Lifestyle Fulfilled

Chapter 7

2 weeks later

I been pretty much chilling after that talk with Zay. I learned a lot about him that night. He an alright nigga but I'm just on my grind right now. Money by all means.
He told me that he been in the game since he was 13. Started slangin when he was 14. First murder when he was 15. He say he became accustomed to that lifestyle pretty fast and if I continued on, I would too. I doubt it.

On the upside, we ended up getting payed 15 thousand each for Michael's head. I honestly could get used to this fast money shit because if I'm pulling in damn near 10 thousand from the club whenever I go in, and then whenever I do Dicey's dirty work, 10-15 thousand, I'ma be ballin in no time.

I got up because I was scheduled to head into work at 9.

I made it there about 8:45. I walked through the back of the club with my duffle bag and there was one of the twin hoes, Cali, hugged up with Dicey. I guess he never understood the don't mix business & pleasure saying.

I paused and looked at them, they didn't even notice me. Judging by the looks of the twins, they are no more than 17 though.
I shook my head. I rolled my eyes and continued down the hall to my locker.

After doing two onstage sets, I continued to walk around through these men , and giving requested lap dances.
I just finished one and was on my way to the bar until Dicey grabbed me by the arm.

"Where you going?" He asked.
"Just tell me what you want!" I shouted over the music snatching my arm away.

"Somebody just requested yo ass in V.I.P. Get up there." He said smacking my ass.
I rolled my eyes. He gone get enough of that shit.

I ducked and dodged through the crowd to get to the second floor. When I got up there it was about 5 niggas & another stripper, some new bitch. She cute though, she about 5'7 , bright red hair that stops in the middle of her back, and both of her legs tatted up. Cute lil yellow bone.

I sashayed over to the private bar , and grabbed a shot glass and downed to shots of Hennessy. I felt the warm feeling in my chest.
"Shit" I muttered. I downed another before starting to do what I came up here for.

The bass in Fuck Up Some Commas  by Future rumbled through the surrounding speakers.

I looked around and scanned the V.I.P section looking for a nigga who looked like he had money. I was intending to get a bag quick tonight.

Bingo. My eyes landed on a nigga. He was dressed simple , but you knew he had it. I walked over smiling, putting my game on.

"You need to loosen up. Looking all smug and shit." I said over the music.

He didn't say anything, just kept eyeing me. Hm. "Here!" I yelled shoving a bottle of Patron in his chest, after taking a swig first.

I squinted my left eye feeling the familiar burn of the hard liquor gliding down my throat.

That cracked him up. "Oh, That's funny to you?" I questioned giggling.
"Lil Bit" he responded pulling on his goatee, smirking.

I took the opportunity and grabbed his hand leading him to a far corner. I released his hand pushing him into the black leather chair.

I started shaking my ass to Monster by Meek Mill. By the time the end of the song , he ended up with his back to the wall , smacking my ass.

The Next Day

I woke up to the sun blazing through the blinds. Damn, It's bright as hell. This pain in my head ain't no joke. I felt the constant throb against my temple.

I shifted from my side , rolling onto my stomach. There laid the nigga from last night, snoring. Shit, what was his name? I don't know but, I'll deal with Mr.BigDick in a minute.

I swung my legs out of bed shielding my eyes with my arm walking to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, took my shower, and put my hair in a bun,

When I came out the bathroom his ass was STILL sleep.
"Getcho ass up." I said, nudging the bed with my knee. He stirred but still continued to sleep. "Aye.." I persisted. Still, he laid there.

I put on my house shoes and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed the biggest spoon and pot I could I find. When I got back to the room, I started banging the spoon on the pot and yelling.

He started talking , but he kept his eyes closed , "Girl, you tryna get blasted?" I started laughing. "Get up and get out then!"

"Bathroom is the second door over here" I said pointing, "Be out my house in 30."

"Damn, girl. No games, huh?" He said chuckling.

"Up. Now." I sat down at the computer desk and turned my chair to face him. I'll watch his ass in case he try to steal something.

He slapped 2 bands on the nightstand and walked into the bathroom with his clothes from the night before.