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"I'm tellin you I had it up to here with Dominic and his shit, Janeka." I put on my lipgloss with a huff. It was a busy Saturday night and it was nonstop money being thrown around in the club. The girls were happy, Koji was ecstatic, and I was feeling good as fuck off these tequila shots. 

"Uh-huh." Janeka, in higher spirits than the bullshit that happened the last time we sat down together, fixed her lashes and refreshed her baby hairs. The bruise under her eye was going away and although we never directly talked about it, she would hint here and there that she was having relationship problems. But, to me, it didn't feel so much like a relationship as it did transactional. Her phone would ring nonstop and when it did, she would call her boyfriend Te'varus, we'll call him T, repeat the number, hang up, and then she would call one of the numbers back with just a time. 

I didn't want to call it a pimp. I really didn't. 

"So, what you going to do?" Janeka quizzed, pouting her lips to make sure her lips were fully coated with whatever expensive lip plumper she bought that week. We both wore matching glittery pasties with matching thongs over white fishnets. We had a duo act on stage tonight and decided to match with our routine as well. 

"I don't know. Q want to take me to the range, and he said he could help me with a restraining order if I really want to go that route."

"So why don't you?"

"Because I don't want to go through all that paperwork." Janeka scoffed, re-applying her blush, "And besides, I don't want my people to be looking up that information on me."

Janeka tapped her makeup brush 3 times, looking over my way suspiciously as she blew the excess off her brush.

"I thought you said your people don't really deal with you like that? Hence why you're here. 

Shit! I thought to myself. I was beginning to forget my own lie, especially when my mom called me moments before I pulled up to the club. I haven't told anyone but my dad and I are supposed to be going to lunch while he's in town for the annual Black Surgeon convention. He's talking about "working things out" but I seriously doubt it. 

"Oh, yeah." I chuckled nervously, flatironing my hair one last time before hitting the floor, "Well, you know people can still google you, right? And it don't take nothing to pay for a court record on those sites."

"Uh huh... I guess you right. But I think you should take Q up on his offer. And what's going on with y'all anyway? Y'all dating or what?"

Or what was the real question. Q and I been texting more often. Calling more often. And he's been to my house a few times since the whole situation with Florice but honestly I don't even know what we are. And considering not that long ago his so-called ex hit my phone, I just don't feel up to dealing with that potential baggage.

"I don't know, girl. We just been cooling."

"He at least eating your pussy?"

I almost dropped my flatiron! "Janeka!"

We both burst out into laughter at that point. Would I be lying and say I havent thought about it while I was in my bed in the middle of the night? Hell no! But I don't want to just throw it on Q when I don't even know where he stand. 

That's my bad for not getting clarification though. I have to make a mental note to talk to him about all of this. Because truthfully I wouldn't mind. I'm trying to go with the flo and shit but I need to know something!

"I'm just saying if a nigga going to be in my face this long for no reason he better at least be suckin' the cl-"

"Ayo, Ari!" Koji boomed from the locker room door. Janeka and I both turned to look his direction. I was more confused than Janeka was annoyed but considering she was skating on thin ice with Koji already, she just turned her head and continued refreshing her makeup.

"What's up, Koji? Why you screaming?" I hopped out of my seat and walked up to him, my hand on my hip.

Koji rolled his eyes, scratching his beard and muttering under his breath.

"Man, you got that nigga Rich out here for you?"

He could tell by the frown on my face that this wasn't news I needed to hear.

"Okay? Can't you tell him i'm not here?"

"I would if he ain't seen you already. Can you just talk to him?"

"Talk to him for what? So I can hear him beg me for pussy yet again in your club? He got the wrong bitch for that, and you know that."

"I know but," he sighed, "Listen, he's hard on his luck right now. He's going through some shit with his girl and he just want some compan-"

"So tell him to get it from Suki since he always requesting her." I spat.

"Ari, you know it ain't even like that?"

"So tell me what its like then, Koji. You take a girl out, you ask her for pussy, she tell you no, you come back to her job and beg for pussy in the middle of her work shift, and then when she reject you again, you move on to another stripper who brags about her happy endings."

Koji raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I'm not hating on a girl and her hustle but me and him ain't got nothing to talk about."

"Ari! Ayo Ari, you in there!" Rich's slurred voice was loud and muffled on the other side of the door. Before Koji could even respond in protest, he barged in with, yet another shot of henny, in his hand.

He looked bad. Maybe bad looked better than him. His shirt was all wrinkled, his pants had a stain on them, his hands were ashy and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. If you ask me, you would think he was running from someone  and drinking his problems away.

"Damn, girl, what you doing, hiding?"

My face turned up in disgust as I stepped back. Koji took the hint and stood between Rich and I.

"She don't want to talk to you, man."

"What you mean 'she don't want to talk?' Ari tell this nigga that we cool. Ari? Ari where you going? Ari!"

"I told you already to leave me alone, Rich! And stop calling me!"

"Cmon, Rich. Let me take you home. You look like a dead man walking."

"Fuck that, Ari! Ari, please!"

I didn't even respond, I just turned the corner and hid in the bathroom till he was gone. There were a few muffled shouts, but then the coast sounded clear. Still hiding in the stall, I checked my phone to 6 voicemails all from a blocked number. 

This shit was getting to be too fucking much for a single Saturday night. 


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