FLEX
It was in the middle of the night, and the storm sounded as if it was getting worse.
After Scooter left, the thought of what he was out there getting into bothered me.
I didn’t know if he was concocting a plan to get back at me for thinking I had taken his money or if he had gone to visit Keith during the storm.
My head rolled in a circle as my music had become louder than the thunder that was screaming outside.
When I closed my eyes as I did a few pliés, that’s when he appeared.
The way he stood there was firm, secure, and sexy.
The way he puffed on his blunt as he watched me pat my pussy in his face.
Before I knew it, I was leaping, doing Tendu, and all.
I slid over, gripping the pole and swung.
I’d begun to mix my ballet with dancing on the pole.
The idea of Foe took over. I spun, leaped, swiveled my hips seductively, and popped my ass.
The way my hand caressed the pole was how I would do Foe.
My head swung side to side as I smiled. I knew by the way he came at me that he wouldn’t be an easy prey, but when I danced for his birthday, that was my time to show him everything he could have.
Shit, if I had to accept the girlfriend, I would turn her ass out too.
The more my mind went on a field trip of its own, the harder I worked until my lustful dancing was interrupted by a knock at my door. I hurried and turned the music off before creeping to the door, “Who is it?”
“Flex, open the door, it’s Scooter.”
I rolled my eyes before opening the door.
He came in manic. Scooter paced the floor, “I need to get me and my brother out of here. I went to visit him, and all he is talking about is Bishop. Bishop did this and Bishop did that. He’s my fucking brother!
” he shouted. He pointed at me. “I need my money so I can get my brother and me out of here.”
I was panicking. “You can’t take him from the hospital. Maybe Bishop can help. I told you I don’t have your money!” I shouted.
Kareem turned to me. His eyes were red, but they weren’t of anger, more of sadness. “I talked to him, Flex. Now I don’t know whether you’re lying or he is, but somebody better get me my money.”
I couldn’t think because I knew that, at some point, Scooter was going to lose his shit.
“Fuck! I will help you. I swear I don’t have your money, but I will help you.
I have a big gig next weekend; give me some time and I will get you something.
After that, Kareem, I want you out of my life.
I don’t care where you go or what you do, but you need to leave me alone. ”
I knew he was desperate and if giving him money to be done with me forever was my only option, then I would do it.
Anything was better than death because I knew that’s what was brewing in his head.
Although I was going to give him this money, I knew Kareem wouldn’t stop until his friend, who clearly played him, and the person who put his brother in the hospital were dead.