Chapter Ten #4
“If you sitting down, stand the fuck up,” a gritty voice demanded. “We in a booty club, the fuck you niggas sitting still foe?” Logic questioned, hopping on the stage. “Get ya money’s worth, they charging a hunnit dollars at the doe.”
“Oh damn,” Bobbi gasped, looking up from her phone. “He fine. Isn’t that the guy from Rahlo’s party?” She questioned aloud, but it went ignored.
“Bitch is that Logic?” Aria whispered as he swaggered onto the stage. “Did you know he was here?”
“Uh-huh,” Tyler uttered, not bothering to fill her in on all the details. She was mesmerized.
When Tyler told Logic to transform, she didn’t know he’d do it like this.
From the way he bopped around on the stage, you wouldn’t have been able to tell he was backstage freaking out.
The man was tossing money in the air, slapping asses, and giving the people a show like he was performing for a stadium full of fans.
“Put on my diamonds when I go to sleep. Shining on niggas, but it’s not a dream.
Baby shining cause she priceless, let me add her to the team, and if her nigga acting up, attach the scope to the beam,” Logic rapped, locking eyes with Tyler, who didn’t back down.
Stopping in front of their section, he leaned forward and rapped in Tyler’s face.
“And shorty, I'm out here on my mobbin’ shit. Tell that lame nigga to keep you close, 'cause I’m tryna take his chick.”
Wanting a little attention, Bobbi smashed her breasts together and blew Logic a couple of kisses. She puckered her lips and bounced up and down, but the gesture was unnoticed. In a room full of dancers, Logic only had eyes for one girl, and Bobbi wasn’t her.
“Am I missing something?” She frowned, noticing Logic eye fucking her cousin.
“A couple of screws.” Shane waved her off. “Dance and stop watching people.” He shooed her.
“Lord!” Aria covered her mouth when Logic winked at her best friend and sexily walked away. “Baby, if I could be a fly on the wall in that man's bathroom.”
“You better chill before Dex comes through. You know he don’t play that shit,” Bobbi repeated.
“Girl, please stop talking about a nigga who's not here,” Shane snapped. “She's dancing, and if you not gone dance, please carry yo stiff neck ass to the bar or go home. Do anything that doesn’t involve you standing here talking about Dex.”
“Too fucking late,” Aria huffed, watching Dexter and his boys being led to their section. “Bitch let me find out you called him,” she glared at Bobbi.
“Why would I do that?” She squinted.
“It’s cool yall,” Tyler assured her friends. “We still gone party,” she promised, but they all knew it was a lie. The party was officially over.
“Sup baby,” Dex spoke, bogarting his way into the section. “This how you doing it?” He roughly grabbed her by the waist, causing her to trip over her feet and fall back into him.
“Damn nigga, you don’t gotta pull on her like that,” Shane snapped.
“She my bitch or yours?” Dexter responded. “Then again, she might be yours because yall seem to know more about her than me.” He laughed. “I’m probably just the nigga fucking her and I can barely do that right, huh Ty?”
“Dex, let’s go talk.”
“What nigga was you in the studio with?” He asked, ignoring her request.
“Kenny,” Tyler answered. “It was last minute, and I just wanted to lay a couple of tracks,” she explained.
“That’s what we doing?” Dexter glared at her through glossy eyes. “You fucking with niggas behind my back?”
“You know Kenny-"
“So the fuck what!” he roared, then quickly replaced his hard glare with a sinister grin. “My fault.” Dexter kissed her lips. “I’m trippin’,”
“I-
“We straight, baby. You celebrating, right?” Dex kissed her jaw. “Let’s celebrate. Aye! Bring my girl another bottle. Send some bitches up here! It’s a fucking celebration,” he yelled over the music, not caring that Logic was on stage rapping.
A drink was the last thing he needed, but Tyler’s actions had him livid.
Not only did she embarrass him at the label with her announcement, but the video he received of her smiling in Logic’s face pissed him off.
Dexter’s first thoughts were to shoot up the strip club, but Darryl and the label would drop him faster than he could form the words ‘not guilty.’ Then there was his money.
It wasn’t long enough to withstand a trial.
“Here.” Dex popped a pill in his mouth and tried to kiss Tyler.
“I’m good, bae. I've just been drinking.” She shook her head, rejecting the pill he tried to force in her mouth.
“Make me flip the fuck out if you want to. Take the fucking pill and vibe with your nigga,” he gritted.
Against her better judgment, Tyler allowed him to push the pill into her mouth. The bitter taste had her reaching for a water, but Dexter shoved a cup of liquor in her hand.
“Here,” he smirked. “Drink up, it’s a party, right?”
“Right.” She forced a smile on her face.
“Play some Detroit Dex in this bitch,” Tilly yelled.
“Right, show these lil niggas who really paved the way,” Dex co-signed.
Almost immediately, the beat to one of his songs dropped and a grin spread across his face.
He peered at Logic, who was still on the stage, sandwiched between two dancers.
Giving him a cocky glare, Dex started bobbing to the beat.
As soon as he opened his mouth to rap the first verse, the song started scratching and then cut off.
“Sike.” Logic chuckled in the mic. “Bitch, I’m big dude.
” Big Boogie intro played, sending the club into hysteria.
The dancers on the stage surrounding Logic shook their asses a little harder while Al bopped around, tossing dollars in the air.
Logic tilted his bottle in their direction with a cocky grin etched across his lips.
“You want me to go over there?” Tilly asked.
“Nah, that lil nigga still not fucking with me.” Dexter returned the gesture by holding up his bottle and grabbing a hand full of Tyler’s ass.
Although she was in Dexter’s arms, Tyler’s eyes still followed Logic as he cut up on the stage.
Like every other woman in the building, she was in a trance.
She wanted to tell him this was the energy he needed all the time.
There was no need for him to be shy because Logic owned the stage, and Tyler loved that for him.
“Here.” Dexter pressed the bottle to her lips, pinching her lip between the rim of the bottle and her teeth. “Drink up.”
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An hour later, Logic tried to focus on the cutie in front of him, but his eyes kept traveling to Tyler’s section.
She was beyond turnt up. Sloppy even, and no one was trying to stop her.
It was like watching a train wreck and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it.
The friends that were once at her side were replaced with random niggas and strippers who copped a feel when Dex wasn’t looking.
“She’s not yours,” Rahlo said, walking up behind Logic, whose eyes were still glued to Tyler’s section.
Instead of everyone watching the dancers, they were all watching Tyler.
She was standing on the stage in her section with her ass tooted in the air.
Everyone was recording her, while Dex slapped her ass and threw money over her as if she were one of the dancers, and not his woman.
He disrespectfully slapped her ass and grabbed her hair, not caring that her lace was lifting.
“I can’t just sit here.” Logic’s jaw clenched. “She drunk as fuck and this nigga still feeding her drinks.”
“That’s her situation, Lo. You can’t cause a problem every time yall in the same room,” Rahlo preached, but he knew when a nigga wasn’t listening to him. Everything he was saying went in one ear and out the other. “But I can tell you gone do what you want, make it quiet and don’t get locked up.”
“Aight.” Logic chugged the rest of his drink before setting the empty glass on the table.
“Call me tomorrow. I booked you for a show at Wayne State,” Rahlo informed him.
“The college?”
“Yea. It's for a preseason basketball game.”
“Aight, see you tomorrow.” They dapped before Rahlo nodded at his people, letting them know he was ready to go.
“Told her bend it over, pussy fat, pussy pouring. Main bitches say they pussy good, pussy boring,” Big Boogie rapped over the speakers in the club.
Tyler’s vision was blurred, but it didn’t stop her from popping her pussy.
Her body was drenched in sweat as she reached toward the sky like someone was going to come down and grab her.
Maybe even save her. The stripper dancing in front of Tyler was damn near scissoring her in the middle of the club, and no one did a thing.
While her mind screamed stop, Tyler’s pussy throbbed from the friction.
Soft moans escaped her lips as Dex kissed the back of her neck.
“I can go home with yall if you want?” The stripper whispered in Tyler’s ear. “I’ll suck your pussy until you pass out, baby.” She licked her ear. “Can I do that? Can I make you squirt in my mouth?”
“What you gone do for me?” Dexter asked, reaching out to touch her bare breast.
“I’m going to swallow you whole.” She winked, exciting him.
“Say less.” Dexter adjusted his dick, ready for the real party to start. “Go pack your shit, we about to dip.”
The dancer released Tyler and stepped off the stage just as the club went black, sending everyone into pandemonium.
Screams, shattering glass, and footsteps could be heard as people fought their way through the darkness.
Somewhere between tussling in the dark and trying to keep his balance, Dexter lost his grip on Tyler.
“Ty!” Dexter hollered, trampling over people to find his girl. “Turn the lights on in this bitch!” he barked, pushing patrons to the ground. “Ty!”
Two minutes later, the lights popped back on and the club was in shambles. Young niggas were snatching purses and bottles from behind the bar, drunk people were being trampled, and Tyler was nowhere to be found.