8. Chapter 7
The DJ had that shit playing at Heaven’s Door while the colored lights flashed across the stage. Men crowded near the front throwing money while the DJ kept yelling Allure’s name through the speakers like she was the main event.
“Allure is in this mothafucka tonight!” he shouted. “Y’all better wake the fuck up!”
“Oh she showing out tonight,” one of the dancers muttered near the bar.
Allure smirked hearing it. She decided to do her hanging split that put her on the map at Heaven's Door.
She knew doing that would make the hoes even madder.
She climbed the pole slowly while the crowd started yelling because they already knew what was coming next.
One leg locked around the pole while the other crossed over it for balance.
She leaned back until she was almost upside down before releasing into her signature hanging split near the top of the pole.
The whole club roared with excitement. Money flew everywhere.
“Yeahhhh, she ate with that one!” somebody in the crowd yelled.
Allure held the split a little longer than she normally did just to show off before sliding down smoothly onto the stage floor. Men were going crazy calling out her name and throwing bands and she was loving every minute of the attention she was getting.
That’s when she saw June at the front entrance. And just like that, her whole mood changed.
June had just walked into the club looking too damn good and acting way too confident for Allure's liking.
She was wearing a sexy two piece outfit by Alo that made her look the fuck good.
The top had thin straps and it sat against her titties perfectly.
And the skorts did what they were supposed to do.
They highlighted her thick hips and her fat ass and also showed off her toned but shapely legs.
On her feet were a pair of black Isabel Marant wedge sneakers.
She had a deep side part with her hair braided into a stylish sideways French braid.
And her edges were laid perfectly as usual.
She complimented the look with her gold diamond studs.
A few heads turned once she stepped inside.
Even some of the men near the stage stopped watching Allure.
Allure’s smile faded once she noticed the attention was no longer on her.
"Here come this nothing ass bitch," Allure muttered under her breath. She was the queen of petty and she was determined to make June pay for stealing her shine.
Mercedes spotted June near the bar ordering a drink. Mercedes had just come from the back and she was sipping on a glass of Don Julio. She smiled and walked over to June.
“Bitch, you look good as fuck tonight,” Mercedes said, grinning as she gave her homegirl a big hug.
June laughed and stuck her tongue out in a playful tease. “You know it, bitch. I had to show out, just a little bit.”
Mercedes’s smile faltered slightly. “You ready for tonight though? I heard your name come up in a few conversations…”
June raised an eyebrow. “Oh for real? What was the convo about?”
But before Mercedes could answer, Allure stepped off the stage and strutted over to them like she was the HBIC.
“Well, well, well. Look who finally showed her ass up in here again,” Allure said, already looking for a problem.
“I heard you went out with Marcus the other day…. You fuckin’ the boss already, huh?
" She crossed her arms and looked June up and down before continuing.
"I see it now…That's your way of making it to the top huh, June? That little Marcus got you eating out the palm of his hand, or is he the one eating something?”
Mercedes took one look at June's face and she took several steps back. Knowing how June's temper was, she already knew where this was about to go.
June looked at Allure like she couldn't believe this ho was still talking. “Bitch shut the fuck up witcho nosey, hatin’ ass,” she snapped.
Allure laughed, stepping closer. “Or what? What the fuck you gon do bitch?!!!!”
June’s ain't say shit else, and before Allure could react, June lunged forward and swung. Her fist connected hard with Allure’s jaw, and she dropped to the floor like a hot potato.
Allure quickly got up and had the look of death in her eyes, with blood trickling from her lip. “You fuckin' bitch!” she screamed.
But before June could step in again, Allure snatched her drink off the bar and flung it straight in June’s face. Liquor splashed in her eyes, dripping down her lashes and burning just enough to make her blink.
Allure used that as an opportunity to catch her off guard. She came at June with her hands swinging wildly. June ducked the punch, but Allure's sharp nails ended up scratching her across the face.
“Stop playing with me ho!” June yelled, throwing jabs left and right. Each punch was precise and brutal. “Stay in yo mothafuckin' lane! This ain't what the fuck you want! Stay the fuck out my face bitch!”
Allure staggered back then lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of June’s hair and yanking hard.
“Fuck outta here bitch!” she spat as she punched June dead in her mouth, “You ain’t built like that for real!”
That was the fuck it.
From that point on June saw red. She was on demon time and she was about to show this bitch who the real HBIC was. June grabbed a fistful of Allure’s weave.
"So you like pulling hair huh, bitch? Huh, is this what weak bitches like you do?…. I gotchu bitch, just watch. Imma do you one better ho," yelled June.
"Ladies and Gentleman, how yall doing out there tonight? Yall good?" June yelled out to the crowd and smiled. The crowd then turned their attention toward June. A few people looked at each other, confused as hell by the sudden interaction.
"YEAHHHH!" several voices shouted back.
June smiled. "Good. Cause this stupid bitch clearly forgot who the fuck she was talking to tonight." And then suddenly she had an idea.
With Allure's hair still in her hands, she dragged her across the floor towards the stage.
"Excuse us yall," June said casually to a group standing in the way.
All you heard in the crowd was a bunch of "Oh shits" and "Ayyeee yo what the fucks" as June kept a tight grip on Allure's hair.
People in the crowd gasped and moved out the way as they witnessed Allure being dragged across the floor like a ragdoll.
People scrambled to move out of the way while Allure's knees scraped across the polished floor.
Her screams echoed through the club as she clawed at June's wrist trying desperately to break free.
"LET ME THE FUCK GO!"
June ignored her as she continued pulling Allure across the floor like she was taking out the trash. A man holding a drink wasn't paying attention and accidentally stepped into her path. June accidentally bumped into him. The liquor splashed onto his shirt.
"Fuck!" he shouted.
June looked back at him and called out, "My bad, boo."
Then she yanked Allure's hair harder. Allure was calling June all kinds of derogatory names. Her knees scraped against the polished wood and they were bleeding from the friction as Allure tried to free herself from the grip. The other dancers backed away, whispering and gawking.
Mercedes covered her mouth. “Oh my God…”
"Come on bitch, since yo ass is like Tupac wanting all eyes on you, here you go bitch, let's give em' a fucking show!
!!" June screamed in anger. She and Allure were now in the center of the stage and the crowd had open mouths and wide eyes. June still had a grip on Allure’s hair and she started delivering devastating punches to her face.
“I'm not gon say this shit again, bitch.
Keep. My. Name. Out. Yo. Fuckin'. Mouth!” June shouted in between punches, her voice becoming hoarse.
“I swear to God if you don't, you’ll wish you never walked yo ass up in this mothafucka!”
Allure tried to swing back, but June was too fast and too skilled.
A right hook knocked Allure’s two front teeth out, sending her screaming in shock.
June still ain't let up. Rage had her moving different.
The crowd lost it at that point. Customers jumped up on the stage pulling their phones out while dancers backed away from the stage.
Allure swung again, but June ducked it and punched her straight in the nose.
Several people in the crowd gasped. Allure screamed and grabbed her face while blood poured through her fingers.
“You had enough bitch? Huh? Are you done yet ho?!” June yelled, moving toward her again. “I'm not gon tell yo ass again ho!”
Allure came back swinging and caught June with a right hook.
That only made June lose it even more. She shoved Allure into the stripper pole so hard that it knocked the air out of her.
Before she could recover, June grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed her face down onto the stage floor.
She kept doing it over and over and more teeth started coming out from the bottom row.
People started throwing money on stage clearly enjoying the show.
The DJ cut the music. Security started trying to move through the crowd, but Marcus stopped them with one look from the VIP section upstairs.
He was watching everything. Allure tried getting up, but June grabbed her weave and yanked her back down.
The whole club was in a frenzy. Allure screamed while blood poured down her chin.
June stood over her breathing hard. “Yeah, bitch. Talk that shit now.”
Security finally broke through the crowd, but before they could grab her, June snatched Allure up again and shoved her toward the VIP hallway near Marcus’s office.
Girls scattered out the way while both of them stumbled through the flashing lights and mirrored walls.
Allure could barely stand at that point.
One eye was already swelling shut and her weave hung halfway off her head, but she still tried swinging anyway.
June dodged the punch and slammed her against the wall near the champagne rooms.