Stay Down

Chapter|2

Dom

"Damn." I moaned lowly to myself. I was having a hell of a dream right now that I was getting some killer head. I was all into the shit until I reached up and grabbed a handful of hair. "What the fuck?" I said aloud, pulling the covers back. Now I remember. The chic from the club. She was all into it, slobbering me down...jus messy with it...that's that shit I liked.

"It's good ain't it?" She said in between slurps.

"Shhh, don't talk. Handle ya business Ma."

A few minutes later she let me bust in her mouth and I was tired like I was putting in work. After that all I wanted to do was hop in the shower and get cleaned up. I was doing a benefits concert where all the proceeds would go to homeless and women's shelter. That was a soft spot for me because growing up I ain't have shit but my mama and we bounced from shelter to shelter.

"Can I see you again tonight, Mr. Dominique?"

"You know how the game go, nice meeting you though. My mans and nem will show you the way out." I said getting out the bed. I saw the crazy look she had on her face but like I said she knew what time it was. On to the next one tonight.

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"What up Memphissss!!!," I screamed into the mic and the crowd went crazy, "man it feels good to be home. I appreciate y'all letting me come out to do my thang but more importantly supporting my cause. I'm bout to rock the city, ya dig. Don't sleep on me. Ay yo my dawg, Dj Scratch, drop that beat." I loved being on stage. It gave me a chance to connect with alot of people all at the same time. At the tender age of three I knew I wanted to be a rapper. Rappers had so much power and influence and I wanted to hold that power to influence other. Don't get me wrong, I rapped about bitches and hoes but it was much deeper than that. Each and every song I wrote meant something to me. I've either gon through it or saw somebody else go through it and it touched me. With the music I write, if I don't touch or help nobody but one, my work is done and it was well worth it.

"Where my beautiful ladies at? Make some noise." They all started screaming. "Aight this one for y'all. If don't nobody else love ya remember Dominique do." I said and went into my next song.

My set lasted for two hours. It was originally supposed to last for an hour but this was home and I always went above and beyond for my people. They always showed loved and I always showed love back.

"Man I'm hungry as a motherfucka. Let's grab some grub." I said to Tonio, my bestfriend since diapers. He was also my manager.

"Shid nigga who you telling. We gotta get some petro first. Or else you gon be pushing this mothafucka." He said laughing.

"Bet the fuck I don't. I'll sit in this bitch before I push anything."

"Shut the fuck up nigga. We gon stop right here at this 7-11 and stay yo ass in the car bc I ain't got time fighting bitches off of you. That shit wasn't in my job description."

"Where the fuck them niggas at anyway?" I asked referring to the rest of my team, Duck in particular bc he was my bodyguard.

"Man that nigga Duck on some mo shit. You need to fire is ass for real but I ain't gon keep telling you."

"Why you got beef wit my nigga man?"

"I ain't no beefing ass nigga. I jus don't like him because it's something about him that I can't put my finger."

"Whatever nigga, you tripping. Light up a blunt or something and calm ya nerves."

"After we get this gas and shit." He said making a right turn and pulling up at the pumps.

"Ima go pay, I gotta piss like a mothafucka." I said, making my way out the car. It was late and it was only one other car here at the store. I was jus gon be in and out

"Weak bladder bitch. Hurry yo ass up."

"Fuck you nigga." I said while laughing. It only took me a few seconds to walk into the store but it seemed like it took forever because I had to piss like a racehorse. "Say bro, let me get the key to the bathroom and Ima fill up on pump.....8."

"Aw shit what's good Dominique? Im a big fan nigga." The guy behind the register beamed.

"Preciate it, but I need that key like right now." I was literally about to piss on myself.

"We ain't got but one restroom now and...never mind here she go."

When I turned around i saw her again. It was the chic from the club last night. What the hell was she doing on this side of town anyway?

"Here you go and I need two bags of ice." She said handing the key back. I felt kinda played because she looked up at me and kept it moving. Did this bitch not know who I was? Hoes fell at my feet on a daily and here she is not even looking my way. As I was about to address the situation, my bladder was slowly erupting. I had to get to the bathroom. I grabbed the key off the counter and sprinted to the back of the store. After relieving myself i quickly washed my hands and headed back to the front in hopes she was still there. To my dismay she was gone. Fuck. I shook my head and laid a $100 dollar bill on the counter. "Keep the change." I told him.

"Straight like that huh? Preciate it, keep making those gangster hits." I heard him say as I walked out.

"Damn nigga bout time. What the fuck you do, shit?"

"Hell naw nigga. Did you see ol girl walk out before me?"

"Naw I didn't see her walk out but I saw her pulling off."

"Well she was in that bitch before me so I had to wait on her. Anyway nigga pump this gas so we can get the fuck outta here."

"I should make yo ass pump since you took forever." He said getting out the car.

"Whatever nigga." I half ass responded. I had this mystery chic on my brain and I wanted to know more about her.