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“That game you playing is dangerous and it’s going to get your ass killed. Whatever the fuck you got going on, I ain’t trying to get caught up in it. I got myself to think about and my fuckin baby that I have on the way to think about too. That’s wrong bruh,” was all I could say. Ced wasn’t hearing where I was coming from because he waved me off.

I knew when it came to making a dollar, every man was typically out for themselves, but Ced had me side eyeing the fuck out of him right now. He was supposed to be a better nigga than this. All of a sudden, he hits for six figures, and now the motha fucka is feeling untouchable. Whatever consequences were going to come for him running off with Preston’s money, I hope that shit was worth it to him.

CHAPTER 19

DEJA MCCOY

It was Friday night, after one in the morning, and I here I was, still at the club. The theme for the night was ‘Freaky Friday’. Blue liked to run different themes a couple of times out of the week. I liked ‘Freaky Friday’ because I could play around with whatever looks I was going to wear, plus I knew that the club would be packed with lots of customers, being as though the customers loved the theme too.

The theme wasn’t new. Blue has been pulling this theme off ever since the club opened five years ago. This was the theme where us dancers really got the opportunity to dress like the fantasy that we were selling these niggas. I’m talking lingerie, sexy costume sets, the whole nine. I liked to switch my style up. Over the years, I’ve given this club some of my nastiest lingerie sets.

I was on my final look for the night. I’d already done two sets for the night, and now I’d changed into a light pink babydoll negligee. The negligee was super short on me. The bust was very fitted, and throughout the fabric, it was filled with tiny rhinestones. The rhinestones paired perfectly with my high platform heels, which were covered in crystals. For my hair, I had it pulled up in a half up/ half down look, rocking big curls. My makeup was just as flawless as it’s ever been too. I never played when it came to serving a nice makeup look.

Here I was, heading for the locker, so I could sit down for a second, but I was stopped.

“Poison, wait,” a female’s voice called out for me.

I turned around to look and it was Lira, one of the floor manager’s. She was holding her radio in her hand, and just by the way she was rushing to get to me, I could tell she was getting ready to give me something to do.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

I was cool with Lira. We never really had any issues. It was her job to pretty much be hands on throughout the club, keep a close eye on all the dancers, she managed the sections, and a bunch of other shit.

“You’re needed in VIP,” she told me.

“Damn. I was just about to sit down for a minute. Who are the customers?” I asked her.

“Oso,” she said a familiar name.

I didn’t know Oso personally, but he’s been to the club a few times. I’ve been in his section in the past, and every time he comes, it’s as if he had to pull up with his entire drug organization. I never tripped about it though because I knew when they came that they were going to spend a large bag.

“He’s alone?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s just him. He came in, requesting you. He wants a private with you upstairs. I know it’s getting late for you, so Blue already told me to let you know that once you finish up with Oso, you can leave for the night,” she said.

“Okay. Security already up there?” I asked.

“Yes. I’ll walk with you too,” Lira said.

I went ahead and led the way. As I was walking, it felt like I was dragging myself. I don’t know what the hell I had going on, but these days, I’ve been super tired. It’s been over two weeks since I’ve been back from London. At first, I thought I was still feeling jet lagged, but it’s no way my body was still feeling jet lagged after two weeks. I’m so used to being able to run around during the day. I’m usually in the gym bright and early. I’ll go to a pole studio, so that I could get some practice in, or on days when I had to watch Nico, I was able to keep him occupied.

I have been sluggish as hell this whole week. I only went to the gym once. I wake up late as hell, and even with that, my body still didn’t feel well rested. I don’t know if this club life was finally getting to me, but I’ve never been this tired before in my life.

I probably wouldn’t make it home until three in the morning. You would think that I would go home, shower, and take my ass to sleep, but I couldn’t. I had to pack my bag once I got home because I was leaving for Orlando tomorrow morning. Tomorrow was Nari’s 18th birthday. She was given the option to do whatever she wanted to do for her birthday, and she chose to go to Orlando with the entire family. We’re all going to Magic Kingdom tomorrow. My mom booked a nice Airbnb for her, that could hold over thirty people.

The plan was for me to take the Brightline train there first thing in the morning, meeting them at the vacation house. Everyone was already there. They made it there this evening. I was the last person they were waiting for. So yeah, I wouldn’t be able to get any rest any time soon.

We made it to the second level of the club. I thanked Lira for walking up with me and then walked inside. Security was already posted up by the door, just like Lira told me he would be. Rock was the security at the door. I loved Rock. He was like a brother to me. If I knew anyone was going to keep me safe in this club, it was him.

I gave him a quick hug, and then my eyes traveled over to the velvet couch sitting in the middle of the private room. Oso was sitting there. He was looking at me in the same manner that my man looks at me. The lust was evident in his eyes, as he took a long pull from the blunt, and then blew the smoke into the air.

This was the kind of room you would stand in, and you just knew that a customer was willing to pay that pretty penny. It screamed expensive and secluded. Any time that I’ve been up here in one of these private rooms, I’ve always made a minimum of $20k. Granted, I could make that kind of money down there on the floor, but it wouldn’t be as intimate. The customer wouldn’t have the luxury of having me all to themselves.

There were smoked mirrors in this room that covered the walls. Right there on the small platform stage where the pole was planted, there were sections of mirrored glass beneath. Wasn’t any real bright lights in here though. Just flashes of pink, purple, red, and blue lighting. The whole point of the room was to keep the vibes low and intimate. Only giving out enough light to see without taking away from the private experience.

Oso sat there with his legs open, so I walked over to him, standing right between them. I was a bold bitch like that, and if he was going to pay for the experience, I was here to give it to him.

“I heard you were looking for me,” I said, getting right to the point.