Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 8

Richard parked in a parking space that had the name "Chico Rich" on it. I looked at the two story building in front of us as I got out of the car.

"Where are we?" I asked Richard.

"It's a recording studio." Richard said locking the doors with the car remote.

"You work at a recording studio?" Zoey and I asked together surprised.

"Yeah..." Richard said.

"How come you never told me that?" I asked Richard crossing my arms.

"Well...you never asked." Richard said.

"That's cool." I said, "What else don't I know about you?" I asked.

Richard laughed and said, "Well...I rap, I write raps for people, I own this studio and Y.M.C.M.B."

I stopped walking and threw my hands over my mouth shocked and confused.

"You own Y.M.C.M.B?!" I asked Richard.

"Yeah..." Richard said, "Ever since I was 19."

"You mean the record label with Lil Wayne and Nicki Minaj and all of them people?" Zoey asked wide eyed.

"Uh-huh..." Richard said.

"So are you a...celebrity?" Zoey asked.

"Ever heard of 'Chico Rich'?" Richard asked.

"Oh...my...gosh!" Zoey and I exclaimed in unison. "That's you?! You're Chico Rich?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew, Lyrika." Richard said.

"I thought you looked like him but I didn't know that you were actually Chico Rich. You look so different on TV!" I said.

"Oh wow..." Richard giggled.

"Lyrika, that makes you a super star too!" Zoey pointed out.

"Oh my goodness...it does!" I said.

"But you don't have to worry about that, Lyrika. I've kept you hidden from the spot light." Richard said.

I was quiet. I didn't know how to feel. There were so many secrets hidden from me. There were so many things that I didn't know about myself and the people around me. Zoey and I followed Richard to the building where five sexy strippers gave him a warm welcome the moment he stepped foot in the entrance. One was Japanese and she wore a black and purple zebra striped push up bra and matching thong. Two of them were blonde twins who had the biggest nipples I've ever seen and they wore nothing but black G-strings. There was a Spanish one who's bikini looked way to small for her breast. And then, there was a dark skinned one who's skin was as dark as cocoa. She had a towel wrapped around her colorful tattooed covered body and her burgundy hair extensions were dripping wet. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that was water.

I studied the pictures of famous rappers on the walls that once recorded in the studio. My eyes fell on a picture of Richard. He was holding the headphones to one ear as he looked down fiercely at a paper held by a podium and rapped in the microphone.

I noticed that Zoey was looking at the same picture so I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, "Have you ever heard any of his songs?"

"Yeah. I've heard 'When she's ready'." Zoey said.

"I've never heard that song before." I said.

"You should listen to it. It's really good." Zoey said.

"Do you guys want to stay here and wait for me or do y'all want to come inside with me?" Richard asked looking down at Zoey and I.

"If I stay and wait for you here, can I at least fuck that stripper over there to kill time?" I asked pointing at one of the twins.

Richard whipped his head to my direction so fast that I thought he was going to break his neck for a second.

"I'm just kidding." I said with a smirk.

I really wasn't kidding. The strippers didn't look any other than 18 and the way that girl had been staring at me the whole time and biting her lips was turning me on. I wasn't a lesbian but I was planning on getting some action with this girl before I left the studio.

"We're coming with you." Zoey said.

Richard opened the doors to the control room and the strong sent of burning marijuana slapped me in the face. There were about four men working in the room and all of them were rolling up. I recognized one of them from Richard's mini bar.

"Yo, Chico! What took you so long man?" One of the men asked.

"I had to pick up my daughter." Richard answered. "Lyrika, do you remember One Dread? He used to babysit you when you were like eight." Richard said pointing at a man sitting on a rolling chair with a lap top on his lap.

I shook my head and said "no".

"She ain't little anymore." One Dread said checking me out with lust in his eyes as he took two puffs of his Kush.

Richard noticed the way that One Dread was looking at me but didn't seem to mind. I buttoned up my jean jacket as I started to feel slightly uncomfortable.

"That's B.J over there..." Richard said pointing at a skinny light skinned boy wearing a snap back and tattoos. B.J quickly saluted me with two fingers then went back to licking his wrapper.

"That's Toni." Richard said pointing at a tall and muscular Hispanic man who was too busy trying to seduce the Spanish stripper to even pay attention.

"And y'all should know who that is over there..." Richard said pointing at a dark skinned man in the live room.

The man had long dreads that were let loose and fell freely over his face. He only wore an under shirt so I noticed that he was heavily tattooed on his chest, arms, and neck. He had tattoos of tear drops in one eye and a tiny cross on his forehead. He looked up from his lyrics and revealed his gold teeth as he grinned at me. I was starting to feel light headed so squinted at the man to see if that would help me recognize him better, but it didn't.

"Alright, bring the beat back B.J." One Dread ordered.

B.J started sliding buttons up and down on the speakers and controllers. Then, there was a familiar sound of a blunt being lightened by a lighter and I heard a very familiar voice.

"Young moula baby!..." Lil Wayne sang in the microphone.

"It's Lil Wayne!" I yelled throwing my hands on my cheeks.

"Oh my gosh, it's Lil Wayne!" Zoey exclaimed after me.

"You better believe it." Richard said.

Zoey ran and got closer to the sound proof glass to get a better view of the rapper. Richard followed her to make sure that she wasn't disturbing Lil Wayne while he was recording. She took out her cell phone and started taking pictures of not only Lil Wayne but also every one and everything in the room.

Richard was taking care of Zoey, One Dread and B.J were making sure that the music came out sounding perfect, and the stripper was giving Toni a lap dance that he spent all of his pocket money on. While everyone in the room was distracted, I quietly snuck out of the control room and into the entrance to find the stripper that was making my body feel a certain way just by looking at it.

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