Trap Queen

Ch. 2

Robyn // Rihanna

After G left the room, I looked at the stack of cash she handed me and saw that there was like 1500 total. What the hell?

I go out to look for her, and Gloria hands me some envelope.

"Did you see where G went?"

"She left, but she wanted me to give that to you." I see her name and number on the envelope and kinda get butterflies in my stomach. I walk to the back to place my money in my locker and change. I'll look in the envelope when I get home.

Two hours later Lani and I are finally going home. If it weren't for G coming in tonight, the night would have drug on.

"Oooh bitch, I saw you and G go into the back earlier."

I chuckle a little at the high pitch excitement in her voice. "Yup. She asked fah a dance."

"Please tell me you took her money this time."

"Yes. But she overpaid me again. She gave me 1500 fah one damn song."

"So the hell what. I think she likes you..."

"I think she just sees me as anotha piece of ass."

"And? You still haven't had rebound sex, so do it with G. She's sexy as hell, and I don't even like females." I laugh at her stupid ass as I shake my head.

"Oh shit, dat reminds me... She gave me ha name and numba on an envelope." I grab the envelope out of my bag and start opening it.

"What's in it?"

"Why da fuck did she do dat?"

"What!?"

I ignore her question and grab my cell, dialing her number. She answers after four rings;

"Hello?"

"G?"

"Yah?"

"It's Rihanna Fenty... da stripper from Tootsie's."

"I kinda figured that. Glad to see you got my note."

"Dat wasn't a note. Dat was more money with yuh name and numba on it."

"Yeahhh?"

"If you wanted me tuh call you all you 'ad tuh do was give me yuh numba, not more money. You already overpaid me." She starts laughing, and I feel my annoyance rising.

"It's really not that big of a deal yo."

"Maybe not tuh you. I would really like tuh give dis back tuh you."

"If you wanna meet up with me all you had to do was ask." I roll my eyes at her cockiness.

"Das not what I'm saying. Almost three thousand dollars fah one dance is way too much."

"You're the weirdest stripper I have ever met. Are you really upset that I paid you that much?" I know I'm a stripper but when people call me that like that's all I am, it pisses me the fuck off!

I let out a frustrated groan before responding.
"You know what G... You dun even- Fuck it, never mind."

"Nah you started saying something, don't stop now. Speak yo mind baby girl."

"You 'ave no idea 'ow insensitive you can be. I've only seen you twice, and I always end up feeling like I'm nothing but a stripper around you. I don't need yuh money. I told you before I like tuh earn mi money, so can we meet up somewhere so I can give dis back?"

"Damn if it's that serious we can meet tomorrow at 1. That's the only time I'm available. Text where you want to meet."

Before I can even respond I look down and see she hung up on me. Ugh!