“What?” I asked feeling some bullshit coming.
“For five hundred dollars you can give me a privatesessionfor just two hours.”
“Bitch, you better get that money!” Shell hurried to say once she heard him say five hundred. Did she not hear the way he saidsession? My pussy was not for sale.
“Nah, I’ll pass.” I shook my head.
He grabbed his heart as if I’d broken it. “That’s too bad. I think that you would have enjoyed it more than you think.”
“I guess we’ll never know.” I said with my hands on my hips. A few of the girls gave me a nudge, I guess trying to get me to reconsider. But that was dead wood. At that very moment I could kind of see what Jahrein was talking about too, but I’d never tell him that. How did we go from dancing to fucking old men for money?
The old man took us to the back of the club to a room where we could change clothes. It was small as hell and I was sweating trying to dress in that closed in area with seven other chicks.
After debating with myself I decided to wear a black bikini swim suit and the clear stilettos that I’d borrowed from Red, without her knowing. I wore my hair down and rubbed my body down with baby oil.
“Get it bitch!” Dashia blurted as she slapped my ass. “We know who about to break these niggas tonight.” She continued on. The one thing that I could say about her was that she wasn’t a hater.
I looked in the mirror and was satisfied with my appearance, but then I became nervous. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my body, but I wasn’t completely comfortable with strange niggas touching me, which I was sure that they were going to do.
“I might need to bring some mace just in case these niggas try to act up.” I said to no one in particular.
“Bitch, please. We’re eight deep. If anything pops off we all gon get down.” Shell told me.
“Alright.” I relaxed. “Well, let’s do this.” I said as I opened the door and headed back towards the main part of the club. All the girls followed me.
I hadn’t even made it past the pool tables when I heard. “You in the black. Yeah, you. I got a hundred for you right now.” Some chubby light skinned dude said to me. I made my way over to him.
The deejay started playingBack dat Ass Upby Juvenile, so that’s exactly what I did. I backed that ass up all in his face. I could tell that he was enjoying every minute of it. It wasn’t that bad. I just imagined that I was at a regular party dancing in my swim suit. Other guys had begun to gather around waiting their turn. After two songs I’d earned a hundred dollars plus some.
As I gathered all the bills that fell from my bikini I felt a strong hand grab my arm. I was about to go off, until I looked up. Jahrein was standing there with the ugliest look on his face. I was speechless.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he barked.
“J…Ja..Ja l…le..let me explain.” I stuttered.
“Shut the fuck up.” He gritted as he wrapped his hand in my hair and started trying to drag me out of the club.
“Let me go!” I screamed. He was about to break my damn neck.
“Say, homeboy let her go.” My chubby dance partner spat as he tried to come to my rescue, and pry himself between me and Jah.
Without even letting me go Jahrein shoved the dude so hard that he crashed into a table. I was waiting for the dude to hop back on his feet, and redeem himself but it never happened. He just rolled around in pain, as if he’d been jumped by ten niggas.
“Punk ass nigga.” Jahrein seethed as he hocked up and spat on the man. “Let's go.” he pulled me away.
After he successfully dragged me outside Jahrein wrapped his hands around my neck, and cut off my air supply. No one tried to stop him. My girls had long ago stopped trying to help me when Jah went off. For the most part their help usually didn’thelpmuch, anyway.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He seethed. “Why was you in there shaking your ass for them niggas?”
I couldn’t say a word as he manhandled me in front of an entire club. “Get your muthafuckin ass in this car.”
I really got it that night in front of people I didn’t even know. Jahrein was livid, which he had every reason to be. Still, I wasn’t going out like that, so I fought a losing battle until he finally managed to shove me in his car. I was so tired of him, and I really had trouble figuring out how he knew where to find me. It just didn’t make sense. Houston is a big city, but I couldn’t do a damn thing without my crazy ass baby daddy finding out.
Jahrein acted a plum fool that night and once Ray-Ray found out about me being at a strip club he didn’t even try to intervene. He just allowed Jah to torture me in our room. I know he heard me whimpering like a little puppy, as Jahrein ranted and raged for hours. That was when I realized that I was in that one alone.
Back to present…
When we pulled up in front of Shell’s house T-Boy was sitting outside. He walked over to the car and snatched the driver’s door open. “Bitch, you said that you was gon be gone for a hour!” he barked as he slapped her.
