Playette

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"ZENA!! Please take this wine bottle to table 18 they really making me sick. Im about to be outta here." I said as I passed a cold bottle of red wine to my favorite waitress. I was really runnin low on energy AND interest by the time I arrived to my restaurant that day. I was dealing with issue after issue, Morgan called to say the fucking plug got killed, I have 3 parties coming up and no one to perform at them. This week has been a complete fucking mess. Luckily I have a date tonight and Im hoping he can take my mind off all this bullshit. Oh, Im Chanel by the way. Restaurateur by day, Party promoter by night. Don't get shit twisted nah, I aint one of those rinky dink Facebook promoters, dropping flyers all over your timeline all day long, I bring the big dogs out. Any artist that performs in this town gotta go through me. This is a part of the reason why shit is going south. I see the posts, I see the snapchats. My city is tired of the same artist, coming over and over again, performing the same songs for inflated rates each time. This brings me around to today. I own a restaurant called "The Playhouse". Its located Downtown Detroit, in the bustling Greektown area. I was in the back, on my computer trying to tie up the last deals with venues, DJ's you know, regular promoter bullshit, when a call came into my office.

"Thank you for calling The Playhouse this is Chanel, How can I help you today?" I asked sweetly upon answering.

"Wassup Play?" The voice asked. I knew immediately that this wasn't no business call.

"Who? Who is this?" I asked, cautiously.

"This P.... What up?" He asked. I immediately smiled.

1 Year Ago...

I met P about a year prior, as I was renovating The Playhouse. I needed the who place rewired and I also needed a new roof. I found his card on a bulletin board at Whole Foods so I figured Id give his company a chance. I called him out for a consultation and boy was he fine. I was pissed I was completely dressed down, my sun kissed caramel skin hidden under a Nike sweatshirt, which also happened to hide the curves of my 34D's. Sigh... Perfect. His eyes slid up and down my frame as he entered the space that would be The playhouse. He walked around, checking outlets, scribbling shit on his little clipboard, but I was distracted. He was all of 5'9, the color of light brown sugar just before it melts. He looked mixed, but that was neither here nor there. As soon as I was gathering up the balls to tell him how I wanted him to fuck me all over that empty shell of a restaurant... His best fucking friend walks in. Ant is loud as fuck, not bad looking himself. He was a little taller than P, a lot less reserved, clearly voicetrous and full of life. I figured they complimented each other.
"Gatdamn man I can't get Nae to stop fuckin callin me man what the fuck!" He said, almost to himself as he entered the space.
"Aahh shit my bad P I had a long ass morning." He said to P as he fought back a laugh.
"It's cool... Aye man, This is Chanel. " P said, looking toward me.
"Nice to meet you Ant" I said with a smile.
It was on after that. P rewired the place in 4 hours, and Ant was able to resurface the entire roof in 2 days. I was astonished by the work they had done. So after I signed their checks and let them out the door, I never thought we'd Cross paths again....then came Mardi Gras. It was me, Nika, Bri & Nijah,  strutting through New Orleans like we owned the place. It was midnight and Bourbon Street was packed. We were holding hands trying to push through the thick crowd when some dumb ass nigga bumped me and damn near spilled a whole pint of beer on my $600 custom fitted Chanel dress. I was fucking livid. I lifted my head and who do I see? It's Ant!
"Ant! Dammit watch what you doing muthafucka you ruined my dress!" I screamed at him. Just as he was coming with his rebuttal, P walked up..
"The beautiful Chanel Malone.... "He said, staring. Staring a stare that burned a hole right through me.
"Hey P... "Somehow this immaculate man is making his way through my bloodstream. I'd been drinking all day long so when he asked me to stroll to Canal St with him, I was with it. We walked & we talked, drank a whole lot more and smoked a few a long the way. When he kissed me it was complete euphoria. I lusted for him through that moment and I wanted more. More is exactly what he gave me. He explored my deepest secrets and made me cum more times than my mind could've imagined. He fucked me like a champ, bending me over chairs & over the balcony. I literally had never felt such intensity from a lover in years....

Just like that... It was over. I left his suite the next morning and didn't hear from him again. I continued to enjoy my time in New Orleans, and even made a few connections with some club owners down there. I started promoting from the bottom, pushing mixtapes through Detroit, planning parties, shit like that. But my big break came at 21 years old. I was offered the Event's Director position by Joe Louis Arena. Of course I took it and built my legacy on bringing the hottest talent on the stage, whether it's Peezy or Lil Wayne. My career had taken off, I have my beautiful penthouse, no children, a pretty face & a bomb ass body. Some folks say I'm winning, I say I'm just getting started. It's a new lane I wanna jump into, and just like how I Shook down Promo companies all over the D.... Imma shake down the streets....