𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭, Levi x Black OC

Hurricane, Pt. III

No housekeeping this time around, but this next chapter I actually have a few songs you can listen to for your reading experience. Some of these are in the Tempest playlist I have on Spotify, others I did not include which are exclusive to this chapter only.

Here's your options:

-Cry Baby (feat. Da Baby): Megan Thee Stallion
-Go Crazy (feat. Big Sean and 2Chainz): Megan Thee Stallion
-Ride Good: LightSkinKeisha
-Freak Nasty: Megan Thee Stallion
-Buss It: Erica Banks
-On His Face (feat. LightSkinKeisha): On His Face

Also, I want to say a vast majority of this chapter is actually from Levi's point of view, although we see different perspectives as well.

Neveah

It hadn't even been a solid hour before I already wanted to abort this mission with my whole heart. I went ahead of the group to get ready, since my role in this mission was the club's most desired dancer (so much irony, let me tell you). I shared a dressing room with one other dancer who looked like she was much older than me; her ribs were protruding on her pasty skin, with blue and purple veins visible. Her cheeks were hollowed, bags were under her very red eyes. I remained silent as she was causing a ruckus with the woman doing her makeup. Some of the other guards had to intervene since she was likely trippin on the drugs.

I remained silent, letting two women straighten my hair and brush out any tangles. I was very much tempted to beat the shit out of them, since they were obviously having a hard time working with my hair texture. If only I had my blades and a fire, I could easily straighten my hair at the barracks a lot faster than they were working. Then again, I knew what life was like down here. Hell, half the time when I was a kid, my hair was in it's natural curls because I just had soap and water to work with.

"You look like a scared little baby sittin' there, sweetie. Heard youz the hottest thing at this club?" Bipolar Betty finally decided to sit her scrawny ass back in her chair. Spirit, here we go.

"That's what they say." I responded curtly, not really in the mood to give this lady the time of day. The other lady started to gently work on painting my lips, with me silently praying that I didn't look like a clown coming out of this.

"Why don't you loosen up a bit? Take a shot, or you can hit a line, my personal favorite." I swear on everything, this lady was really pushing it.

It didn't surprise me in the slightest, I was used to having alcohol and drugs pushed on me from back in the day, but I felt different this time. I was feeling mad anxious about this mission in the first place, having to put myself out in front of a crowd of disgusting men for the first time in a decade and no matter how much prayer or meditating I did, I wasn't able to shake the sick feeling in my stomach. I tried counting backwards from ten, hearing her use a small butter knife against the vanity counter in front of her to separate the powder she was going to snort. My home girls need to hurry along with me getting dolled up because this ain't gon work for me. Hearing her struggle to snort made me want to puke.

"Come on now, Dolly! We've talked about this before, you need to lay off on the drugs before performing, you twat!"

"Oh, can it! I'll be fine, now move outta my way," She finally got up from her chair again, struggling to walk in a straight line for the door, "Guess we'll see how much you live up to your street cred, sweet pea."

"I'll be fine, grandma." I snapped, knowing she didn't hear me as she walked out the room. I was dressed in this sultry, black number that barely covered my ass and titties. I was covered in some type of see-through situation that would be easy for me to rip off when the time came, but I couldn't lie, I did look good as hell. Sad to admit when I didn't want to be here and could find plenty of other things to do.