Compton Club ON HOLD (90s Celebs)

Chapter 1: It All Went Down

The massacre was the most horrific thing that had ever happened. I knew coming here was a huge mistake, but I was desperate for a job and money. This place was like any other strip club, or so it seemed. It had secrets, lots of secrets. The owner let it all go down to hell.

Police cars surrounded the area with people evacuating the building. Dead bodies were being carried out on stretchers with the ambulance arriving. I zipped my jacket up as I stood outside witnessing the commotion. 

"Excuse me miss?" A police officer asked me. "Can you explain what happened here?"

"I...." I was speechless, words wouldn't come out. 

I had only been here a few weeks, what can I say? 

"Diana!" A familiar voice called out. "Please forgive me!" The voice belonged to the owner as a cop shoved him in the backseat of a police car. I shook my head at him, he did this. 

My mind traced over everything that happened. Two bouncers, one with thin facial and light skin, the other was tall with dark skin they go by the names Ice Cube and Ren. Two DJ's working with the music that blasted throughout the club, Dr. Dre and DJ Yella. A pretty light skinned bartender, her name will left unsaid. In the back of the club sitting in his office was the owner counting his money, Eazy-E.

It was all Eazy-E's fault! His lying greedy asshole self caused this mess. I bet your wondering what the hell is going on and what am I talking about? I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything about the Compton Club.

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One Month Ago

Eazy-E

Business is good. I walked around my club watching people dance, my strippers putting on nasty little shows, niggas drinking, lights flashing and fine ass bitches everywhere. I made my way to the bar and sat at one of the seats.

"Aye lemme get a drink!" I called out to my bartender. She glanced up at me and walked over.

"You need something?" She questioned.

"Yeah, a shot of Corona."

"You want a shot of Corona?"

"Yeah." She poured me a shot and handed it to me. "Thanks baby."

"Don't pull that shit with me."

"Aye ain't no need for the attitude."

"For as long as I been working here I have nothing but an attitude. Deal wit it."

"Well damn. You good at talking to your boss."

"Eazy don't." She wiped down the counter.

"T when you gonna let me pound that pussy?"

"I'm busy!" I winked at her then left.

T is a pretty sexy little thang. She's a good bartender but I also hired because of her fine ass looking body. I offered her a stripper job but she threw some whiskey in my face then walked away.

"Keep them beats flowin niggas," I said to Dre and Ren.

"Hey daddy," two of my strippers said, Janet and Left Eye.

"What's up my babes?"

"Just making that money you know?" Left Eye smirked.

"Yeah, I got your twenty five percent right here," Janet said. She pulled a roll of dollar bills out her g string. 

"Thank you. Keep it up."

"Bye daddy," they said in unison. I smacked both they asses.

Business is good.