To Love or Not to Love

The Strip Club

i woke up the next morning, happy that i wasn't sharing a bed. i check my phone and this nigga tyrell done sent over 30 text messages and 15 voicemails. i got myself up and washed my face and brushed my teeth. i went in the kitchen to cook breakfast and he was still trying to get in contact with me. tameka came in and saw i was being annoyed.

tameka: "girl just block him."

me: "its no point. the nigga crazy as fuck, at this point."

tameka: "lets just talk about the details of you staying here."

me: "okay. i was considering getting a job and chiming in money to help pay rent for allowing me to stay here with y'all."

tameka: "you can work at the strip club with me. come with me tonight."

i agreed, and then phil came in the kitchen with us.

me: "morning phil."
phil: "wassup?"
tameka: "hey daddy."
phil: "hey baby. something smells good in here."
tameka: "that's shantè cooking."
phil: "you could take some notes, t."

i laugh, and tameka flicks us both off. we were all eating when we heard a knock at the door. i stopped eating and went to go get it. i open the door, and there stands jason. this man could certainly keep hisself sharp whenever you saw him.

jason: "well we meet again, sweet thang."
me: "we sure do."
jason: "you gone let me in?"
me: "this ain't my house, sir."
jason: "im here to see phil, that's my boy."
me: "come on then."

i lead him to the kitchen, but we stop after hearing some moaning and groaning. we realize these folks is fucking in the kitchen.

me: *keeps in a laugh* "phil, you got a visitor."

phil: "tell whoever that is to wait..." *talking to tameka* goddamn, t."

tameka: *moans*

me: "its yo mama, man!" *laughs*

we hear them rush into the room, and jason starts cracking up beside me. about 5-10 minutes later, phil rushes in the living room.

phil: "ma—"

he finds me and jason laughing.

jason: "sorry cuh, that shit was funny, no cap." *laughs*

phil: "ha ha ha. very fucking funny, nigga."

i clear my throat and go on to say, "i guess you two have a lot to talk about. i'll go see what's up with tameka." i walk off, and go in the room with tameka.

tameka: "was that really his mama?"
me: "no girl, that was me and jason joking around." *laughs*

tameka: "what was he here for?"

me: "him and phil know each other. so, i left them to talk about whatever they were going to talk about."

tameka: "ohhhh. well, girl let's go ahead and get dressed."

me: "dressed for what?"

tameka: "we gotta get you looking like a stripper. a famous stripper, at that."

me: "oh i forgot! i got a hair appointment with Cookie."

tameka: "well, let's get going then. i gotta stop by the bank and get some money."