Queen Bee

November 2002 (1)

"Yo, you two! Come on, we gotta go!" Denaun exclaimed quickly, swinging the door open to the large hotel bathroom where me and Zoe were currently receiving the finishing touches to our hair and makeup, thanks to my amazing artists who agreed to fly all the way out from New York to L.A. just for Marshall's movie premiere. 

"Yeah, yeah, we're comin'. Relax." I said, shrugging him off. This was my first time getting my makeup or hair done for an event in such a long fuckin' time, so excuse me for wanting to savour every minute of it. 

"They're almost done! I swear!" Robbin, my beautiful hairstylist yelled back as she fidgeted with some of the back pieces of my extensions. 

"Aight, well we leavin' with or without ya'll." Denaun grumbled again as if he was annoyed. 

Me and Zoe laughed. "I highly doubt that!" I yelled back as he turned away from us, walking back towards the extremely loud sounding living room where nothing but laughing and talking amongst the boys could be heard. 

Finally, after about ten minutes, and Denaun coming to rush us two more times, we were finally done and ready to go. Checking myself out in the mirror once more, I adjusted my long black dress that had a cut out right in the middle of my tits, a cut out right over my stomach, and then a long leg slit starting dangerously close to my pussy. Oh well. Maybe some lucky photographer will get a free show tonight. 

Walking out towards the living room, everyone was just starting to make their way to the door. "Finally!" Marshall yelled relieved, throwing one arm around my neck as the other one held his bottle of rum. 

I laughed as he began guiding me out of the hotel room towards the hallway. "Who in the hell tied a doo rag onto my white ass boyfriend's blonde head?" I yelled out, running my hand over the fabric. 

Immediately, several deep rumbles of laughter came from everybody. "What?! Ya ain't like it?!" Marshall asked with a lopsided grin as we all made our way towards the elevator. 

"Yo it was Obie's idea!" Biz yelled jokingly as he pointed towards Obie.

"Von tied it though!" Obie also yelled through his laughter. 

I smiled and rolled my eyes as we all piled into the elevator and felt it start to descend. "Well at least ya look good."

"Yeah? I think you look good." Marshall replied, his eyes scanning over my body. 

"Ya notice I tried to match with you?" I asked as I looked down towards my dress. 

He laughed. "Yo I was wonderin' why ya were wearin' black, but that makes sense now." 

"Mhm, so ya welcome." I said with slight attitude. 

He smiled. "Ya look beautiful, baby. Thank you." Kissing my cheek, the elevator dinged open and we all began making our way towards the large limousine that was picking us all up. As we got in, we made ourselves comfortable against the leather seats while everyone pulled out their various different types of drugs and alcohol. 

"Yo, I bought ya'll somethin' as a congrats for gettin' off probation." Proof said from beside Marshall as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie of what looked to be ecstasy. Me and Marshall both immediately bursted out laughing as he grabbed it from him. "What?! I know ya'll like to fuck on it, so there ya go!" 

Marshall continued chuckling as he shoved it into his pocket. "Nah, thanks dawg. That's dope." 

As the car finally began to move, the entire cab filled with smoke, talking, and laughter. Since I hadn't gotten fucked up in a minute, I figured why the hell not tonight? It is Marshall's big premiere, and I'm excited as fuck that that whole mess is over, so I definitely felt like celebrating to say the least. While I was excited that it was over, I was also so proud of him at the same time, though. Movies are hard as fuck to do, and he really did it. He put his mind to it and created something that I just know is gonna be amazing, and regardless of how difficult it was when he was filming it, I'm excited for him. That's a huge ass accomplishment, and he should be proud of himself.