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Yeah, I'm Tyson, but they call me Big T. I'm head of security for Saint and the club. I've been knowing Saint for about twenty years now. I met that nigga in the first grade. He a cool ass nigga. When he opened up Candyland, he asked me if I would come work with him, and I jumped at the opportunity. Been working with him for seven years now. It started at the traps first though.
I met Kayleigh through work, of course. We've been seeing each other for about three years now. She was as rachet and ghetto as they come, but she got a lotta sense. She really ain't gotta behave like that, but these streets and working in a strip club will make you that way. What started out as a way to pay for college turned into a career. She's been working here for six years. I wanted her since the day she started, but I was already in a relationship then.
After me and Destiny broke up, I started just fucking around with females until I hooked up with Kayleigh. Our one night stand turned into a relationship. I knew I should've stopped being so trusting with the girls because they were all gold diggers and hoes.
Then along came Psalmist. She was so innocent and fine as a muthafucka. Of course she would be off limits because she was with Saint. I didn't care though. I yearned for her touch more than I should have. My desires grew stronger every time I was around her. She wears this perfume by Marc Jacobs called Perfect and that's exactly what she was. Perfect.
It was the night of Kendrick's birthday. I hooked him up on some VIP shit. I had Suga and Spice dancing for him. Then Kayleigh was going to be our waiter. I was at the club early to set things up.
"Wussup, Skittles," I said as she walked through the door.
"Hey, Tyson," she spoke. She was the only person that called me by name
"I thought you were off tonight," I stated to her.
"Your girl asked me to cover for her," she replied.
Some girl I have. I ain't heard from the bitch in three damn days. "Damn, I didn't know she wasn't coming in. I ain't heard from her in like three days."
"Tyson, three days? Where the hell is she?" Psalmist questioned me.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Wait, but she called me this morning." She replied to me.
I wasn't even fucked up about it. Hell Psalmist was a better option anyways. "I got a VIP room for later. Can you cover it?"
"Of course," I answered.
"We're in VIP 1. My crew will be here around eleven."
"Okay. Well you have my number. Text me your order, a and I'll have your room ready for when they get here."
