Chapter 3 #3
When the back light came on, two figures stood in the middle of the stage.
I noticed immediately that the two women shared a kiss as their hands roamed each other’s bodies.
Normani “All Yours” seeped from the speakers fading in, giving the two the aesthetic they needed.
I hit Chrome in the arm, and he shook his head all while carrying a small smile.
The silhouette of a woman was more intriguing than seeing her body half the time.
If the silhouette hit, you knew for sure she was coming with some heat.
Their bodies moved in sync as they performed.
It looked as if it came effortlessly to them.
One was taller than the other, but the thickness was different.
While one had curves and cake like my woman, the other was slim thick with a lil’ booty on her.
I couldn’t lie. The entertainment was entertaining.
The tall one had all my attention. The way she moved was as if she enjoyed it.
Like you could see her passion for it in every step she took.
As if we needed anything else, the tinted glass was pulled up and the spotlight was on the women.
Semi dressed but giving you everything you needed at the same time.
They took a few steps closer to the end of the stage where we were sitting, and my body suddenly felt a familiar presence. That shit made me uncomfortable as hell because the familiarity was one I would have for my woman. I sat up as they approached and took the tall one in more.
I knew my woman from top to fuckin’ bottom.
There was nothing about Onyx I couldn’t give a thorough description about.
As the women closed the gap, the tattoo of her father’s name on her rib was on display.
I had to chuckle because it wasn’t no way in hell the woman I just left damn near an hour ago was in this fuck ass club dancing for a piece of fuckin’ change.
Hell, I knew good and goddamn well my bitch wasn’t in this muthafucka period, as if that was something I allowed.
With them stepping off the stage, Onyx came right for me but quickly stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed who the fuck I was.
Shadow Thongs was dark and in order for you to know who was in this bitch, you damn near had to be right up on them.
I knew she wasn’t expecting me to be here, but the expectations were mutual.
My blood was boiling just thinking about how long her ass been lying to me.
“Shadow Thongs is one hell of a dance studio, ain’t it?” I questioned. She stood there just staring at me and slowly went to covering her body as if I wasn’t just in it planting seeds.
“Nahmari, w-what are you uhm, w-what are you doing here?” The stuttering was comical. I never once in my life heard her stutter. She always spoke with confidence but at this moment she could hardly form a sentence good.
Standing, I quickly removed my shirt and threw it at her, hitting her in the chest. “Put that shit on and meet me outside.”
“Baby, I?—”
“I got to drag yo’ ass out this muthafucka or what?” I wasn’t asking her to leave again.
“Drag me? I’m gro?—”
I snatched her disrespectful ass up so fuckin’ fast and pulled her to the exit.
When I said drag, I wasn’t fuckin’ exaggerating.
She was getting the fuck out of this muthafuckin’ establishment one way or another.
If she was smart, she’d leave on her own because I had no problem setting fire to this bitch so she could understand where the fuck my head was at with this shit.
Once the door was opened, I slung her ass out that bitch.
I was beyond pissed. I had the entire crew in this muthafucka tonight and she was on stage begging for attention like some hoe.
Strippers were nothing more than that, that found a way to strip niggas of they bread.
Then again, that never stopped some from getting on the corner either.
We stood there in silence. I wasn’t the muthafucka that needed to explain shit, so I was confused on why the fuck her gums weren’t flapping by now. “You ain’t got shit to say?”
She removed her mask and dropped her head to fumble with my shirt.
She had yet to put that bitch on. I chuckled and took a few steps back.
I could feel myself getting to that point.
I didn’t put my hands on women but damn I was close to smacking fire from her ass.
She was in a strip club dancing for pennies ‘cause let’s be real, she had commas in the bank.
“Onyx, I’m really trying to hear you the fuck out, but baby, I’m losing my fuckin’ patience. Why the fuck you here?” I shouted.
“Stop yelling at me, Zinc,” she threw back.
Cocking my head to the side, I chose to release a laugh instead of wrapping my hands around her neck. She was testing me, and we both knew it. The last bit of composure I had was being used at that very moment.
“Answer me before you see a side that’s not meant for you,” I stated calmly.
“I uhm, I was told about the club through one of the girls in my dance class around the time I moved here from Atlanta. I’ve been dancing for a while now. I don’t see the problem. We don’t get naked here or any of that. The closest we get to being nude is in our lingerie.”
“You must think I’m a nigga that give a fuck. When you said you was fuckin’ with me, what the fuck made you think this shit was okay? Be a hoe on yo’ time, not mine!”
“Yo’ mama a hoe!” she snapped back. Lil’ did she know, that wasn’t a fuckin’ insult, it was a fact.
“One of the biggest. She started out in a strip club, too, and it wasn’t enough, so she took her hoe ass to the streets and been on them since. Shit, let me know if you for them bitches, too, and I’ll drop yo’ ass right now.”
“Fuck you, Zinc!” she yelled pushing me simultaneously.
“Nah, I don’t fuck strippers, love. Hell out my muthafuckin’ face.” I mushed her ass to the side and headed for my car. She was right on my heels.
“Don’t put yo’ fuckin’ hands on me, bitch!”
“Bitch, huh?” Chuckling, I shook my head and hopped in my ride. She would rather disrespect me than take accountability. She continued to shout slurs at me through the window, and I truly didn’t give a fuck. It was what it was.
I hit the button on the dash and pulled out before it could finish revving up.
I was embarrassed as fuck that my woman felt the need to do that shit.
I was embarrassed the crew was able to see her in a light that was meant for me.
I was embarrassed I had a woman on my arm who wanted to be seen like that.
I guess no matter how much you thought you knew a muthafucka they were still gon’ play in yo’ face.
My phone was ringing back-to-back. I ignored it as much as I could before that shit started getting on my fuckin’ nerves.
I finally answered for Chrome knowing what was coming.
He wasn’t a fool, either, and I was sure he put two and two together.
I sat there giving him the floor. I really ain’t have shit to say in the moment.
“She on the way out the door right now. You good?”
“I’m straight, bro’. I’ll be at the crib.”
“That’s a bet. We all heading home. The twins gon’ drop me off. You need a bottle?”
“Hell nah. If I get on that liquor, it’s gon’ end bad for shawty. I’m good. I’m ‘bout to smoke and take my ass to bed. I got a wedding to attend tomorrow.”
“You know I know.” The call was disconnected, and I found myself counting to ten repeatedly.
A call came in from Onyx and I immediately declined her shit.
She had ample time to say what the fuck was good, and she chose to argue.
If being a hoe was that important to her, then she could do her.
I wasn’t gon’ stop her. She just wasn’t ‘bout to be claimed as mine while doing so. That’s what single bitches do and by all means, she had free range to do so now.
She called again and I fished my phone from my pocket. I blocked her ass when I came to a stop and tossed my phone in the cup holder. This shit was a wrap between us. She had to know that.