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SKEEZERS 2
By
Shay Hunter
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CHAPTER ONE
CUPID SAMPSON
Why is it that some bitches get everything while the rest of us are treated like shit? I mean when do the regular chicks get their day? When do we get the gifts the so-called pretty girls are blessed with the moment they slide from between their mother’s bloody thighs?
Well I’m not waiting anymore for my day. I decided to finally take what’s due me. I was gonna sit my nigga down and say, “If you want me then you gonna have to tell her about us. No longer am I gonna be your ‘By Night Bitch’.”
But when I pulled up in front of Skeezers Strip Club what do I see? Sprinkles’ shiny new candy apple red Mercedes Benz staring at me. I mean what the fuck?
This is the shit I’m talking about. He didn’t even tell me he bought her new wheels. Where was my car? Where was my gold chains and diamond rings? I wanted it all and he promised it to me but once again I was the one taking an ‘L’.
I know what his thing is though.
He’s only fucking that bitch because she’s Latino and he wanted his kids to be vanilla colored. And please don’t get me wrong…I love being black but I told him repeatedly that if I had to choose another race it would be hers because she had him in every way I desired.
That ain’t in the cards for me this lifetime though. So a bitch like me gotta come through and get hers by any means. And that’s exactly what I intended.
I adjusted my mirror to look at my face inside my beat up, stinky, old ass, Ford Escort. I’m starting to hate myself because he always pointed out the differences between us. She was tall, Latino and wild. I was skinny, dark-skin and had a fat ass. He said our distinctions was why he wanted me but why didn’t I feel favored?
Since my pussy got juicy as it always did whenever I thought about him, even if I was mad, I removed the wipes from the glove compartment and cleaned my box. When I was done I tossed it in the passenger seat. The whole car was trash anyway so who cares?
Shrugs.
Needing my breath fresh in case Killer was inside kicking it with Levine, the other owner of the club, I tossed a piece of gum in my mouth. Sliding out my car I switched toward the entrance. With each step I was starting to feel better about myself. Besides, I’m not just one of the regular strippers in Skeezers. I have a follo
wing and do alright for myself around here. I might not make as much money as Sprinkles or have the private dressing room but with or without Killer my bills were paid.
The club wasn’t open yet but the moment I came inside I could hear Sprinkles and Levine arguing.
Again.
At first I didn’t understand why Levine hated Sprinkles so much until I started fucking Killer on the side. Apparently when Levine’s daughter was murdered and the old owner Poe gifted Skeezers to Levine out of guilt, she took the club over but couldn’t handle the job.
Two years later, Skeezers needed work so Levine went to the man every nigga in D.C. went to for money troubles…Jameson “Killer” Floyd.
From what I hear she couldn’t keep up with the payments and she had to make him a partner. It wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought because he wanted full control. Dudes like Killer must have power. It’s one of the traits that make them so sexy and its another reason he got me so wrapped up.
Once he was inside Skeezers and the contract was signed he brought his girlfriend Sprinkles who worked at another strip club that he use to shake dope out of. They were a duo. Where you saw him you saw her.
Just to be irritating to Levine I walked up to Sprinkles’ door and knocked. “Who the fuck is it?” Sprinkles yelled.
“It’s me, Sprinkles. Cupid, open the door, girl.”
The fucked up part about all of this is that Sprinkles is my best friend. I don’t feel guilty about that either because bitches have fucked their best friend’s dudes since the beginning of time. Look at any Roman tale and you’ll see a similar story. But I didn’t want to just fuck Killer. I wanted him for myself and I was willing to do anything to see that happen.
At the end of the day Sprinkles got to go.
She opened the door and let me inside. “Hey, Cupid!” She seemed happy to see me, even as I looked over her shoulder for Killer. But instead of seeing him the only person I saw was mad faced Levine.
“I can come back if ya’ll are busy.” I looked between them knowing Sprinkles wouldn’t want me to leave.
“Girl, please.” She looked back at Levine. “Besides, she was just leaving.” She waved her hand. “Bounce, Levine. We’re done here and you’re working my nerves anyway.”
Levine walked up to me and said, “Don’t be late tonight. Ohio’s pasty pale ass called off again and I need all tits on deck.” She looked at Sprinkles. “And that means both of you bitches.” She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
As I walked deeper into Sprinkles’ private dressing room I realized I had every legit reason in the world to hate her.
I heard Poe, the last owner, had the room designed for his best friend who was murdered here. Maybe that’s why whenever I was here I always felt like somebody else was listening to our conversation.
“Where Kitten?” I asked.
Sprinkles rolled her eyes and plopped down on her chair. “Who knows? But I think she’s on crack now.”
My eyes widened. “What the fuck are you talking about? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It doesn’t mean it’s not true.” She turned around and adjusted her makeup in the mirror. “And since we both know that her and Levine are best friends, I’m wondering how long it’s gonna take her to be strung out too.”
“Are you sure about that?” The thing was I liked Kitten.
Kitten is the coolest manager in the world and would do anything for you, which is why bitches loved taking advantage. They would show up late when they wanted and expect the same hourly rate when they weren’t even on the clock. Levine not having a good manager for the club was the main reason she got into Killer for so much money.
“I’m positive she’s on some type of drugs.” Sprinkles brushed her hair. “Levine caught a nigga taking video from his phone last night of the girls changing after their set, only to find out they paid Kitten for the access. If that’s not dope head shit what is?”
I sat next to Sprinkles. “Bitch, what the fuck Levine say?”
She waved the air. “Nothing…talking about Kitten would never do that. The way she protects that woman makes me think she has something on her too.” She pointed her brush at me. “Like some real juicy secrets.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“But where were you last night, bitch? You were supposed to be on that stage. You missed a big payout.”
I was at a hotel sucking Killer’s dick but I couldn’t tell her that now could I? I had to protect my best friend’s feelings for now because I cared about her, to some extent. It’s just that when it came to Killer my motto was all’s fair in love and war.
“I was at home…I called Kitten. Didn’t she tell you?”
Of course she didn’t tell her. That’s one of the things I loved about Kitten. You could blame all kinds of shit on her and everyone would believe you because she was so irresponsible.
“Nope, didn’t tell me. But you missed one hell of a night though.”
My eyebrows rose. “What happened?”
“Scholar’s home from prison.”
I felt sick to my stomach even though I never met him. “Please don’t say that shit.”
I was so scared I felt like I could pee on myself. And why was she just telling me now?
Another reason why I felt validated in fucking Killer was because she didn’t keep me up on Skeezers business like she use to. When we first became best friends, by working here, she would tell me anything, even if Killer told her in private.
But Scholar coming home is serious business. You have to understand, Skeezers is cursed and we all know it. I mean the strangest things happen. And people have died in this place.
Since the girl Monique, who was murdered when I first started working here, died, five more people followed. From what I hear Scholar was responsible for all five of them. Hearing he was out not only meant a lot of niggas were going to leave town but that something else was going to happen soon in this club.
Who would die next?
“I did call you!” She looked dead into my eyes and I realized she was scared about him being home. Even with being in a relationship with Killer, Scholar’s brother. “You wouldn’t answer your phone!”
Oh that’s right…Cuz I was fucking your man.
“So he came here? To Skeezers?”
She nodded. “Yep…sat in the front row and everything.”
I always thought it was weird that any of Killer’s friends could see his girl asshole naked if they wanted. But I guess that was their thing. “Well what did he say?”
She swallowed. “He said that the grim reaper forgot a few niggas when he went upstate. But he’s not gonna fuck up this time. He got plans to check off every name on his list. Twice.”
CHAPTER TWO
CATALINA “SPRINKLES” SANTANA
I like Kitten but sometimes she gets on my fucking nerves. Here I am holding a personal conversation with my girl Cupid and what does she do? Slide into my dressing room, probably looking for something to steal while adding herself into our conversation.
“Hey, ladies,” she looked wide-eyed around my dressing room. “What ya’ll doing in here? Ya’ll so quiet I almost didn’t see ya’ll.”
“Nothing, Kitten,” Cupid said as she texted on her phone. That girl kept her phone in her hand 24/7. “Just getting ready for tonight.” She typed a few keys, all without looking up.
“Well I ain’t gonna be here long so don’t mind me none.” She pushed her sleeves back. “Marvin outside waiting on me.”
I rolled my eyes.
Then what you doing in here? Go see about your man!
Now let me tell you about Marvin. He’s a 33-year old punk who beat her once a month when she didn’t give him money for drugs. Her facial features use to be nicer but as the months went on the effect of the drugs was starting to set in.
Don’t get me wrong; Kitten could still get down with the best of them if she wanted, even at 50. She was adorable but while I’m looking at her I can
see a recent bruise under her eye. He beat her for sport.
Kitten suddenly perked up and walked over to Cupid as if she just saw her. “Cupid! Why didn’t you tell me you were in here?” She petted her body a little, probably fishing around for loose change.
Cupid pushed her off. “You just said I didn’t know ya’ll ladies were in here.” She paused. “So get away from me, crazy lady.” She laughed. “You acting like you on some lesbian shit right now.”
She frowned. “Don’t be that way…I know you got something to hold.” Her eye contact was strong. She was probably on something now that was wearing off. “Help me out, baby girl. Please.”
“I don’t have a thing.” Cupid rolled her eyes and continued to play with her phone. “Sorry…maybe I’ll get you next time.”
Kitten sighed. “Well I’m gonna leave you girls alone.” She licked her dry lips and seemed agitated. “So ya’ll want me to pick you up something to eat?”
“No, Kitten, I’m good,” I sighed.
“If you give me a few bucks it’s nothing to run down the street!” She licked her lips again and rubbed her arms. I knew it was just a matter of time before Levine fired Kitten. At least I hoped. She was going down the pipe too hard.
“I know ya’ll like Johnny’s chicken and I don’t mind picking it up.” Her chin rose and she looked over my head and toward my vanity. “All I need is the money.”
“Naw, for real, we good, Kitten,” I said shaking my head. “Go ‘head and see about your dude.”
Seconds later Stephen, the janitor and resident auto mechanic, came in my dressing room and said, “Killer out front for you, Sprinkles.” He said it with an attitude. I don’t think he likes him.
“Tell Killer stop being rude and come see his sister,” Cupid said stuffing her cell into her pocket. “He know he saw my car out front.”
“Aight.” Stephen walked away.
“You love fucking with that boy,” I laughed. “You know Killer hate walking his big ass into this spot unless he got to. We should’ve walked out there. I’m not trying to hear his mouth.”