Jaden pushed her clothes and money through the curtain and grabbed another trash bag for the money. She quickly swiped the money into the bag, feeling the heated gaze of some of the other dancers.
Most of the girls already didn't like Jaden because she kept to herself only talking to her best friend Mina who brought her into stripping in the first place. Mina would gladly fight any of the girls there over Jaden and they all knew that, so passing dirty looks is where the hating stopped.
They assumed Jaden was stuck up, but she was just anxious and shy. Her dance persona was this outgoing, fun, life-of-the-party girl, but really, Jaden was an introvert.
With all the attitude in the dressing room, Jaden decided against counting the rest of the money. She knew she had a good night so she took her house fee and tip out for the DJ and Security then locked the garbage bag inside the locker with the rest of her things.
She slipped her t-shirt and booty shorts on and went back to the club floor to talk to Minaj. She found her sitting at Desmond's table.
"Have you been here all night?" Jaden smiled widely at her friend.
"Yeah." She stood from the guy's lap. "I'll be back." She told Marquis before she left the table. "Don't let nobody take my spot." She winked and he nodded.
"You must be having fun, 'cause it's definitely not like you to not move around" Jaden laughed.
"Girl, that nigga gave me two racks to stay put and been throwing more at me here and there. He bought all types of bottles too. We're gonna go eat, but I didn't want to leave until you do." Mina explained.
"Is that right?" Jaden raised a brow.
"Yeah, you wanna take my car home with you, and just bring it to me tomorrow after you get out of class? You know I don't leave the house until the afternoon anyway." Mina suggested.
"You sure you cool with him taking you home?" Jaden confirmed.
"Yeah. You got my location at all times, and I keep my burner in my purse." She whispered.
"Nah, I'm talkin' about your dude." Jaden reminded her friend. She had heard some of the argument earlier in the car.
"Oh, I'm good. He in Miami, that's why we was arguing. He always wanna do him on my dime, so imma just do me." She grinned mischievously.
"Alright then, Imma go say my goodbyes and then tip out so I can go," Jaden explained.
"Okay, yeah I gotta go get changed and tip out too," they walked back to the table.
Desmond stood from the table and walked over to Jaden once he saw she was done talking to her friend.
"Hey, I'm gonna head out." She told him.
"Can I get your number before you go?" Desmond took his cell phone out of his pocket before he realized it was dead. "Shit."
Shit, she thought knowing the girls weren't allowed to have cellphones on the club floor.
"Hold up, I got it," Desmond walked back to the table. He asked the bottle girl for her pen and wrote his number down on a hundred-dollar bill.
He folded it neatly, stepping closer to Jaden as if to hug her. He leaned in closely, slipping the bill into the back pocket of her short shorts. "Don't make me wait too long to hear from you, boo." He whispered resting his hand on the small of her back. She nodded in agreement before placing a kiss on his cheek making him smile widely showing all his fronts.
"We just closed the tab here, you ready bruh?" Marquis asked, interrupting their moment.
"Yeah," Desmond replied.
"Cya," Jaden said, walking away.
Desmond watched as she took the folded bill out of her back pocket before disappearing behind the dressing room curtain.
"Why you didn't ask her to come eat with us?" Marquis inquired, "Minaj comin'" he finished.
"I ain't even know y'all was doin' all that." Desmond shrugged.
"Well we are, so ask her to come. Gon head and hit that for your birthday." Marquis joked. "It's been a while, you dry dick bastard."
"Man shut yo ass up," Desmond punched his friend in the arm.
"What? Don't act like she not the baddest bitch in here" Marquis rubbed his arm.
"Nah, she is though," Desmond admitted, looking around the club.
There were a lot of fine women in the club, but none of them compared to Jaden. She had both body and face, but even more so, she seemed to have a great personality from the short conversation they had. She didn't seem like the money-hungry scammy type. Desmond was sure he wanted her though.
"Hello, Marquis." An unknown woman's voice came from behind the two friends.
They turned around seeing the blonde woman with the bob cut. Now that she was closer, Desmond could see she was a little older, maybe in her mid to late thirties.
"Oh, what's good, Mama." He hugged her. "This my best friend, my brother, Desmond." Marquis made introductions.
"Hello Desmond, they call me Mama." The woman stuck out a slender manicured hand covered in gold jewelry.
He shook her hand. "Mama?" Desmond echoed.
"Yes indeed," She winked sending a shiver down Desmond's spine. He didn't know how to feel about it.
"Nice meeting you, Mama,"
"I'll call you soon so we can link up. We're celebrating Desmond's birthday tonight." Marquis explained to the woman.
"Happy Birthday Desmond," Mama congratulated before hugging Marquis and kissing him on the cheek. "Make sure you call me, it's been too long Marquis." She told him while turning her attention elsewhere.
"I gotchu, baby." He confirmed as she was already walking away.
Desmond stared at his friend. "Nigga what the fuck was that?"
"Man, I'll explain that shit later, but that woman is a beast." He smiled as he spoke.
When it came to Marquis, Desmond already knew what that meant.
He fucked her.
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All the King's Men ( An Urban Love Story )
Aktuelle Literatur*COMPLETED* CURRENTLY EDITING "I'll go to war with God behind you." Desmond King grew up a product of his environment. With street smarts and a little book smarts on his side, he found a way to survive and feed everyone around him. He's been able t...
