Gangstress

September 1998 (5)

***Marshall's POV***

We arrived to the studio and none of the boys had arrived yet, which didn't surprise me. I figured they probably wouldn't be here for another hour or so. It was always such a fuckin' chore trying to get all of them coordinated to go somewhere. I was fine with it though, I honestly just wanted to be alone with her as long as possible. I could tell she was still trying her hardest to keep me at arms length, but I felt like I was at least starting to get through to her a little bit. I figured the more time we spent alone together, the more she would open up. 

Honestly, I don't know why I was so intrigued by her, or why I was trying so hard to get to know her, especially after she had made it extremely clear that she was not interested in opening up or getting to know each other outside of work and sex, but I just felt this connection to her that I couldn't deny. 

The audio engineer met us in the room and we fired everything up for the sound board and recording booth. She immediately pulled out her notebook and handed it to me. "I gotta skit I want us to do for a song." 

My eyes scanned the paper. "Which one?"

"Spend a Little Doe." 

I shook my head. "I don't think I've heard that one yet?" 

"I'll play it for you after. Come on." 

We both went into the booth and threw on headphones. She explained to me the tone of voice she wanted and how she wanted it to sound and I just went with it. She gave a thumbs up at the producer and the beat started playing. 

"Mmm baby, I missed ya." I said into the mic.

She gave a sexy giggle. "I missed you too." I knew it was just a skit but my dick instantly started stirring. 

"I waited a long time for this." 

 "So why you ain't come see me? No commissary or nothin'?" Her tone changed to sound pissed off.

"I ain't wanna see my bird in no cage. But I'm ready to take care of you now." 

She laughed. "Now? After three years? Three motha fuckin' years, n****?" She looked at me directly when she said it and my mouth went dry. "You know what?" She said into the mic and then stopped. I figured that's where the song would start. 

We took off the headphones and exited the booth. "Y'know, you're really fuckin' believable." I chuckled. 

"Yeah, don't be fuckin' with me." She said sarcastically and laughed. 

We sat down next to the producer to listen to it and I really liked it. He played the rest of the song with it and I thought it was a super dope way to start it. I was really fuckin' with the song until the last bar of the first verse. "You got stuck and left naked with a hard penis." I wondered if that was about me when we were at the club, but then again, I'm sure she had pulled that shit on tons of guys. Even if it was, it didn't offend me, and it was pretty funny nonetheless. 

We listened to the rest of the song, and it was honestly my favourite one. Not because I thought the rhymes were better or anything, because hers were always consistently amazing. It was purely because it wasn't so fuckin' sexual. I really didn't like how she talked about her sex life so openly. Mainly because I didn't like being faced with the fact that she fucks a lot of different guys, so it was nice to not have to hear about it. 

"Ya like it?" She turned to me. 

I nodded. "It's dope as fuck. The skit sounds nice with it." 

She smiled. "Thanks." She started flipping through her notebook, clearly looking for something when the door swung open and the guys plus Zoe walked in, all with bottles of alcohol in their hands. Angel's head snapped towards the door and she popped up out of the chair and ran to Zoe.