Karma|A Dave East Story|

1.Karma 🥀

Karmani:

I'mma throw this money like a free throw
You just keep on dancing, like a freak ho
Arch your back, put your hands on your knees ho
Bounce that ass to my muthafucking beat ho

I hear the muffled music through the door of the dressing room. It's almost time for me to go out. I put on the last bit of my make up and pull my g-string up.

"Iight gentlemen that was Candy's last act for tonight. Now we got the lady you've all been waiting coming. Welcome to the stage KARMAAA!" I heard Ray call over the mic.

It's Saturday night so a huge crowd of drunk men cheered as I pranced onto the stage. Jacquees B.E.D remix began to play, so I moved my body to the beat.

I know you wanna ride, it's just you and me (skrt)
So wet I wanna dive, like I'm in the sea (splash)
We livin' comfortably (yeah)
She get addicted to the palm trees (palm trees)
I'mma keep it honestly (honest)
Pull up and the horn'll beep
She can sting like a bumble bee (sting!)
But she rather be under me
We go to Barbados, we makin' tornados
She fuckin' up all the sheets
I ask if she smoke and she told me no
I'm smokin' up all the weed
The first day I hit it, she tell all her friends
And now they on to me

I dance slowly, paying close attention to every beat of the song. Making eye contact with a few men in the crowded club as I touch my self in all the right places. I seductively dance to the edge of the stage, arching my back deeply I stare at a brown skin man with face tattoos, looking dead into his eyes, they're cold.

Gently, I grab his  face, kissing his ear and whisper...

"Why so serious baby boy?" Before slowly leaving him there.

As I dance for the rest of the night that guy and I make eye contact several times, even through the piles of money he throws, I see him. He's been coming every night for the past week now. Every night it's that same mean ass face. I know it's more to him though, it's something behind that mean mug.

Once the night was over I grabbed the broom from the side of the stage and swept my money into a pile and stuffed it in my bags.

I go back to my dressing room and put my pants and jacket on and walk out the back entrance/exit to my car.

"Mani" I stop dead in my tracks, my heart feel like it's about to burst.

His voice has always sent chills down my spine, but it's for all the wrong reasons now. Without turning to look at him, I start walking again.

"Karmani, I know you heard me." He said walking dead on my heels.

Just the feeling of him hovering over me made me sick to my stomach. "What you want Jamal?" I ask, still walking.

"You", he gripped my wrist stopping me. "You know that though, so stop playing dumb."

"Jamal, let me go... I'm just tryna to go home" I look in his face and as usual it looked like he didn't give a fuck.

"To where? The house that we paid for together?" He smirked.

"Yeah the one that you left me in for your new bitch" I spat back.

"Who got you growing nuts huh? You fucking another one of them niggas?" He grabbed my face making me look into his eyes.

My eyes start to water. "Jamal I'm not fucking on nobody, let me go."

His grip on my face tightened. "I know you Mani, I know you cause I made you! I know you got a nigga on your mind but I want you to remember, I'll kill you and that nigga. You hear me?"

"J-Jamal-"

"I said do you hear me?"

"Yes" tears start to fall down my face.

He let me go and left me there crying, as usual. I walk to the car slamming my door, I throw my bags in the backseat. I can't go home, so I ride until I find some where to eat.

Dave's Perspective:

I crank my car up and leave the club. Instead of going home, I go to get something to eat. The bell on the door rings as I walk into the restaurant. I walk in but don't get far before I stop dead in my tracks when I see the girl from the club sitting at a table. Her head is in her hands but her hair and tattoos let me know it's her.

The longer I look I realize the table under her is wet, she crying. Who the fuck would do anything to make her cry? I fight with myself about wether I should see what's wrong or just mind my business but I can't just leave her crying like that.

"Ma..." I go over to her.

She wipes her face but she don't even look up at me. As I get to the table I see bruises on her face. The bruises pissed me off.

"What happened to you?"

She just shakes her head 'nothing'.

"I'm sorry but, 'Nothing' didn't bruise your face and 'nothing' don't make you cry."

"Why it even matter to you? You don't even know me." She says.

"You right... but I know you shouldn't be sitting in a Jack's crying at 3am after you just got off work. I'm just tryna help you ma. "

"Thank you, but I don't need your help. I'm good. "

"Damn, my bad then."

I guess that's what the fuck I get for tryna be nice. She was right I don't even know her so why should I even give a fuck what happened to her. This why I don't do shit like this cause you get left looking stupid. I don't even order my food I just leave.

Karmani's Perspective:

I look up as the guy walks out of the restaurant and I realize it's the dude from the club. Before I could even say anything else he was gone.

"Damn it" I say to myself.

I gotta apologize to him, I hope he comes back to the club tomorrow...