Werewolf In Harlem

Chapter Eight:

Don't Make This Hard

Dave was bored out of his mind. He had been trying to find a replacement for Melissa and Saweetie, but East kept whining about missing his mate. He could barely concentrate on the girls auditioning right in front of him. He would usually do it alone but with him not being at the top of his game he had his niggas come through and judge. Trey was excited as fuck. All he wanted to do was watch girls take their clothes off for him. Dave wouldn't be surprised if he took one or a couple of these girls home with him tonight. D was way out of it tonight and Chris was being very professional. He was always there to pick up the slack if Dave ever slipped up. That's why he was his partner.

Some of these girls were really trash though. Just because you became build-a-bitch doesn't mean you knew how to hold attention. That's what this job was about. You needed to keep the attention of the people who came here and made sure they spent as much money as they could. What some of these girls were doing was just boring.

Luckily they caught a break when a girl who called herself Dream Doll auditioned. She actually knew what's she was doing on the stage. Trey was definitely impressed. Dave did see some talent in her. She caught his eye in a way the other girls hadn't. Not in a sexual way either, she just had...something. Her body had definitely been altered, but she knew how to move it.

Dave let chris know his decision and went to his office. After talking to Melissa on the phone a couple days ago he had to talk to her everyday. Either text message, phone call, of FaceTime. He just needed to know how she was doing. So just like clockwork, when he got to his desk he FaceTimed her.

"Hey, Dave." She answered with a mouthy full of food.

"Wassup, Mamas. What you eating."

"Five Guys. I am in heaven."

"That greasy ass shit ready put you in a coma."

"Boy you better shut the fuck up." She took another big bite of her burger. Ketchup and mustard was stuck to the corner of her mouth. Dave laughed at the sight. "Fuck is so funny?"

"You got some shit around your mouth."

She looked at herself in the camera and stretched her tongue out to lick it off. She almost had it off, but her tongue didn't reach far enough. He sat there and watched her struggle for a good few minutes. She finally gave up and wiped it off with her thumb.

"Why couldn't you do that in the first place?"

"I wanted so see how far my tongue could go. Not far unfortunately." She said that as if she was actually disappointed. Dave only shook his head.

"You goofy as hell."

She shrugged her shoulders. He really enjoyed there little conversations over the past couple of days. Everything was so random. They never really got too deep but he was always interested in what she was saying. He was very comfortable with her just as she was with him.

"What you up to though? You know what, I don't even know why I asked. Yo ass at work."

"Damn nigga, all in my schedule."

"Boy, you don't do shit but work. You own a damn strip club, but always in that office."

"Man, I see everything I need from here." He flipped the camera over so she could see the windows.

"I knew you was spyin' on me." He only sucked his teeth cause she was definitely right. "Mmhmm. It's cool though, I ain't gon call the police...yet."

"Yeah the fuck right. I get locked up ya ass gon be visitin' me everyday."

"Nah imma let you and ya boyfriend have y'all quality time." She laughed hard like the shit was so damn funny. He didn't think so.