CPR

26

Aaliyah
I sat on facetime with Shane while I sketched and he wrote down our brainstorming ideas. We had been on the phone for a good five hours just thinking and talking. I cracked my knuckles and looked out of my window in my office seeing it was dark as hell.

"Damn Shane it's late as fuck." I laughed.

"Oh shit where did the time go. That's a sign of good creating." He laughed looking at his watch.

"Yeah we did good today." I smiled.

"Oh shit I'm gonna be late to dinner with my girlfriends parents." He jumped up.

"Oh shit good luck I'll talk to you later." I said.

"For sure." He hung up.

I laughed and smoked some of the half blunt I had left. I looked over my sketches today and nodded in approval. I got up grabbing my phone and walked into our bed room. I looked around but Carti wasn't there.

"Baby where you at?" I yelled a little.

I took another hit from the blunt and jogged down the stairs. I heard music blasting and smelled hella smoke when I opened the basement door.

"Oh shit." I said coughing.

I got down to the bottom of the steps and seen Carti sitting on the couch with his head down and he was getting a tattoo. I turned the music down and walked over to him.

"You didn't tell me you were getting a new tattoo." I said smiling.

"It's just a cover up." He said.

The dude doing the tattoo was finished I guess because he stopped. He wiped it down and prepped it. Carti handed him the money and he dapped him up letting him out.

I walked around the basement and looked around. I had never really been down here and it was like a little art room lash studio down here.

I seen a stripper pole in the middle of the other side of the room. There were chairs and shit sitting in front of it like a stage. I walked up on the stage and seen a mirror behind the chairs on the wall.

"Whatchu doing up there?" Carti asked taking a seat in one of the chairs.

"I didn't know you had all this down here. How many bitches been on this pole?" I looked at it and gagged.

"It's new you said you wanted to take up pole dancing right?" He pulled out a black gift bag.

I walked off the stage and sat in his lap grabbing the bag. I looked in it and seen flesh colored lingerie in it.

"I bought you this. I was hoping you would model it for me." He grinned.

"Boy." I covered my face laughing.

"I'm serious.." He looked up at me.

"Thank you." I smiled going to change.

I got undressed and slipped on the lingerie. I looked good I can't lie and my little abs were poking. I turned around and smiled looking at my ass. I was very little and slim but I definitely wasn't thick. I applied some lipgloss and walked out of the bathroom.

I smiled and seen him standing with a blunt in his mouth, a stack of twenty dollar bills, and a film camera. I don't know if it was the weed or if he looked extra sexy.

"Damn baby..." He licked his bottom lip and gave me this evil look but it was also sexy as hell.

I walked up to him and smiled standing on my tippy toes. He shotgunned some smoke to me and I kissed him.