Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Fourteen.

•Beyoncé's P.O.V.•

I opened my eyes and yawned before looking at Jay, who's eyes were trained on the road. We were on our way to New Orleans, where I was excited to go for 1 of 2 reasons. 1; My family has relatives there... It's where my mom is from. 2; We have a deal there. I'll go with reason number one.

"Are we almost there baby?" He sighed and looked over at me with a weak smile.

"Nearly." His focus turned back to the road and silence overcame the car. After a few minutes, the silence became too much to bear and I ran a hand through my weave before leaning back in the seat.

"So what is this deal that is waiting for us?" He sighed and cocked his head to the side a bit.

"Some business with uh.. August." The name immediately clicked in my mind and I nodded my head slowly, a signal of my understanding.

"Alsina?"

"Smart girl," he replied with a soft chuckle I laughed along and felt satisfied with my assumption. August Alsina. I saw his name on the news the other day. He's the number three most wanted person in America. Shawn's number one and I'm number two. "We're supposed to handle the money at this strip club there... But Robert McDonald is supposed to be there at the same time. And I know for a fact that he carries big cash on him. Hell, he's the COO of McDonald's, he better carry big ass cash. Anyways, I think we could get him. Do you think you can do that while I get with August?"

I knew exactly what Jay was thinking. He wanted me to dress up as a stripper, lure him into some sort of trap, seduce him to distract him, then rob him blind. Pretty easy task, I think.

"I think I can handle it." I smiled with confidence and he laughed at how naïve I was, no doubt.

"Alright then, Superwoman," he retaliated.

"I'm your Superwoman...." I placed my lips onto his and they fell perfectly into place, his hand brushing along my upper thigh.

"Only mine?" He had pulled back and drove with one hand on the wheel, looking into my eyes, and the car continued to roll on without a hitch.

"Yours." I sat in disbelief as he ignored my remark and pulled off to a rest stop and parked in the very back. My shock melted into satisfaction when I realized the path that this was on. I gripped his shirt and smashed him into me as I moved to the back of the car. "I'm sooooo horny," I moaned as his lips attatched to my neck.

"Let me fix that for you," he whispered, sending chills down my spine.

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*So I listened to Downtown by August Alsina while writing this.. I know what he is talking about is a bit different than the subject matter of this book, but I feel like the tone of the song helps set the mood so feel free to listen to this while reading. It should spark more emotion, paint a better picture*

I looked in the mirror at the skimpy costume that covered my body. A pink bralette with black lace trim, and high waisted bottoms that my ass cheeks were literally falling out of. My bangs that were messily styled forward, my black heels with the spikes on it, a white fur vest, my lips that were painted with pink lipstick.

"Don't worry baby. You'll do fine." Jay kissed the top of my head and smiled back at him. "Just remember who all that belongs to," he whispered against my ear. I could practically feel the smirk on his face and I turned around to fake hit him.

"I will." I let my arms snake around my neck as our lips collided yet again.

"When you get it just go out to the car, okay baby?" I nodded and I walked into the back of the club, putting me backstage. The room was dim and I could see blue lights that shined on the poles through the silver streamers that were put in place to distinguish backstage from the actual stage. There were already some girls back there, but they were all congregated on the right of the stage. I was more to the left, where one white girl, in a skimpy black swimming suit and tattoos, stood.

"Who are you?" she asked with a bit of bite on the end of her question. I know this hoe did not just....

"I'm the shit... You?" I guess I didn't really have to be so arrogant, but she pissed me off.

"You're actually irrelevant."

"Bitch, we were talking about you, not me. WIth your no-ass-havin' self. What are you even doing here?" I didn't await her response and rolled my eyes, about to walk away, before she used her bony little fingers and pushed me, to which I immediately pushed her back. She prepared for a swing, but before she had the chance to throw it, I placed my hand over her mouth and pinched a nerve on her shoulder, knowning it would make her pass out in pain. Her body fell limp in my arms and I dragged her body to the corner of the stage where nobody could see. The other girls on the opposite side of the stage shook their heads and turned back to their conversations. They didn't even care. Well damn.

"The nasty gal dancers!" I heard the announcer start, and I prepared to take to a pole. After walking through the streamers I walked to the pole closest to the edge of the stage and noticed Robert in the dead front. Bingo. I wrapped my fingers around the metal and pulled my body up on the pole before using my ab strength to pull my legs over my head as I continued to grip the pole, before swirling down in the same postition and pulling my legs back down, landing in a squat position.

I winked at Robert and he smiled before throwing two one-hundred dollar bills. I smirked in satisfaction. Swiftly, I placed them in the strap of my bralette before pulling my body back up and wrapping my left leg around the pole and pulled my right leg up and wrapping around (almost like upright splits) before swrirling back down, causing McDonald to throw three more hundreds. I leaned down and let my lips brush against his ear.

"You want a private dance, daddy?" I nearly mini-barfed calling him daddy, but if I want the money, then I gotta do it. He smirked in response and I stepped down off of the stage and he followed me into an isolated room. He sat in the chair, as expected, and I immediately went to work. I dropped down, hitting the floor, whipping my hair, and poppin my ass back (lmao). I slowly stood back up slowly, running my hands up my body. I sharply placed my heel in between his slightly spread legs, and turned my hips out, poppin my ass once again. I straddled him and felt his manhood poke me, absolutely disgusting. Pull it together, Bey. Get this money and get out. I reached down into his pocket with soft fingers so he wouldn't feel, and felt two wads of cash. I grabbed them and slid them out, holding the hand with the money in my hand behind him so that he couldn't see.

"Don't look.. I have a surprise," I whispered. He smirked again and I pulled my leg over his head, landing me on my two feet and scurried behind the chair, placing the cash on the inside of the bralette, where it was unseen. I walked back around to face him and ran my acrylics over his head before hooking my heels on the sides of the chair and running my p*ssy right over his face and placing my hands on the floor behind him (so it's like a handstand postion but her legs are on the sides of the chair). Finally, I whipped my legs over and landed on my feet with satisfaction. That shit was hard. He pulled out five of the twenty hundreds I'd left behind and handed them to me.

"Thank you," he said with a smirk before walking out. I walked out happy and headed to the door about to walk out, I heard gun shots. Immediately, I grabbed the gun I had stashed by the door and walked back out to see something unreal. Jay was shot.

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•A/N•

Sorry about the delay of the chapter... I'm okay now guys. Thanks so much for caring ♥. I'm starting this thing where I'll set a number of comments after a chapter and that will make me update sooner. I'll update even if I don't reach that number of comments but it just won't be as soon.15+ comments for update. Oh yea, I had this idea for like a vampire Jayoncé story. Too Twilight? Let me know. That's about it. Vote, Comment, etc. Thanks for reading!

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