The Real Boss

Chapter 8- Meet Marcello and Marcus

Yasmine POV

"Bitch I know you ain't steal my fucking  money!" I yelled to this chubby dancer in the dressing room.

"Girl ain't nobody got to steal shit from you!" the hoe said getting hostile with me.

"All I know is my money better come up in the next 10 seconds or every bitch in here gone be on a week suspension fucking with me!" I threatened them because if any of us fought the owner would suspend of from the club for a week.

"girl here!" one of the dancers said snappily handing me a 20 dollar bill, and another one handed me 10 dollars in singles.

I stuffed the money in my bra and walked out the dressing room  into the club headed to the bar  wearing a rhinestone bustier and a black thong and 6 inch red bottom heels, with my hair style into a cute bun and side bang.

"You gone get on stage tonight?" Peaches asked me handing me a double shot of Hennessy

"Yea gotta make this money girl" 

"You outta cause this bar some straight bullshit" Peaches said with a attitude, she was mad Frank the club owner had her working the bar instead of dancing tonight.

"hahaha girl let me go and and take these thirsty niggas money" i giggled and took my shot.

I walked to the Dj and told him my request and he gave me the to go and do my thang.

Right on Que, Cameo- Candy started blasting through the club. The old classic most definitely got every bodies attention.

I grabbed the pole and started dancing, and felt somebody rubbing my leg with paper I looked down to see a stud holding a 50 dollar bill, not wanting to turn the money down I bent down and started shaking my rump end near her while grabbing the money. I got on all fours and the niggas went wild throwing money at me, one nigga was so bold with it , he stuck a 100 dollar bill on the side of my thong. when I looked back at him my heart stopped. 

He was the finest brother I ever seen, Milk chocolate skin like me, and had pearly while teeth, curly hair , very tall and a athletes body. He wore a black t-shirt and black true religion jeans, with some black retro Jordan's and a iced out cross chain. He winked at me and walked away and  looked back at me again.

My dance couldn't end any faster cause I needed to find him, after the security bagged all my money I ran to the dressing room with it, locked it up and ran to the shower, dried and changed into black leather high waist shorts that probably showed to much ass, and put back on my rhinestone bustier.

I went back onto floor looking for chocolate thunder "can i get my dance" I looked back and was disappointed it was one of my regular customer, "not right now" I said with attitude.

That's when i spotted him in the VIP area with a bunch of niggas. I casually walked past just to see if he would notice me.

"Aye ma come here" i heard someone yell, turned and was looking in the eye of sexual chocolate. yessss lawdd . I strolled towards him trying to give my sexiest walk. I sat next to him "What can I do for you" i said with a smile.

"Oh you can do i allot I see" he flirted

"You have no idea'" I flirted

"Maybe a little" and he smiled " But whats yo name?" he asked

"Juicy"

"hahahaha....OK" he said dismissively

"What?" i said ready to kick his fine ass.

"I asked yo name and you just lied to me" he said bluntly

"That is my name" i said defensively

"Check it ma, that's yo dance name, not yo birth name" he said in a matter- of-fact.