“It doesn’t even matter, Kasra. I need to start getting dressed for my shift at the club. Do I have clothes here I can wear? I don’t feel like having to go home.”
“I think so, you can go ahead and get yo’ self together, and I’ll put the clothes on the bed for you.” Kas wanted to ask Yanna to just stay home with him. He’d gladly pay her double, even triple, whatever she would make at the club, but he knew there wasno point. Though she would allow him to spend money on her randomly, Yanna was unyielding about not wanting to be taken care of.
While Yanna did her routine, Kas went to the section of his closet he’d reserved for all the things she left there and pulled out clothes for her. Figuring he’d hang out with his cousins while Yanna was working, he sent Quan and Kalil a text to come through.
“Seriously, Kas? Be fucking for real.” Yanna griped, holding up the sweatpants and long sleeve shirt Kas set out for her.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Boy, move.” Yanna traipsed into the closet and rummaged around until she found an outfit she deemed cute enough for work. She got dressed in the closet and pranced out, going into the bathroom to add moisture to her hair. A deep groan from Kas captured her attention. “Problem?”
“You know what the fuck the problem is.” Kas hated how Yanna’s ass gobbled the disco shorts she wore, and how much sex appeal her fishnets provided. He wanted to complain about how revealing the outfit was, but it wouldn’t matter. Besides, he’d met Yanna when she was dressed almost identically to how she was now, and knew it was necessary for the nature of her job. The scent of her Lataffa Yara perfume followed her out of the bathroom as she pranced by and grabbed her keys and phone. “Aye, we good right?”
“Mhmm,” she answered nonchalantly.
“I’m serious, Jaiyanna. Don’t go to that club all in yo’ feelings and end up doing no crazy shit. I really don’t feel like showing off tonight, but I promise I will.”
“Don’t worry.” Yanna started, giving a nonchalant pat on Kas’ shoulder. “I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.” A wink followed the statement as she descended the stairs, ignoring all of his warnings.
A hard roll of her eyes accompanied Yanna’s yawn as she led the line of bottle girls delivering four bottles of top shelf liquor through the club. The sparklers being waved behind her heated the back of her neck, while the lights from the marquee sign she was holding burned her fingertips. At that point, Yanna couldn’t care less about the tips she made; she was ready to be done with the club. Her first day at the label couldn’t come fast enough. She’d make more money there anyway. Forcing her negative thoughts to the back of her mind, Yanna plastered on a smile as they approached the VIP section.
“Gotdamn girl you fine as fuck. What’s yo name, gorgeous?” A light skinned man with gold bottom grills and a low cut questioned.
“We got your two bottles of Patron, bottle of Don Julio and bottle of Casa. We also brought you a variety of juices and ice on the house. You want to start a tab, or you want to put it on a card now?”
“Go ahead and start a tab, shaw, it’s plenty more where that came from. Now answer me, what’s yo name?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll start your tab, and one of us will bring it to you to settle at the end of the night,” Yanna replied, not interested in telling the guy her name. He seemed way too eager, and he wasn’t fooling anyone with hismore where that came fromspiel. The sooner men learned Yanna had her own money and wasn’t worried about theirs, the better off they’d be. Just as she attempted to walk off, the man grabbed her arm and attempted to pull her back. Reaching down, Yanna slapped his hand away from her. “Like, gotdamn, y’all niggas can’t take a hint? I’m not interested, but I’m sure there’s plenty of bitches inhere that will be impressed by you spending your rent and car note money on bottles. As for me, my nigga, I couldn’t care less. Plus, you ain’t my type. Your whole vibe is forced.”
Twirling and flipping her head as if she had hair, Yanna stormed away from the man. She’d likely just cost herself a tip, but if she’d pegged the man correctly, he wouldn’t be shelling out much gratuity anyhow.
“You know you ain’t have to do that man like that,” Nisha stated, laughing as she sat a canister of juice onto a nearby table. “He probably would’ve tipped you good too.”
“No, the fuck he wouldn’t have. That nigga flexing with bill money. Plus, those Balenciaga sneakers he got on came straight from DH Gate.”
Nisha turned to take a glimpse of the man’s sneakers. For anyone who wasn’t paying close attention, they looked like a pair of regular Balenciaga sneakers. However, the closer you looked, the name brand was missing an ‘I’, spelling out Balencaga. Nisha couldn’t contain the laughter that bellowed from her mouth.
“Bitch, I can’t. Nigga in here with fake shoes on talking about he was gone buy the bar.”
“This is why I don’t pay half these niggas no mind. But I’m about to go check on one of my other sections. I’ll catch up with you later tonight.”
Nisha nodded, and Yanna trotted off, heading down the stairs leading to one of her assigned sections. The section was for a woman who was turning 30, and she and her girls were beyond turned up. Before she could ask the ladies if they needed anything, the spotlight coming from the DJ booth shined on her. Smiling, she shook her head because Destin was the DJ for the night, and she knew he’d spotted her. Cuntry662’sGood Kneesbegan to play, and Yanna’s smile brightened because she loved doing that challenge. Destin was well aware of that.
“This one is for my favorite bottle girl!” He yelled over the mic. Noticing he was speaking about Yanna, the girls in the section hyped her up.
Two hands up keep ‘em up
Two hands up keep ‘em up
Yanna stepped onto the metal table, raised her hands, and lowered while the girls cheered. Keeping her hands elevated, she twirled her hips in a circle. Her tongue hung from her mouth as she changed the direction she was winding.
She gone drop that ass that’s for certain
She be working got all the niggas thirsty
Now drawing the attention of those around her, Yanna started to bounce her ass up and down, placing her hands on her head to showcase her balance.
“Ass on the floor, it can’t go no lower. I walked up to her this is what I told her… two hands, up keep ‘em up!” Destin screamed over the speaker, prompting Yanna to put her hands back up. She ticked and whirled her ass, putting everyone within her purview in a trance. They were all spellbound by her ability to dance all the way through the song without once needing to stand.
