bouncer who gave him trouble at the front door roughly grab some guy up and toss him down the long flight of stairs leading to the front door. He thought the bouncer was just trying to show off in front of the strippers.
Major Pain shook his head in disgust as he watched the bouncer walk around the club trying to intimidate the customers. He made a mental note to make
an example out of the big man.
Everybody in the strip club got hype when Three 6 Mafia’s song, “Who Run It,” came blaring through the speakers.
Major Pain bobbed his head as he sipped from his bottle. He watched a light-skin woman with a nice-looking weave make her way in his direction. She wore a pair of stilettos with a pair of fishnet stockings, and up top, her breasts hung freely. The woman and Major Pain kept eye contact with one another the whole time as she walked up to him.
Major Pain watched as the other men in the club grabbed at the light-skin woman’s hand and wrist as she walked through the club.
The woman stopped directly in Major Pain’s face. “What’s up?” She was so close, it looked like the two were about to kiss.
Major Pain turned his head and took another swig from his bottle. “Fuck you mean, what’s up?”
“I saw you watching me from all the way across the room,” she said. “Were you undressing me with your eyes?”
Major Pain smiled. “Maybe,” he replied. He looked closer and noticed that the woman was drop-dead gorgeous. “And if I was?”
“Then me and you might have to fight.” The woman smiled, rubbing her hands on Major Pain’s chest.
“Yo, what’s your name, ma?” Major Pain looked at her sexy full lips that were covered with gloss. If she wasn’t a stripper, he would’ve kissed her in her mouth right then and there.
“Everyone calls me Apple Bottom.” She turned around so Major Pain could get a good look at her fat ass.
Major Pain looked down and saw that Apple Bottom had a big butterfly tattooed on her ass.
“Oh, this my shit!” Apple Bottom slurred, throwing her hands in the air and making the wings on her butterfly flap to Fabolous’ song, “You Be Killin’ ’Em,” blaring through the speakers.
Major Pain watched as Apple Bottom moved her body like a snake in front of him. She was looking back at him the whole time. Her eyes told him that she wanted him to fuck the shit out of her, and the way she moved her body just confirmed what her eyes were saying.
Major Pain swigged from his bottle as he watched Apple Bottom rub and grind her ass all over his package.
Lucky and Hawk sat over on the other side of the club discussing business, getting their drink on. Since Sosa was still locked up, the two men began making decisions on their own, to keep the empire afloat. But no matter what they did, they always put Sosa’s cut off to the side.
“Yo, I can’t believe your sister is a stripper.” Lucky downed his shot in one gulp.
Hawk shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t stop a muthafucka from doing what they want,” he said. “She might be a stripper, but she’s a good woman and has a good heart.”
Lucky nodded his head, but in his mind he told himself he had never once met a good-hearted stripper. Most of them were straight-up hustlers. Hawk’s sister could’ve been different, but he wasn’t buying it.
“Speaking of your sister,” Lucky said, looking around, “where did she disappear to? I want her to hook me up with one of her stripper friends.”
Hawk scanned the club for a second until he finally spotted his little sister. “She right over there,” he said, pointing in her direction.
Lucky followed Hawk’s hand and couldn’t believe who Hawk’s sister was all up on. “Yo, that’s that nigga Major Pain over there,” he said out loud.
“Major who?”
“He works with Turf,” Lucky said, knowing Major Pain was one of the men who had tried to take his life at the mansion party. He watched closely as Hawk’s sister danced with Major Pain like they were the only two in the club.
“Who that nigga my sister dancing with?” Hawk said, his nose flared. He didn’t like how his sister was dancing with the man in the first place. He had been to the club plenty of times, and usually his sister would just work the crowd and maybe do a little pole work, but he had never seen his sister dancing with a john the way she was dancing with this Major Pain guy.
Hawk quickly stood to his feet, as him and Lucky made their way over to the other side of the club.
Major Pain ran his free hand all over Apple Bottom’s body as he continued to grind up on her as she flowed to the beat. And he most definitely was loving the woman’s butterfly.
Apple Bottom grabbed Major Pain’s hand and led him over to a sofa that could hold two. “So what’s your name?” she asked, rubbing her hand across his chest.
“Pain.”
“Oh really?” Apple Bottom smiled. “As in ‘hurt me’ pain?”
“No. As in Major Pain.” He lifted his bottle to his mouth.
“Let me see your phone real quick.” Apple Bottom licked her lips.
Major Pain removed his BlackBerry from its case and handed it to the sexy woman that sat before him. He watched as Apple Bottom stored her number inside then handed him his phone back.
“Let me finish getting this money. I’ll be back over here in a few.” Apple Bottom winked as she got up and walked off.
Major Pain watched as she slid on some ugly man’s lap. He smirked as he took another swig from his bottle. When he looked up again, he saw Lucky headed straight for him, along with an angry-looking man in tow.
Major Pain quickly shot to his feet and took a defensive stance. Before he knew it, Lucky had already swung on him. The two men went spilling into the rest of the crowd, as they tried to take each other’s head off.
Hawk picked up a wooden stool and crashed it over Major Pain’s back.
Once the fight started getting out of hand, the DJ shut off the music and called for security over the mic. “Come on, guys,” he said over the mic. “Don’t ruin the night.”
Three big bouncers quickly ran over to the middle of the club and broke up the fight.
When the bouncer watching over the front door saw that Major Pain was the one causing trouble, he yelled, “I got him!” The big man roughly grabbed Major Pain up by the shirt and threw him in a choke hold as he escorted him over to the staircase, where he tossed him down the stairs.
The bouncer laughed as he watched Major Pain tumble down the steps and land at the bottom. “Trouble-making muthafucka!” He then trotted down the steps and picked Major Pain up again, this time using Major Pain’s head to open up the front door, then tossed him out into the street like trash. “And stay out!” he barked, and him and the rest of his bouncer friends busted out laughing.
Outside, two police officers helped Major Pain to his feet. “You need an ambulance?” one of them asked.
“No, he’s fine. I’ll take him home,” Apple Bottom said, fully dressed as she came to the rescue, and the two officers helped escort Major Pain into the backseat of Apple Bottom’s Land Rover.
“Thank you so much, officers.” Apple Bottom handed each officer a twenty-dollar bill apiece and climbed behind the wheel and slowly exited the parking lot.
Quick stepped inside his apartment and saw Tiffany peacefully sleeping on the air mattress. He stared at her for a second before entering the bedroom. He was happy now that Tiffany could finally get a good night’s rest. Ever since she had moved in with him, he had noticed that now she smiled more and always seemed to be happy, even when things weren’t going as smoothly as she expected.
Quick stepped in the bedroom, slipped out of his clothes, and hopped in the bed. He grabbed his cell phone from off the nightstand, so he could charge it. As he plugged his phone up, he saw that he had four missed calls from Kat. Quick ignored the missed calls and silently stared up at the ceiling until he finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Quick woke to the smell of some good breakfast floating through out the house. “Damn! That shit smells good,” he said, sliding out the bed. He made his way to the living room.
“Hey, sorry,” Tiffany apologized. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“Don’t mention it.” Quick waved her off. “I didn’t know you could cook like this,” he said, looking at the pancakes, turkey bacon, and scrambled eggs.
“It’s a
lot of things you don’t know about me.” Tiffany smirked as she made her plate along with Quick’s.
The two took a seat on the floor and enjoyed their breakfast.
“Damn!” Quick moaned as he destroyed his meal like an animal. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a home-cooked meal.
Tiffany laughed. “Slow down.” She had never had someone appreciate her cooking like this before. She used to cook for Blake, but most of the time he would never eat.
“This the best breakfast I done had in a while. I might can get used to this.”
“Oh really.” Tiffany smiled at Quick as he sipped his orange juice. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“How come you never tried to come on to me?”
The question kind of caught Quick off guard. “I mean,” he began, stalling for time, “I’m not really looking for all that right now. Right before you moved in”—he paused, shaking his head—“my girlfriend, who I had been with for a while, had just been murdered not too long ago.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay,” Quick said, flashing a friendly smile. “You didn’t know.”
“Well, I just want to say thanks for not pushing up on me, and making me feel welcome. I really appreciate it,” she said sincerely.
“It’s nothing,” Quick said as he finished his breakfast. He knew that both of them were just getting over a past situation. That’s why he didn’t mind letting her share the apartment with him.
“I would like to take you out tonight,” Tiffany said as she stood to her feet. She took Quick’s empty plate and sat it in the sink.
“Take me out tonight?” Quick repeated with a smile.
“Yes, take you out tonight,” Tiffany said, returning to her seat on the floor. “I was thinking dinner and a movie, to show my appreciation for everything you have done for me.”
“You sure you wanna do that? I ain’t no cheap date.”
Tiffany returned his smile. “It’s the least I can do.”
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