“Business? Like what Tyrek? Like yo lil side hoes that you got? Don’t think I don’t know what you fuckin’ do. Is that why yo ass won’t commit to me? You got some other bitch on the side waitin’ on you too? Just be real with me, Tyrek. Why the fuck you ain’t put a damn rock on my finger?”
Holy shit. Did she really know that I had a side bitch or was she just frontin’ to see if I would cave in and admit to some shit so that she could catch me in my lie? Females are fuckin’ ridiculous and sneaky as fuck. You real life gotta be careful about what you respond to ‘cause these bitches know how to fuckin’ play mind games and shit. I looked like a damn deer in headlights, but she wasn’t able to see my face ‘cause I was turned away from her. I quickly fixed my face and got my shit together. I was already in the bathroom when she asked me that question so I turned to look at myself in the mirror just to make sure that my face wasn’t showin’ my guilt. When I confirmed that I looked normal as fuck I turned to look at her and pursed my lips, givin her the Bitch, please look.
“Cynthia. What the fuck is you even talkin’ bout? You really think I have time to fuck around with some other bitch and cater to you? Do you know how much fuckin’ work that would be? Not only that, but I got a job and a business to fuckin’ carry. You wrong for thinkin’ I was fuckin’ some other hoe. I may not have proposed to you and offered to put a rock on yo finger, but that ain't mean I don't love you. Damn girl.”
She looked at me and dropped her lil attitude stance that she had goin’ on.
“Baby, I'm sorry. You right. I just get paranoid. You fine as fuck and I know females been throwin’ themselves at you, but I was wrong for thinkin’ that you was the one to give into that type of shit.”
Her lil sorry spiel didn't last too fuckin’ long before she turned up on me again.
“But still nigga. You better be throwin’ them bitches aside when they decide they wanna hop all up on yo nuts. Let ‘em know that you ain't single and that I am yo main bitch. You understand me?”
I chuckled and waved my hand at her.
“Yeah. Yeah, Cynthia. I fuckin’ hear you.”
“Don't yeah yeah me. You better understand. I'll kill a bitch if they come in between what is mine.”
I probably shouldn't be one to take her threats lightly, seeing how this bitch is real life serious about me, but I took her threats lightly and went on to get dressed. I just threw on a plain white tee, some jeans, and my gamma blues on my feet before I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I looked back to see her still watchin’ me and poutin’ like a big ass baby but I wasn’t gone let that shit get to me; I had shit I needed to do.
I hopped in my car and cranked the ignition before pulling off to see my boss. Donte was the head of all of this shit and I was one of his best men. Some would consider me his second-in-command or some shit but I guess that is what I am. I just do my shit and he trusts me. He called me to come down to his place to give me a new assignment, so that’s where I’m headed right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he gave me a shit ton of assassinations or some drops to do. He tends to give me a lot of work and all at once, but it’s only cause he knows I can handle it. I guess I’ll have to see when I get down to his place to find out.
As I drove down into the city, I found myself deep in my thoughts. Cynthia been real life buggin’, man. She been on my case for so damn long now about me wifin’ her up—and I just don’t want that shit. To be completely honest, if she leaves me I ain’t gone be mad ‘cause I got a side bitch who will pick me right up off the ground and who will fuck me whenever I want. Danessa real cute and the sex is good and shit but I just hope that bitch doesn’t get too attached either. I already got a main bitch who keeps botherin’ me with that shit. To be completely honest, I am so damn glad that I don’t have more than these two bitches in my life. If I had more than that, I would be so damn fucked up and it would be hard to hide one from the other. In my case, I’m lucky though. ‘Cause my side bitch knows I got a main bitch and she knows better than to say anything about her or anything to her. I just hope Cynthia’s crazy ass doesn’t do some instigatin’ bullshit and scopes out my side girl. Then I would be fucked.
I finally made it down to his house and parked my car in his driveway. I stepped out of the car and walked up to his door, noticing that it was partially open. He usually does this when he knows it's me who pulled into his driveway so there was nothing to be alarmed about. I knocked on the door as courtesy before I walked in though; I didn’t want him to freak the fuck out ‘cause he forgot that he left the door open for me. He had done that before and I almost ended up with a damn bullet in my skull.
“Come on in, nigga, I know it's you.”
I walked inside and gently closed the door behind me before I walked up to his office and sat in front of his desk. Donte was a tall, bulky, dark, and intimidatin’ ass nigga. Even when this nigga laughed it was scary as shit. I knew never to cross this nigga wrong or mess up his money ‘cause with them swoll ass arms, nigga could damn near gently slap me and I would find my ass clear across the room dead or some shit.
“What up, Donte? You good?” I asked as I watched him slide me a fat ass blunt and a lighter. I graciously took that shit into my hands and lit it up. I took a couple hits off of it and coughed like a damn maniac. I ain’t never been one to cough and shit like that but it only meant that this loud was some beyond grade A-type shit. It was fuckin’ delicious and I could feel it hittin’ me real nice. I sat there in awe for a moment, starin’ off into space as the weed invaded my system and gave me a nice body high. Normally, this shit would make my head feel real heavy and make me hungry and lazy as shit, but nah. This shit was definitely some next level weed ‘cause a nigga was zonin’ without feelin’ heavy. I looked over at him and saw his serious face break into a smile and then he started to laugh all heartily. He sounded like Santa Claus to me—like some heavy drugged up Santa. Maybe it was the weed that was makin’ him sound like that but shit, he sounded hella funny, so I started to laugh too.
“Nigga. What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Shit? I love it!” I exclaimed as I took a few more hits. I saw him wave me to come closer to him so I did. He took the blunt from my hand and put it out. I was real life confused though, this nigga ain’t ever took a blunt from my hand and shit like that. I looked at him all confused and just as I was about to ask him what’s good, he started to talk.
“Nigga. That is some good ass loud that you be smokin’. This is the shit that I called you over for. I know this shit gone sell so I wanted to give you the chance to smoke some of it up and try it for yourself before it hits the streets. I ain’t gone let you wonder right now though, this shit hella potent and I ain’t need yo ass swervin’ in them streets and gettin' yo self killed. So if you want some of this shit, I’ll give you some but yo ass can’t be on duty and shit smokin’ this unless you at home or at some party where yo ass is gone be there for a while. I took the blunt from you ‘cause you ain’t need no more of this shit in your system. I’m gone need you to sit here for a minute to let that shit wear off of you. It's good though, ain’t it?”
I nodded my head and felt myself fallin’ deeper into this shit. I was mad relaxed and all I wanted to do was sit back and talk.
“Yeah, nigga. This shit is def A1.So, uh, besides sellin’ this shit, what else you gone have me doin’? I know you ain’t just call me over for this shit.”
He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, indicating that I had a point and that I was absolutely right.
“Aight, lemme tell you what’s good. I got a couple niggas who been hot on my trail and know a little bit about the shit that I’m runnin’ right now with this damn weed. They want in on this shit and I heard they plannin’ on comin’ through and murkin’ me and taking my shit. They apparently are still talkin’ about it and haven’t released when they gone come and try to get me, so I wanna send you out to where they at and have you murk them niggas and shit. Remain anon as possible and just kill ‘em, aight? You can’t
let them see you for shit though.”
I nodded and took in all the info. It felt like the info was comin’ into my brain and then out my ear. I was able to get the gist of what dude was talkin’ about though, so we were good.
“Cool. Gimme they address and they info and I’ll head that way soon so I can get this shit taken care of.”
I got up and leaned on the desk, indicatin’ that I wanted the info so I could go there right now and get this shit handled. Last thing I need is some nigga murkin’ my boss and ruinin’ my cash flow. Donte looked at me and laughed.
“Nigga, sit the fuck down. Yo ass ain’t goin’ anywhere right now. That’s the problem with that weed too. It’ll have a nigga like you feelin’ real life invincible and ready for anythin’.”
I looked at him all crazy as I sat down. He had a point, I was feelin’ real life ready to gun down some niggas, but I wasn’t even able to walk let alone drive anywhere further than the damn driveway.
“Just sit tight for a bit. When that shit starts to wear off, then we can talk about gettin' you that information you need and sendin’ you on your way, aight?”
I nodded my head and sat back into the chair. I ain’t never been one to hate bein’ high, but this was one of those times. This shit was keepin’ me from doin’ my job and it was startin’ to agitate me. I knew better than to get all worked up and shit. Boss man wasn’t annoyed that I was high, and he said it was cool for me to just not do anything right now anyway. So I’m gone just chill.
Chapter Five:
Cynthia
Ughhh, it was time to get on and get ready for yet another night of work. Nah, I ain’t work no desk job and I don’t run game like my baby—I’m a stripper. Aha, interesting career, huh? I thought so too. When I was little, I used to look down on strippers and said they nasty and they ain’t shit. Listen nigga, they the shit. Especially when you as bad as I am and you got the goods to shake on that damn stage. I make a good ass amount of money and I ain’t need no man to depend on in order to live my life, you feel? I make a good three grand a night but sometimes I make more. You’d be surprised how much these niggas spend to watch a bitch like me shake her ass. With this money, I’m livin so good.
I laid back down in my Cali king bed as I turned my head to look out my large glass window. I was beyond blessed to own this million dollar house that sits by the beach. I got three Audi’s and two BMWs sittin’ in my garage. Aha, what is a bitch like me doin’ with all them cars? I don’t fuckin’ know; I just have ‘em. I also got three closets full of designer bags, shoes, and clothes. I ain’t got no bills besides the ones I pay to maintain this house but I make that shit in an hour or two a day. So yeah, I’m livin’ real nice and niggas who got shit against strippers can fuck off ‘cause we make money.
I sat up and looked over at a picture of me and Tyrek at the beach. We looked so damn happy together and every time I saw this picture, I smiled so damn hard. I love this nigga and we been together for a good two years now. I met him at the strip club when I was one of the dancers in the VIP section where he was. After I danced, nigga was all up on me and at first I thought he was just some drunk ass nigga tryna get more than a dance out of me, but nah. He was suave as shit with the way he was talkin’ to me and that shit turned me all the way on. So here I am. Shit, am I wrong for wantin’ more with this nigga? He ain’t gotta pay my bills or please me with no gifts ‘cause I can get that shit myself. I just want a nice rock on my finger and to start a family with him. Then again, there are days that I just wanna be a stripper hoe and make that money. But shit, there is gone be a time in both of our lives where we gone wanna settle down and travel and have kids and shit. So, I just thought the smart thing to do was to make it more than just a boyfriend and girlfriend deal, make it into a life-long relationship deal.
I took a deep sigh as I folded my long legs in and continued to think about Tyrek. I know that he has a tough job and his position is something he takes pride in so I ain’t gone interrupt his cash flow and force the nigga to spend more time with me. It would be like him tellin’ me that I can’t strip no more and that I can’t be out here makin’ my money. That shit would make me so pissed off, so I ain’t gone put him through that at all. I really do love this nigga, but I question his loyalty sometimes. He stay goin’ out and runnin’ his missions and shit, and I know that he always goes out with his patnas to celebrate and I ain’t mad about him doin’ that. I just wonder if he takes any bitch home with him or if he has another bitch that goes with him to these types of things. There really isn’t a way for me to go spy on the nigga for myself ‘cause I strip at night and a bitch need to be out here makin’ her money. I ain’t gone be sneaky and send some nigga to go spy for me ‘cause I can’t trust no one to correctly report to me and they might go on and tell Tyrek about what I’m doin’. That is just one mess that I don’t wanna find myself in the middle of. I guess I’m gone have to figure out what is goin’ on myself.
Although I questioned his loyalty, I have to remember why I even fell for this nigga. He was tough as shit and all about his money and his whole bad boy attitude is what turned me all the way on. So whenever he ain’t bein’ lovin’ and shit to me, I have to remind myself that is just how he is. I can’t be all assumin’ that he fuckin’ with other bitches just ‘cause he turn me away when I want his attention or if he don’t come around after a few days. I also need to stop questionin’ if he fuckin’ some other girl. What I said to him the other day was probably hella out of pocket bein’ I just straight assumed that he was messin’ around with some triflin’ ass hoe. I need to learn to control my mouth but sometimes I can’t help it, I just let what comes to my mind come out of my mouth. I have to stop that though. What if he decides he wanna up and leave me ‘cause I play too much and keep accusin’ him of somethin’ if he really ain’t even doin’ it? I need to believe him when he sayin that he is loyal but damn, I have this lil feelin’ inside of me that is tellin’ me otherwise. I just want forever with this man. I see us gettin' all tied up with one another and explorin’ the world together. I mean shit, how does sex in Italy fuckin’ sound? Or a romantic getaway to Greece and sex on the beach? I just want it to be us and I want us to eventually have a family. I just love this man so damn much, it would hurt me to find out he fuckin’ with some other hoe. Anyway, I need to get ready to go to work.
I forced myself off of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I applied moisturizer to my face and then some nice primer before I painted on my face. I highlighted my brows and contoured the fuck out of my face before I did my smokey eyes and cat eye. I applied my long ass fake lashes on my eyelids and made sure they were good before I moved on to my lip stain. When I was content with how I looked, I fixed up my hair. There wasn't much to do, all I had to do was straighten my hair and make sure it was perfectly curly. My hair looked good so I went to my closet to pick out my outfit. Bein’ a stripper, we really ain’t wear too much so I just grabbed a skimpy, cut out black bikini. I threw on my peacoat over it so that I wouldn’t be walkin’ outside givin’ niggas out in the street the wrong ideas. It was time for me to go so I grabbed the keys off my dresser and headed out to my sexy ass 2016 BMW i8. I hopped inside and cranked the ignition to pull out and head down to the club.
The place wasn’t too far from my place so gettin' over there wasn’t too bad. I pulled into the back of the building and parked my car by all the other people who worked here. Security was in the back and they made their way over to my car as I pulled over and got out. I appreciated these niggas; they always came to us dancer’s sides whenever we came in for work and made sure we all got to our cars safely after. I graciously took the very muscular security guard’s hand into mine as he led me into the building. This place was already poppin’ and I could see a crowd forming around my area. I wasn’t sure if they was there waitin’ for me to come through and perform for them or if they was there ‘cause this place was gettin' packed and there was literally no room to move about. My girl Shauna was ov
er on the pole workin’ her shit and it got me all excited to go on and shake my shit for some money. She looked over at me and winked, acknowledging my presence.
I headed to the dressing room and took off my coat. I pulled my red bottoms out of my bag and slipped them on my feet. Before I hit the stage, I put on lotion all over my body so I wasn’t no ashy ass mess and then I checked my hair and makeup to make sure I was still lookin’ good. When I gave myself the green light, I headed out to the floor and flaunted my shit. I winked at men and women who were watchin’ the girls shake their shit. I walked all confidently and proud that I was here tonight. I got a shit ton of compliments and some niggas slid me money just for walkin’ like I was hot shit. Worked for me!
I made it up to the stage and started to dance, just moving along with the music, not doin’ anything too special. That was until the DJ played Work by Rihanna and then I started to move my hips all seductively and started to twerk on the pole and shit. Niggas and bitches saw how I was workin’ my shit so they came my way and watched me. They even cheered me on as they threw all this money at me. After that song, the night just continued and some people bought me drinks. I graciously took a couple of them—after they remade the drinks at the bar ‘cause I ain’t trust no nigga givin me a free drink. They really try to be slick and slide some drugs into the drinks so they can get one of us to come home with them.
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