Don't Forget About Me (An August Alsina Love Story) (Completed/ Editing)

Chapter 2 : Blind Date

Kalissa in MM <3

3 years later...

"Kalissa, ya ass is on stage next," My girl, Evette said walking into the dressing room and sitting next to me. "Them niggas is drunk as fuck out there and they grabbing like crazy."

I sighed, placing my blonde wig on. It wasn't anything new. Some nigga was always tryna catch a feel. It was one of the main reasons I hated this job. Niggas had no respect at all for strippers.

I did my make-up and slipped into my heels before, looking myself over in the mirror. I barely even knew who I was anymore. Before, I was disgusted by strippers, trying to figure out why they did what they did.

But looking at myself now, I realized I was the one thing that I was disgusted by this whole time. My flat stomach, curvy hips, somewhat big ass, and perky breasts were barely covered in a bright lime green two piece that I was about to dance in for a lot of perverted niggas. Ugh.

"Good luck, baby doll," Evette said, rolling up a blunt. "You really gonna need it."

"Thanks, babe," I said, walking out. I walked up to the DJ, Reggie, to see if he had my playlist ready.

"Wassup, Kay?" He said, taking off one side of his headphones.

"Hey, Reg, you got my music playlist down?" I asked.

"Yeah, about that, I wanted to run a deal with you," He said. I raised an eyebrow.

"What deal?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Look, my mans got some songs thats strip club anthems right now and I wanted you to be the first one to dance to them since you the best dancer up in here."

"Aw thanks, Reg. But I need to rehearse with them first before I just go up there and start dancing to songs I never heard before."

"Come on, Kay. Look, I'm telling you this dude is a new R&B singer and his songs are nice and sexy-like. Its easy to dance to."

I sighed. "Ion know..."

"I'll pay you a little extra cash," He said, taking out a stack of cash. I looked at the cash and then at him. "Please?"

"Well..." I said, taking the cash. "Only because you said please. And because you my homie."

He laughed, hugging me. "Thanks, Kay, make these songs hot, iight?"

"Mhmm but why do you need me to dance to this guy's song so bad?"

"Because he's like my little nephew from way back and I'm just tryna help him out. This dude is the truth, trust me."

I nodded. "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

I walked toward the stage and a sexy, slow song came on. I spun around the pole slowly, trying to get the flow of the song in my head and immediately I did. Reggie was right. This was definitely the kind of songs strippers dance to. I slowly grinded and moved my hips in a nice slow motion against the pole.

"She ride me like a pornstar...She ride like a pornstar..." The song played and I wrapped my leg around the pole and held my fingers around it, tilting my back down and spinning.

Money was flying on stage and I continued dancing to the series of songs with ease, simply because it was my type of music. Nice, slow, baby making music.

By the time I got off, the guys were asking me for another dance and I was counting a hand full of money. The songs definitely did me justice because this didn't happen every night.

"Reggie, that playlist is the shit!" I said, approaching him after my performance.

"I told you, Kay!" He laughed. "You killed it too!"

"Thanks. But you should make that my regular playlist from now on. Look at all the money I made!" I said, flashing all the money in my hand.

He nodded. "Copy. I got you."

I walked back to the dressing room and Evette was talking to her boyfriend, "Lowkey", on the phone.

"Oh well, baby, you said you was gone eat my-" She cut her eyes at me and stopped her sentence even though I knew what she was gonna say. "Cheesecake."

I rolled my eyes, laughing. This girl knew damn well she wasn't bout to say cheesecake.

"But bae, I'll talk to you later, okay? We still on for tomorrow?...Okay, love you...Bye." She hung up, looking over at me.

"Really, Vette, cheesecake?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Yeah, cheesecake," She smiled, looking at her nails. "But I got a surprise for you."

"Oh God..." I sighed, knowing she was gonna hit me with one of her crazy surprises.

"What? My surprises are always good," She said, cutting me the eye. "But, anyway, I hooked us up on double date. Me, you, Lowkey, and his friend Rahjay."

"Evette! Why the hell would you do that?" I asked, annoyed.

"Because, girl, you lonely as fuck. Give ya vibrator a break for a night and come get the real deal."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't do blind dates, sorry."

"You don't do dates, period. Come on, Kay, I'm tired of seeing you like this. You gotta get a man."

"I'm just fine without one, Eve. Trust me."

She walked over to me and pouted in my face, tugging at my arm. "Pweez, Kay Kay? Pweeeeeez?"

"Evette, no," I said, sternly, continuing to count my money.

"Pweez. I never asked you for anything in my life!"

"Stop being so dramatic," I laughed, pulling off my wig.

"Pleeeeeeease!" She dragged, tackling me lightly.

"Okay, okay damn!" I said, sighing, pushing her off of me. "But you owe me."

She grinned kissing my cheek and hugging me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Yeah, whatever," I said, pushing her off again. "But one, he better be cute and two, he better be a gentleman or else I'm out."

"Mhmm, girl I know. He is, trust me," She assured me. I nodded, changing out of my heels and into my J's. I slipped on my hoodie and sweatpants and got my bag.

"Okay, Eve, call me," I said, pecking her cheek.

"Okay, baby doll." She nodded.

I walked through the club, telling Reggie and a few other strippers bye. Once I was back in my apartment, I took a shower and laid in my bed thinking about the date.

I hadn't been on a date since I was with...August. I honestly was just afraid of putting my heart out there again and getting hurt. I was head over heels for August when we were together and he just up and left like I was nothing to him.

Like we hadn't planned our life together and even got matching infinity tattoos on our wrist to symbolize our everlasting love. How can I just forget about all that shit?

I exhaled deeply, shaking the thoughts out of my head. It was just a date and everything was gonna be fine. I had nothing to worry about.