15. Deja McCoy #2
“If you keep talking to me like that, you’re going to get fucked,” I was a bold bitch. There was a little liquor in my system, so it had me feeling a little bolder.
“I don’t get fucked. I do the fuckin, love. Go ahead. Go handle your business,” he said, tapping me on the lower part of my back.
I pulled away and looked at him. He had me completely out of my body in this club with him.
I never exposed my hand to people. Even when I was dealing with Hitta, he knew that I didn’t do all that PDA in public.
One, this was my job, and I wanted to keep it professional.
Two, I knew the nigga was fuckin around with other girls, and I didn’t want to look like a fool, hugged up and kissing him, while it’s a handful of other bitches that he was probably fuckin behind my back.
“Hold up. Hold up. I need the woman of the hour to come up here. Poison, where you at, girl? Bring your fine ass up here!” that was DJ Craig calling out for me, as I was already making my way towards the front of the club.
The music had stopped playing by this point, and all the TV’s that were surrounding the club were doing a countdown. They were really treating tonight like a mass production, and I loved that for me.
“There she go right there. Security, grab my girl hand, man. She walking through a crowd of people, and we don’t need nobody pulling on the Miami princess. Get my girl right, man,” DJ Craig only had to say it one time.
Security came out of nowhere, pulling my hand, pushing the crowd of people back, so that no one touched me, and before I knew it, I was standing front in center, in the middle of the stage. The second I was up here, I could hear everyone in the crowd calling for me.
“That’s my fuckin niece!” my ghetto ass auntie called out for me.
The world knew that my auntie didn’t play about me, so when the crowd heard her release that outburst, she was able to get everyone to start laughing.
“Ya’ll know who that was, right? We got Trouble in the motha fuckin building tonight.
We not going to act like Trouble didn’t have the streets of Miami lined up, waiting to see her dance.
Make some fuckin noise for Trouble, man,” DJ Craig went on, and my auntie still received so much love in Miami, so everyone was cheering for her.
I was loudly screaming for her too, as I looked up into the section, where her, and the rest of my girls were.
“It’s about that time man. The moment we’ve all been waiting for.
Our very own Miami princess got flown out to Atlanta to star alongside one of the biggest rappers that’s in the game right now.
Kilo could have chosen any other woman in the world, but he chose Miami’s finest. Miami’s biggest. Miami’s prettiest. So, without further ado, here it goes right here.
Make some fuckin noise for Poison as she stars in ‘Fuck & fight’,” DJ Craig screamed for me, and just like the rest of the crowd, I focused my attention on the TV screen.
Opening shot, I was the first person that you saw on the screen.
It was that scene where I was in bed, in my lingerie piece, waiting for Kilo to bring his ass home, so that I could confront him about another bitch.
When the crowd saw me, they started going crazy.
They were screaming out all kinds of things throughout the club, telling me how good I looked.
When Kilo walked through the bedroom door, the crowd screamed again.
We did our exchange, and I stood here, damn near on the verge of tears because I acted my ass off on that scene.
You would have really thought that Kilo and I were a real couple.
The crowd was eating this shit up, especially after the nigga slammed me on the bed, got me together, and we kissed.
The music officially started after that scene, and the fans rapped every word, and were screaming the entire time about how good we looked. It was a seven-minute video, and once the video ended, the cheers went on for at least two minutes.
“Ay man, give it up for Poison. Sis, you did that shit, and behalf of everyone in the club, I gotta let you know that we’re all proud of you,” DJ Craig called out into the mic.
As if I was on Broadway, I took a bow, waving at everyone in the crowd, and thanking them.
Seeing how all these people came out to celebrate with me and even knowing that Wolf was here to see me, I wanted to show out right quick.
I was already in my skimpy bra and panties set, with my platform heels, so I turned to look at DJ Craig.
“Craig?” I called his name out. I was standing a good distance away from him, but he was still able to hear me.
“Poison what’s good?” he asked me. He asked it in a way like he was on whatever I was on.
“Play my shit for me please,” I said to him.
I had a nigga in here that I wanted to fuck like I needed air to breathe.
I had my auntie in here that taught me everything about this lifestyle.
My girls were here, and hundreds of fans had come out to see me.
I had to shut the club down for a second and prove to the crowd why they were calling me the Queen of the Pole.
None of this was in my plans for the night. After the video played, the plan was to leave. I’ve been partying with my fans since 8. I was ready to take my ass home, but I was so thankful for the love, that I wanted to keep it going, and give them another set.
My eyes landed on Blue, who was standing in the back of the club, and his arms were crossed with a smile on his face. He knew I was about to make bank, and if I made bank, he made bank too, and that’s why his ass was smiling.
“Oh, we doing it like that? Get ya’ll money out. Poison just told me to play her shit,” he said, and the crowd went crazy.
The beat dropped, and a Miami throwback started playing.
The song was called Naked Hustle. The rapper was a Miami native named Ice Billion Berg.
Another rapper named Bizzle was featured on the song.
Everyone knew that this was my signature song.
Most times when I do my sets, this is the song that I would come out to.
All I needed was for the beat to drop, and I seductively walked over to the pole.
I sexually walked around it, with only one hand holding on.
It was called a pole walk, and my pole walk was nasty!
Many have tried to duplicate my pole walk, but they weren’t quite there yet.
It was just a certain confidence, and sexiness that I had, while I walked around the pole.
Because this wasn’t planned, and nothing was practiced, I freestyled. I jumped right into it, hitting them with a Fonji. No idea why I kept throwing this dangerous ass trick out there like that, but again, a nigga that I wanted to fuck was here, so I had to show off.
My body moved around the pole, and I would do this thing where I released my body, only to regroup.
You could watch me do it, and see how dangerous it was, which is why the crowd erupted in praise.
I pulled something else out of my trick bag, and I hit them with the Iron X.
I know bitches that have literally broken their necks, trying to attempt this trick.
My body was extended horizontally from the pole, and I only held myself up with my arms.
“Mannnn, are ya’ll seeing this shit? This is why we call her the Queen of the Pole! Do that shit, Poison! Show them how it’s done!” DJ Craig hyped me, which really didn’t do anything but wake that dog up in me even more.
The things he was saying were true though.
There were levels to being called the Queen of the Pole.
Yes, they were talking about my face, and my body, but a lot of that was my skill too.
There were so many dancers in Miami, but a lot of them were just pretty faces, BBL bodies, and they could shake their asses.
My shit was different because I was actually a pole dancer.
There was a science behind this shit with me.
I knew how to do all kinds of tricks on the pole.
I could climb all the way to the top and do the kind of tricks that would have the club goers clutching their chest, fearing that I was going to fall down on my head.
The song continued playing loudly, and for a moment, as I did my thing, my eyes danced around, looking for Wolf.
He wasn’t lying when he told me that he was a fan.
I had him sitting there, and I was the only one he was looking at.
With my back against the pole, I seductively swayed my body down, opened my legs a little, and I put my hand there, covering my crotch area, as if that was sacred and I didn’t want to show the world his shit.
I knew the song was coming to an end, so I wanted to go out with a bang. I did one last pole walk, and then I placed both hands on the pole, and started climbing. I kept climbing up. Going higher, and higher.
“Ya’ll better pull ya’ll phones out and record this shit. Poison showing out tonight,” DJ Craig went on to hype me up again.
I made it all the way to the top, and I flipped my body, so that I was in an inverted position. My head was towards the floor. I paused for a second, said a quick prayer, asking God that I didn’t fall on my head in front of all these people, and then I took a deep breath.
The second I said Amen, I dropped my body, flying down the pole… quickly. I could hear everyone around me going insane. Money was flying. It was so much money that I really couldn’t see shit around me.
My body didn’t stop flying until I was about three inches away from the floor, and after that, I pulled myself up, stood on my own two feet, and just soaked up all this love around me.
I gave them another bow, but this bow basically meant that I was done for the night. They couldn’t get nothing else out of me. I could tell by all this money on the floor that I made a killing tonight.
“Give it up for Poison, ya’ll. That’s a wild girl right there!” DJ Craig concluded.