The Fast Lane (Prodigy Love Story)

The Private Show

Prodigy's POV:

I sat in the chair, waiting patiently for Chanel to come out of the dressing room. To my surprise, she actually agreed to giving me a private show. Not that I didn't want one, but still. Now, I'm nervous. I've always seen her with respectable clothes on her. Well, except for that day when she did "Body Party" by Ciara. That routine still gives me chills to this day.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a long leg appear from one of the curtains. I knew it was Chanel, since we were the only ones in here right now. I heard her clap her hands and noticed that the lights dimmed really low. But, there was enough light for me to be able to see Chanel. Then, I got really excited.

She walked out and it took me a while to come back to my senses. I was completely blown away by her body. At first, I was mesmerized by it. She had a mask on, so I couldn't really tell what her face was doing. Then, I felt somebody take my hands and tie them behind my back on the chair I was sitting in. Whoever it was, I couldn't tell.

When I looked back at Chanel, she clapped her hands again, and this time music started playing. It was slow at first, which made me think that it would be "Body Party" again. WRONG. The beat started going faster as I heard the lyrics coming out.

(Play song on the right.)

Next thing I know, the lady in front of me takes off her mask and starts laughing hysterically. I look confused, but then notice that it is not Chanel; it's the lady who manages the store! I look behind me and see Chanel on the floor crying laughing. I instantly become heated and I somehow manage to break free from the ropes.

The lady and Chanel were still laughing, so I got up and left the store. I walked to the nearest bathroom and really noticed why they were laughing.

"God, where's a cold shower when you need one!?" I said to myself.

Chanel's POV:

I have to admit, that was pretty funny. But I wonder where Prod went? He left so quick that I didn't even notice him leaving. I decided to go to the bathroom and straighten up before searching for him. Right when I opened the door to leave, I saw the face that I needed to be looking at.

"Prod, wait up!" I yelled to him.

"Why? So you can act like a stupid hoe again!?" He barked at me.

"Wait a minute now. You ain't about to be calling me names, Mr. I-Think-I-Can-Do-Bad-All-By-Myself!"

"Oh, I don't think, I know!" He yelled at me.

"Since you know so much, what would you do if somebody tried to kidnap you?"

He started walking off. "Ain't nobody that stupid now!"

I followed behind him. "Oh, you're just full of yourself, Prodigy! Why did I ev-AHHH!!!"

"Why did you what?" He said with his back towards me. "You can't even finish your own damn sentences, NELLIE!!"

Throughout the argument, some man had picked me up and put a bag over me. I couldn't see, but I knew that Prod had to be behind me since I could hear footprints. As I was screaming, a hole broke through the bag and I could see the same man that picked me up grab Prod with his other arm. How is it that nobody could hear or see this happening!?

A few minutes later, we were thrown viciously into the back of a truck that smelled like wheat and corn. The man had a horrible laugh and an even scarier voice.

"Since you two like having private shows, how about giving me one at my place? Hahaha!!"

Immediately, fear took over my body. I don't know about Prodigy, but this is all going too fast for me. Somehow we managed to sit next to one another as the man began driving. We were both shivering and trembling with fear. What kind of private show is he talking about?

Why are there double meanings for everything!?