Special Affair

Generosity

Penny for your thoughts,
I know what you want
I can read your mind even from behind
And fuck what's on your phone,
lemme take you home
I wanna take you home
'Cause it's so rare that I'm here,
don't plan on staying too long
So you should come here,
sit your ass on this throne
This is a special Affair,
better act like you know who I am,
who I am

Karla Camila Cabello is considered a regular at the strip club, Tira. The employees no longer question why someone of her status enter the rundown hell hole. She walks in at exactly eleven o' clock with her body guards in tow. It's the exact time Melanin Cheeks comes out on stage to perform.

Her fascination with one of many strippers employed there caught the attention of the club's owner. He offered a personal show on Melanin's behalf to Camila and she would have accepted the offer if it weren't so demeaning to hand her off like a piece of meat. Melanin wasn't a prize to be handed off and did not deserve to be treated as if she is. Another underlying reason being, Camila's inability to hold a conversation with anyone she wasn't completing a business transaction with. Sure, she's spoken to women to persuade them into rousing in the bedroom with her, but this was different. Melanin is different.

A habit she has picked up is coming to the club for several months just to see her. She will be mine. Camila vowed internally whenever the thought of anyone but her having Melanin entered her mind. She downed the rest of her alcoholic beverage then leaned her elbow on the table and waved her index and middle finger.

One of her two bodyguards, Colson, nodded his head and walked up to the owner of the strip joint, Gerald Earl Gillum. He roughly grabbed his shoulder, spun him around, and pushed him in Camila's direction. The usually intimidating man stammered, nearly tipping the circular table, she sat at, over. Camila sneered, slamming her palm on the tabletop to steady it. Gerald opened his mouth to tell the bodyguard off only for his mouth to snap shut as he realized who he was in the company of.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, Camila wanted to laugh when the man cowered in fear from her glare alone. "Let me see her." Nothing else needed to be said. He knew who she meant.

He rubbed his palms against the front of his pants. "She's-She is um... going out on stage in less than two minutes, maybe we can—

Camila's growl of annoyance resembled one of a wild animal, her chair flew backward as she stood to her feet. "I don't give a single fuck about you or the shitty business you're running here," She took a wide step so that they were face to face well forehead to chin. It was quite the hilarious sight to see someone her height intimidating a man a foot taller than her. "So, unless you want this place to be ashes by morning, I suggest you listen to me to keep a roof over your head." She placed a palm on his shoulder and shoved him to the ground with minimum effort. Gerald scrambled to his feet and managed to get to Melanin in time just as she began to make her way up the stairs that led to the stage.

Camila scowled and sat down in her chair the bodyguard picked up from the ground. "I don't want him trying any shit, tell her that I would prefer if, she had something she is most comfortable in and if she doesn't have anything we will provide her with some clothing." She gestured towards her one of two bodyguards, Shawn. The suit he wore made him look like a shrimp. Which is exactly why Camila hired him.

Shawn nodded before walking up to the pair. He noted how angered they both seem, Melanin kept glancing at his boss every chance that she got with her eyebrows furrowed. It was clear though that what Gerald was telling her bothered her more than his boss suddenly summoning her.

"If you fuck this up for either of us, I swear, I'll–"

"You'll what?" Shawn asked, his hands intertwined behind his back. Both of their heads snapped in his direction. Neither of them had heard or noticed him beforehand. "Back away from her. I assure you, Ms.Cabello will burn this place down because of her hot–"