20. Deja McCoy
DEJA MCCOY
“You and Lyric just go in the VIP lounge, give them niggas a little show, and I swear after that, you can go. Them niggas in there got money. It’s a bachelors party.
The main dude is getting married tomorrow.
His groomsmen specifically asked for you, and Lyric.
Do that lil shit for me, and you can go home after that.
Come on, Poison,” Blue damn near begged over the walkie talkie to me, as I was walking with security to the right of me.
I haven’t worked a Sunday in years. I only worked tonight because I felt bad for taking off yesterday to go to the Gala event with Wolf.
Everyone knows that Saturday’s were the busiest night at the club, and I caused Blue to miss out on a lot of money last night, so to make up, this was me showing up on a Sunday.
“Where’s Lyric right now?” I asked him.
“She already standing outside the VIP entrance. She’s waiting on you,” he paged me back.
Blue didn’t even realize that he was telling on himself by calling Lyric by her real name.
The second you start calling a stripper by her real name in here, nine times out of ten, that’s when everyone can assume that you might be fuckin them.
See, with me and Blue, we were so close that he’ll call me Deja from time to time, but everyone knew that I wasn’t fuckin him, and that he was like a brother to me.
Him, and Lyric were going to get caught fuckin around, and if that shit got back to his wife, then Lyric deserved the ass beating that his wife was going to put on her.
“Alright. I’m headed there now,” I let him know.
“Thank you. Take them niggas money, and ya’ll can go home,” he said, and I passed the walkie talkie back to the security.
Before I knew it, I was on the 3rd level of the club.
The 3rd level of Club Playground is where the money was at.
See, downstairs, you didn’t have to have money.
Just pay your tab to get in, and you were good to sit and vibe with the rest of the general club.
3rd level though? Oh, your money had to be long.
Any time a man came into this club, and they booked to come up to the 3rd level, that only meant they had money, and they were ready to spend that shit.
All the private rooms were up here. You had to specifically pick who you wanted to dance for you, and that’s why Blue told me that the men solely asked for me, and Lyric.
We got paid for our time to come up here and dance.
The men could get a private dance and show for 30 minutes.
I’ve made some of my best money coming up here to the 3rd floor.
I’ve been tried a time or two as well. When niggas got us up here to the 3rd level, they thought that they were going to fuck, which is why security came up here with us, and would stand by the door, so none of that funny shit could go on inside one of the private rooms.
“Ooh, look at you. You don’t even look right being here at this time of the morning,” Lyric said to me, once I approached her.
“Girl, tell me about it. Then, I told Wolf that I was going to be home by 2:30. I’m ready to get out of here, and lay up under my man,” I vented, and right after I said it, Lyric laughed.
“Oh, your man? Did I miss a chapter?” she asked me, and this time, it was my turn to laugh.
“Lyric, I let them bitches take Hitta. Let them fuck the skin off that dick. Not Wolf though. A bitch want him, she would have to drag me off that dick, and that wouldn’t even be enough,” I let her know, sounding delusional as hell, but it was the truth.
That man was breaking me down. I was falling for him by the day.
It wasn’t just lust anymore. I felt like I was about to fall in love with him.
I keep thinking about last night. The breakdown that I had in the black truck, and how he came, and got me together.
How he was able to read me down, calling out my trauma, and explaining to me that I acted the way I did because of old shit between me, and my mom.
He called all that out, while letting me know that he saw me.
Kissed my tears away, and then put that dick on me, completely calming me down.
Not to mention that we fucked raw for the first time last night.
I was out of my mind about him, thinking about him all night at the club, ready to get back home to him.
“I know that’s right,” Lyric said, putting her hand out, so I could high five her.
After that, we briefly talked about what we were going to do once we made it inside, and then security opened the private door for us.
Security allowed us to walk in first, and once we were in, he stepped in and posted up by the door.
I turned my head, looking ahead of me. There were seven men sitting down on the couch.
They looked like their ages ranged from late 40’s, till about early 50’s.
I could smell the money on them from the cologne that was lingering in the air.
Those heavy, expensive wood scents that were floating through the air told me everything that I needed to know.
I liked to look at the kind of time piece that a man wore.
There were AP’s and Richard Millie’s on these men, and again, that spoke volumes.
Pants were tailored, shoes were nice and expensive.
All of these were good signs of a good spender.
“I hear we have someone that’s getting married tomorrow,” I seductively said it, as I made my way over to the men.
I wasn’t necessarily staring them in their eyes. My eyes weren’t on anyone, or anything in particular. I was disconnecting, which is what I had to learn how to do, especially when I came back into these private rooms.
“Yeahhhh,” the men shouted out, and clapped their hands.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” Lyric asked. All the men started cheering, pointing to the man that was sitting in the middle.
The music cut on, and while Lyric took the dude on the end, I went for the groom.
I gave him my back, allowing him to enjoy that view first. I seductively bent down, giving him that award winning, money shot, and from there, they all went crazy, and started throwing money up in the air.
He never saw it coming, when I slammed my ass in his lap.
I gave him a lap dance, grinding in his lap, and after a few minutes, I allowed my head to hit his chest, and I turned to look at him.
The second my eyes landed on him, I screamed and jumped up from his lap.
“Deja, what the fuck!” Lyric screamed at me, stopping in her dance, so that she could look at me like I was fuckin crazy. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy. Security even rushed over to see what the hell was going on.
“Poison, what happened?” Dan, the security asked me.
I was so shaken up that I really couldn’t say anything.
I kept my eyes on him the entire time though.
I knew this was him. I knew my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me.
My mom used to keep a picture of him in a frame that she kept on her dresser.
I used to ask her as a kid who the man was, and she would tell me that he was my father.
Every time I asked her to take me to meet him, she would always throw it in my face that he didn’t want anything to do with me.
This was him. He had those same light green eyes as the man in the picture. Same light skin. Same bald head. He just looked older now. More mature.
“Is your name Fred?” I asked him, finally finding my voice.
“Yeah. Why?” he responded. His voice was deep as hell.
“I’m Deja,” I said, breaking a rule of mine, giving a customer my real name. When I said it, he gave me a blank look, as if he didn’t know what I was talking about.
“I’m Tameka’s daughter,” I let him know, and right after I said it, it’s almost like it hit him because that blank look was no longer there.
In fact, his face turned red from anger. He looked me up and down for a few seconds and then shot up from the couch. He tried to walk past me, but I blocked his path.
“Ay, I don’t know what your mama told you about me, but she’s the same lying ass bitch that she was over twenty years ago.
Don’t believe shit that lady tells you. She tried to pin you on me years ago.
She knows fuckin well that you don’t belong to me.
That was community pussy. You could be any man’s child!
” he shot, and took the other way, getting around me, and walking out of the room.
I stood here, feeling numb. Stood here, not knowing what to believe.
I heard so many lies over the years from my mom about my dad, that I’ve always been so unsure.
During all the hateful shit that she would spit my way, she would often tell me that my father didn’t want anything to do with me. That’s what I’ve believed for years.
I wonder if he really wasn’t my father. I wonder if she didn’t know who my real father was. So many things that I was questioning right now. My mood had completely been shot, so I rushed to get out of the room, and took the stairs up to get to the locker room.
Stepping inside the locker room, it was pretty dead in here. Just a handful of girls that were sitting around.
I went over to my locker, pulled my phone out, and I noticed that I had a couple of text messages.
One from Wolf. He was asking me how my night was going.
I didn’t really play into his message too much because my eyes went for the message above his.
It was a couple of messages from my little sister.
I could only see the first half of it, until I pressed on her name and went directly for the message thread.
Baby Sis
Sister, you know I love you so much. So, so much.
You know that you have always been my favorite person in the world since I was born.
Deja, I’m just not happy. I haven’t been happy in a very long time.
I tried to hang in there for the sake of my son, you, and mama.
I’m not one of the strong ones. I want to go find happiness.
Baby Sis
Don’t let mama raise Nico for me. I don’t want her to fuck him up like she did with us. I know my son will be in the best care with you. Please don’t be mad at me, sister. I love you forever.
“No! No! No! Nari, noooo!” I screamed, clicking out of her message, and I went to call her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. Those messages were sent to me well over ten minutes ago.
“Nariiii! Don’t do this shit to me!” I was hysterically crying, screaming to the top of my lungs, as it hit me that my sister just sent me a suicide message.
As I was screaming and crying, having my moment, repeatedly calling her phone, the dancers that were in the room rushed over to me to see what was going on. At the same time, Lyric walked in the room, and when she noticed me screaming, she rushed over to me.
“Deja, what? What happened?” Lyric asked, moving the girls that were in the room from standing in front of me.
My body dropped down to the floor, and she got down with me.
“Lyric…. Nariiii,” I cried to her.
Immediately, I saw the way her face changed. She instantly grew sad as she looked back at me. I didn’t have the words to say it, so I handed her my phone, allowing her to read the message on her own. She translated it the same way as I did because I saw the way her eyes watered up.
I knew this wasn’t the time for me to sit here, and cry. I had to get the fuck up, so that I could find where my sister was. I had to. For my sake, I had to.
I would literally die if Nari took the easy way out and harmed herself.
My little sister was my world. She’s been my world from the moment my mom brought her home from the hospital.
She had to hang in there for me. Wherever she was, I needed her to hear my voice.
I needed her to count all the times that I’ve told her I loved her and needed her in this world.
If she thought about anything tonight, that’s the main thing I wanted her to think about. I needed her to know how badly she would break my heart if she checked out on me.