Page 27 of Queen of the Pole

This trick was an advanced dynamic pole move. Two of my favorite dancers of all times, which is Caramel, and Pleasure, were the only two that I’ve successfully seen complete it. Granted, I was a baby when they used to dance, but I’ve studied their sets over the years, and I’ve seen videos of them completing the trick.

I basically had to climb up the pole and reposition my body around it. Picture me pretty much floating in the air, and having the entire crowd gasp, wondering how the hell I was going to get down. Once I was all the way up, I would then release my grip and allow my body to drop. For half a second, my body was airborne, and so I didn’t bust my ass, I would have to quickly reach for the pole again.

When I did that, everyone went crazy, and you could literally see the money that was flying into the air. Security was right there with the bags, bagging up all my shit, making sure that I had everything.

I danced through the entire song, eyes still glued to Wolf. Once I finished, I took my little bow, as the crowd erupted for me, telling me to do just one more dance, but that was it for me tonight. This was my final performance for the night. It was well after two in the morning, and I’ve been here since 8. I wanted to get my ass home, so that I could shower, and get in bed. Nari would be at my house bright and early, so that she could drop Nico off with me.

“What the fuck, Poison! Your ass is showing off. A Fonji? What the hell made you do that dangerous ass shit?” Lyric asked me, standing backstage, looking at me as if I was crazy. I laughed at her, as I put the bra back on.

“Girl, Wolf is out there. I had to show off,” I told her.

“I figured you did that shit for a reason. You showed me your set yesterday morning at the studio, and I know damn well that I didn’t see you do a Fonji. Is the nigga by himself, or he came with his brothers?” she wanted to know.

“He’s by himself. He’s at the bar. Lyric, you know that nigga never comes in here. You think he came to see me, or am I being delusional?” I asked her, and my question made her laugh.

“If he’s by himself, then yes, he came to see you. What you going to do? You gonna go speak, or you’re leaving?” she asked me.

“I was about to leave. I’m not scared to go over there, and talk to him, but girl, that nigga makes me so fuckin nervous. Go over there to him. Talk to him. Ask him why he came. If he tells you that he came to see me, tell him that I’m about to leave and to meet me in the parking lot. I just don’t want to walk up on him in the club, and the shit gets back to Hitta. He was already on that bullshit the other night because of what Kilo posted on Instagram,” I said to her, and when I finished, she had a wicked grin on her face.

She came closer to me. She was so close that I could feel the way her ass was breathing.

“Friend, you want to fuck that man,” she called me out. I pushed her ass away from me.

“Girl, just go find out what he wants,” I left it at that, not confirming or denying what she just said.

“Oh, we know exactly what he wants. Ima go out there and talk to him though. I’ll make sure that he meets you out there in the parking lot,” she told me.

I hugged her, kissed her on her cheek, and headed to the back, quickly going for the locker rooms.

When I made it to the back, there were a lot of dancers back here. Most of them were backstage, watching me as I did my set, so when I made it to the back, they all went on and on, hyping me up, telling me how good I did on stage.

I was respected for the most part by the girls at the club. There was always going to be a couple of bold bitches out of the bunch that didn’t fuck with me, but my face was good with most of the girls. I really wouldn’t consider them to be friends though. The only friend that I had at this club was Lyric. She was damn near family. She held onto secrets of mine that I knew she would take to the grave for me.

“Does anyone know what’s going on with Obsession? She hasn’t been to work in a few days now. That’s not like her. That girl isn’t going to miss a bag. What’s tea?” one of the dancers asked.

They called her Plump. The stage name was fitting because everything on her was plump. The ass, and the titties. She had a banging body. She wasn’t the best technical dancer, but the body made up for it. Plump and I didn’t really speak to one another. She was one of the bold bitches at the club that I was talking about that didn’t really like me. I’m sure she hated all the love and attention that I would get. Plump knew that Obsession and I had issues. That’s why the bitch was trying to be messy and bring her name up the second that I walked into the locker room.

“I talked to her the other day on Facetime. That was like two days ago. She was in bed, sick. That hoe is pregnant. I asked her about three times if she was, but she kept denying it. I know she is. I have two kids. I know when I’m staring behind the eyes of a pregnant woman,” Desire said that.

She was another one of the dancers that I didn’t too much fuck with. Not going to lie though, hearing her say that Obsession might be pregnant, I felt my heart drop to my damn stomach. All I could think about was the fact that Hitta fucked her. I knew Hitta. He claimed that I was the only woman that he was fuckin unprotected, but the nigga lied so fuckin much, that you just never really know. I don’t know what he’s doing behind my back.

I tried to pretend that I never heard what Desire said. I literally tuned out any conversation surrounding Obsession, as I went over to my station, and started packing my things up. I was finished for the night and getting ready to head out. As I was packing everything up, two of the security guards walked into the locker room. Each of them held two garbage bags in their hands, which had all my money in them.

They walked the bags over to me, and I thanked them for it. I’ve been doing this long enough, so I was able to pile all the money into my duffle bag, and once that was finished, I slipped back into the sweat suit that I came into the club with.

Now that I had everything, I walked around, saying my goodbyes and then headed for the door. Before going out of the back door of the club, I walked into the private restrooms that belonged to the dancers. I made sure that no one was inside any of the stalls, and once I saw it was clear, I locked the door.

I didn’t want anyone coming inside. I sat my bags down on the counter, pulled my phone out, and quickly called Hitta. His phone was always on ‘do not disturb’, so when I called the first time, the call went straight to voicemail. I’ve never been the kind of woman to have too much pride to get in contact with a nigga. I blew his phone up like my fuckin house was on fire, and I needed him to come save me.

I had to call him well over fifteen times. When he eventually answered, and I could hear how loud his background was, I knew that his ass was somewhere gambling. Money was on the line, and I was probably getting ready to piss him off with what I was getting ready to ask him.

“Deja, what’s wrong bae? Why you hitting me back-to-back like that? I’m sitting at the blackjack table. You gotta know that if I didn’t answer the first time, then that had to mean I was tied up. What’s going on?” you could hear it in his voice that he was annoyed as hell with me, but there was also some worry, especially since I just stood here, and called him back-to-back like this.

“When is the last time you saw Obsession?” I asked, getting right to the point. He sucked his teeth loudly on the other side of the phone.

“Man, what? That’s the bullshit you calling me about? I’m thinking you were in danger or something. Why you still bringing that bitch up, man? Didn’t we already fall out about her, and make up already? I haven’t seen her in weeks. Ima hit you back when I leave the casino. I got too much money on the line. After I hit, Ima pull up on you, so go home,” he responded.

I could feel it in my spirit that this nigga was lying to me. There’s no way in hell that he hasn’t seen her in weeks. We were just beefing about her not too long ago. Plus, he was so quick to ramble and hang up the phone on me.