I groaned and rolled over, still feeling the effects of last night's alcohol. I noticed that the screen of my iphone was lighting up continuosuly, signaling that I had either a missed call, or text. I sat up and swiped the screen, unlocking it. August had sent me a text last night, giving me the directions as to where I was supposed to meet him.
Shit.
I'd completely forgotten that I was supposed to be meeting him. I jumped up, immediately running to the bathroom and adjusting the water of the shower. Within 45 minutes, I was showered, my teeth were brushed, and I was dressed. I had no idea how I should dress for a traphouse meeting...sweats? Or was I supposed to dress up? Noting that I was already fifteen minutes late, I settled on a simple Ulla Johnson Elta jumpsuit, pairing it with a pair of Antik Batik beaded sandals. Since I was running on such short timing, I quickly threw my hair into a large high bun before grabbing all of my necessities and hittin' the door. While riding on the elevator to the lobby, I dug out my compact mirror, applying both eye liner and mascara. By the time the doors opened, I had already applied lip gloss to my lips and placed my Marc Jacobs' rimmless glasses onto my face. I damn near ran to the valet to recieve my car. I appreciated the serrvices, but when I was in a rush, it only seemed to irritate me. I tapped my foot impatiently as the young valet smoothly drove my car to the entrance and placed the gear into park. I basically lived in a gated community, so I knew that I couldn't get too ally over how slow he was taking. He smiled at me as I validated parking before snatching my keys from him and hurrying to the drivers' seat.
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
I knew August was gonna be pissed. He hadn't even bothered to call and cuss me out yet. I'd done so much begging and shit to get in on the business, and here I was, running late. My face contorted as I remembered last night's events. I became re-pissed over the fact that he'd bassically treated me as if I were nothing more than a teenager that had gotten caught sneaking out of the house. I turned the music volume up, making sure i'd plugged the address he'd texted me into my gps. Within 20 minutes, I arrived at a large platinum gate. I wrinkled my eyebrows together in confusion, lowering the volume of my radio. Wasn't I supposed to be going to a trap house...in the middle of nowhere? Before I could press the intercom button, my phone began to go off. Assuming that it was August, I rolled my eyes answering with an attitude.
"What?!"
"Well, hello to you, too."
My face softened as I heard Kayla, one of my best friends since freshmen year. She wasn't always around, due to the fact that she was an aspiring model. She was constantly out of town for photo shoots and events, but when she was home, we chilled often.
"Girl, my bad. I thought you were August's crazy ass."
I heard shuffling before she responded. "What he do this time."
I chuckled and shook my head. "That's a long ass story, that I plan on sharing on Saturday." Saturday nights were always our 'girl times.' All of us would meet up at one person's house and drink, gossip, and lounge around make-up and men free.
"Well, I was just calling to say that I came back into town early, and got invited to this event at some club. I figured i'd call all of y'all up for a night out on the town."
I thought about the previous night, and how I hadn't been able to enjoy myself because of August's jealous ass.
"You know i'm down. But I gotta go, so just give me the add alongs later."
After hanging up with Kayla, I took a deep breath and pressed the button. To my surprise, a voice instantly came across.
"How may I help you?"
I could tell that an elderly white man was speaking, which surprised me. I cleared my throat.
"Umm...I'm here for August? Is this the correct address?"
I didn't know any other way to address the situation. I was officially convinced that I was trespassing on some old ass, white billionaire's estate. I turned to my right and noticed that a security camera was positioned near the neatly trimmed hedges. What the fuck? There was a slight moment of silence before the voice returned.
"May I ask who is speaking?"
I rolled my eyes. I knew August was one, if not the, most notorious kingpins in all of the south, but this was just so....extra.
"Cami..."
I didn't bother stating my last name. If I did have the wrong address, I didn't need my government name being advertised all over the place. After about 5 minutes of waiting, I was highly irritated. Just as I put the car in gear to reverse, the large gate opened. Putting the car in drive, I slowly pulled in. I saw that almost immediately as I did so, the gate closed once again. I came to a halt when I noticed a middle-aged white man walking towards me. I squinted at him through my shades.
"Ms. Camille."
I almost apologizd for having the wrong house, but paused when I realized he'd called me by my name.
"How do you know my name?"
He gave me a slight smile.
"Anthony has been expecting you. You can just pull into the driveway up there."
I nodded in confusion before driving off and rolling my window up. It seemed as if it took me 6 minutes alone to drive from the gate to wherever in the hell I was supposed to be going. I slammed on the brakes and gripped the steering wheel as I came face to face with a damn near mansion, thankful that I hadn't worn sweats and uggs. I was used to only the finest, but I never expected this from a drug trafficking entitlement. I briefly wondered why we were always at my place....I mean, this shit was damn near the same size as my parents' estate. At least we'd have more rooms to argue in.
What the fuck?
Taking my keys outta the ignition, I opened the car door before stepping out. The driveway was large enough to hold a various amount of cars. I counted seven, excluding my own.
Bentley, Aston Martin, Audi, Range Rover, Me-
My thoughts were interrupted as August opened the door of the large home, with a mug on his face. I rolled my eyes beneath my shades. I felt bad that I was late, but I wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction. I was still slightly pissed from the previous night, and I was wearing my attitude proudly, despite the fact that I was almost an hour late.
"Oh, so you finally decided to show up na?"
I sucked my teeth and began climbing the steps.
"Well, excuse the fuck outta me for-"
He grabbed me roughly by my arm, causing for me to skip up the remaining three steps.
"Don't come wit that bullshit today, Camille. You knew ya ass was sposed to be here at a certain time. I got shit to do."
I was silent, cause despite the fact I was tryna play hard, his aggression was turning me out. I snatched my arm away and fixed my romper before pushing my glasses up onto my head.
"Aight, damn. I'm sorry."
He side-glanced at me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pecked his lips. I gently took his plump bottom lip with my teeth, tugging at it. After grabbing a hand full of my ass, he roughly slapped it and pulled away.
"Yo ass still ain't off tha hook."
He turned around, and I shook my head before following him into the foyer of the big ass house. I looked around, surprised that the place was so nicely decorated. There were two seperated grand stair cases, leading to only God knows how many rooms. August continued to walk deeper into the house, leading me to a set of stairs that spiraled in a descending fashion.
"How many rooms are in here?"
He continued down the staircase, throwing a nonchalant "16" over his shoulder. I briefly wondered what he could possibly do with so many rooms. I rose my eyebrow as we entered a room full of females....all either naked, or half so. I glanced at August, who was surveying the work. There were about ten different stations, and eat each, a female was either packaging, dividing, measuring, or cooking a drug of some sort. I wasn't really familiar with the substances, but I knew i'd be up to par in no time.
"Aight, everybody."
All at once, the actions ceased, and all eyes were on August. It was apparent that he held all the authority.
"This Camille. She new to this shit, so imma need y'all to get ha to work. Imma be back in a lil while to check up on y'all."
I smiled and gave a slight wave. A few girls returned the gesture, and some ignored me, sayin' slick shit under their breath. I glanced around, taking in the surroundings. I noticed Black sitting in a corner, smoking a blunt.
"Aye nigga, make sure y'all check this shit before it leave this room."
Black nodded his head. August bent down to my ear, saying some freaky shit that caused me to smile, before walking his lanky ass out of the room. I turned back to the girls, who had gotten back to work. I immediately recognzied that bitch who'd tried me in Val's salon the other day. She rolled her eyes at me, and started talking shit.
"What, you gotta follow Ant's every move now?"
I knew that August made it imperative that everyone refer to him as either Ant, or Anthony. I turned my head to her, smirking.
"Oh, neva that, sweetie. He asked me to come here. Unlike you, I don't need to follow a man's orders in order to get paid."
"Bitc-"
Black stood up, dabbing his blunt down.
"Aye, chill, and get yo ass back to work. You ruining my high and shit."
He then walked up to me, giving me dap. I smiled as Mallorie rolled her eyes and returned to whatever she had been doing.
"What's up, C? Yungin' finally let yo bougie ass come through?"
I sucked my teeth at him playfully.
"Man, shut up. I'm far from bougie."
He chuckled and called one of the other females over.
"Show Camille wassup, aight?"
The girl nodded before taking my hand and leading me upstairs.
"I'm Asia."
I walked alongside her as she stuck her hand out for me to shake. She was a pretty dark skinned girl with natural hair that stood out in perfect curls around her face. I took it, smiling.
"Camille."
She nodded, grinning. "Everybody knows who you are. Ant called a meeting about you coming yesterday."
I nodded, my confusion evident. I followed her up one of the two grand staircases, and down a long ass unecessary hallway. We entered a room that was nearly completely furnished in pink. I looked around in awe.
"I like the color pink."
She appeared amused with my amazement. My head snapped towards her.
"You live here?"
She nodded, disappearing into a large walk in closet.
"Yeah, pretty much all of us do. Only Tae and Alana live on their own."
I guess that explained why they were called 'house' girls. I shook my head.
"So what goes down here?"
She returned with a piece of paper in her hand, along with a t-shirt. I watched as she slid the shirt over her bra, before adjusting her laced underwear.
"Well, we handle the light work...pretty much what you saw down stairs. On occasion, we do anything else that needs to be done; whether it be seducing some nigga that failed to pay his dues, or promoting at the club. Some of us venture out and do nigga like work."
She paused as we laughed at her referral to the men's jobs.
"Like slangin', or even handlin slip-ups."
She didn't hae to go any further into depth...I knew exactly what she meant. Killing. Gio fit the second category. She was a straight tomboy, so I was sure I wouldn't catch her ass downstairs naked and cooking crack. She handed me the paper she had been holding. I turned it over, and rolled my eyes. No this nigga didn't have a pamphlet. Asia sat next to me on the bed with her legs folded.
"Ant makes sure he has a schedule planned out for us. I mean, we're free to do shit on our own time, but we have certain rules we have to abide by."
I let my eyes scan over the schedule. I saw that he recommended at least 2 hours of fitness every day. Typical August. There were also other obligations, that I chose to skip over, not feeling as if any applied to me since I didn't plan on staying at the house.
"So why are you tryna get into this?"
I glanced up at Asia before shrugging. "I need the money."
That lie couldn't have even fooled the nearest stranger. She laughed and stood.
"Yeah, okay. Girl, you wearin' a pair of $800.00 shades, you ain't foolin' nobody."
I laughd along with her and sat the paper onto her bed. She began showing me around the house, explaining more and more about the lifestyle to me. I let my thoughts consume me as she continued to talk.
August had never any attempted to express the fact to me that he lived in a house with at least 13 other bitches. There was no telling how many he'd slept with. I felt my stomach turn in disgust at the thought.
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By the end of Asia's tour, I was exhausted. She'd told me that I would learn the basics of drug preparation tomorrow. I made my way to August's office. During the little tour, Asia had told me what it was, but refused to open the door in fear of disturbing whatever he had going on. By this point, I was over the little club scene from last night, and was ready for the make-up process. I gently knocked twice before opening the door and stepping inside. August looked up, ready to go off. He sucked his teeth when he realized that it was me. I smirked at how cute he looked with his face buried in papers. He sat his pen down and sat back in his chair.
"Don't you see me doin business, ma?"
I grinned and went and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Aww, you're so cute when you're working. You look all sophisticated and what not."
He chuckled and relaxed into his seat, placing his hands on my thighs.
"How you feel bout it? Asia treat you right?"
I nodded and sighed. "Yeah, she was real. She's gonna teach me the basics tomorrow."
He nodded and played with the belt on my romper.
"That's wassup."
I figured now was a good time to bring up what had been bugging me since I arrived. He began undoing my belt as I spoke.
"August, why didn't you tell me you basically lived with a house full of females?"
He continued to kiss at my neck. "Cause that ain't important. You know what it is."
I stopped him, looking dead into his eyes. My voice carried a hint of attitude.
"No, I don't know what it is. Care to explain that to me?"
He sucked his teeth and sat back again.
"Man, don't start with that shit, Camille."
I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.
"You not gon' have me in here lookin' like no fool while you fuckin' around wit these other girls, August."
He lifted me off of him, aggravated.
"You need to watch ya fuckin mouth."
I bit my lip and removed my romper before straddling him once again. I could tell he was aggravated. He wouldn't even make eye contact with me. I gently nibbled on his neck, grinding myself against his groin. I knew I had him when he gripped onto my waist. I bent down once again sucking at his neck while undoing first his belt and then pants.
"Just promise me you gon' stop fucking around wit these other chicks."
He continued to grip my waist with hooded eyes, attempting to slide my panties off.
"Aight, ma."
I ceased everything that I was doing, staring at him.
"No, say it, August."
He hesitated for a minute before sighing and repeating what i'd said.
"Imma stop fuckin round wit otha broads."
I smiled in satisfaction before sliding my under wear to the side and placing him inside of me.
A/N: What do you guys think? Is August gonna uphold his promise? Should Camille reconsider going out for a 'night on the town?' Should she reconsider becoming apart of the business? I've been typing this shit all day so the ending was just kinda rushed and frantic lol. I hope it's alright.
Kayla is in the multimedia. Mack's gonna be in the next chapter again, and he's gonna cause some drama. Also, Kayla is played by @princess3238. She's gonna be in the next chapter, too.
August's house is in the external link.