$Drake$
jealousy in air tonight I can tell,
I will ever understand that but oh well,
Been ready is real I don't know 'bout you,
She just want to smoke and fuck I tell her girl that all the we do,
Now you talking my language, now you talking my language...
"That was great..come on out so we can play it back." Noah, my producer, said and I finish.
I stepped out the booth after hours of trying to make this song right.
My main focus is to make this album great.
"It sounds good but it could be better," I said as he played it back.
"Man, stop doing that, this shit is hot." Ryan, one of my home boys,came in with a bag on chips.
I laughed. "Damn, I thought you came back with some real food. What the fuck Imma do with this?" I took one out the bag and ate it.
"You're not going to fine too many places open at 11 o'clock at night." Noah chimed back into the conversation.
Ryan tossed the bag on the table. "Actually, there was a diner around the corner that was still open, we could go there."
"Let do it." I said rubbed my hands together.
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Even though it was far, we drove anyway. Good thing to because we seen a few fine ass girls that were making their way out the club and were thirsty too..but not for water. But we took them to the diner as well.
We sat in one of the booth in the back, me, Ryan and the two girls.
"Omg, I can't believe, like, we're with Drake." the girl that was sitting beside Ryan, Kelly, giggled.
"This is like a dream," Vanessa, the other girl who sat beside me, rubbed my arm.
I smiled, looking around for a waitress or something. "It'll get better later."
I ain't going lie, I get what I want. If I want pussy, I fucking get that shit.
❇Riley❇
Finally, after almost a day of unpacking, I'm finally done. My place is a one bedroom apartment on the second floor, in a three story building. I really don't have any furniture but Miss Sharon she trying to help me as much as she can. It has main furniture like a table, coffee table, refrigerator, TV stand, I just have to get everything else.
After I put the dishes in the cabinet, I reached in the box and pulled out my photo album that the home give me before I left. Since I been there so long, it had a lot of pictures in it.
I was startled when I heard a knock at the door. Ms. Sharon told me to never open the door after dark but I have never been the one to hide. I walked to the door and put my ear against the door.
"Who is it?"
"Antwan,"
I opened the door swiftly and there he was, in the actual flesh. "Oh my gosh, look at you!" I hugged him.
Antwan was one of my foster brother from the third family. His family was cruel to me and him except I got away but he had to stay because he was actually related to those people. I was only 8 at the time.
"I told you I would look you up when you got your place. Miss. Sharon told me that you got in the IPL program and she even give me the address." he showed me the paper.
I opened the door wider so he could walk in. "I would offer you a seat but I have no furniture." I said sarcastically.
"Naw, it's cool, how you making a living anyway? Got a job yet?" he closed the door behind him and stood by the door.
I walked to the kitchen area and grabbed a hair tie off the table. "I got one at a diner around the corner but that not until next week."
"I mean, I got somewhere that you could work but it's not a career or anything." he rubbed the back of his head. "You down?"
I thought about it, I mean it would be good to be able to make some extra money. "Where is it?"
"It's this joint around the corner call The PlayPen,"
I looked at him confused. "Isn't that, like, a strip club?"
He nodded. "But it gets the bills paid, plus, I DJ there so I know no one is going to mess with you." he watched me as I crossed my arms. I do need furniture, food, clothes and everything else.
"How do you know he will hire me? Have you seen me?" I stood up and did a twirl.
Antwan bit his lip. "Oh, I see you."
I hit his shoulder. "See you play too much, " I giggled. "When are we going to go?"
"Shit, we can go now if you want. My shift starts in about an hour," he stood up, looking at his phone.
After I changed out of my night clothes and turned off all the lights, we left. We had to be extra quite as we left because even though I was in my own place, I was still watched. The rule is that you can't be out after 10pm and it almost 12am now.
I followed Antwan as he walked on until he stopped at this red Ford Escape. "You got this from DJ-ing at a strip club?"
"Naw, my pops give it to me," he looked at me before driving off.
His father is the one reason I didn't like his family, that sick son of a bitch.
I just turned and looked out the window.
"You know he died like last year," he glanced at me then looked back at the road.
"Hhmp," I sat up straight as we pulled in the parking lot.
The outside of this place looked like a upscale restaurant, except for the neon sign. As I got out the car, I clutched my jacket closed as I walked inside.
"Hey Antwan," this female bartender said as we walked in. "Tom was looking for you,"
"Man, fuck that nigga," he started to walk to the back. "Aye Tay, is Big E here?"
She shrugged as she mixed drinks. "His ass is back there some where,"
I looked around to see women dance on men while on two girls danced on the stage topless. I mean, this is not that new for me because me and my friend use to do the same thing when I first started high school.
"Hey girly," a older looking guy grabbed my coat as I followed behind Antwan. "How about a table dance?" he held up a twenty dollar bill.
Antwan came between me and the guy. "She ain't ready," Then, he pointed to another girl to come over.
I was relieved when we made it to the back of the on the club. I sat a chair in the dressing room while Antwan talked to Big E.
"So you that young girl that Old Tim wanted? He pays good," this girl wearing bikini said to me as she did her make-up. "You new to this?"
I fiddled with my fingers. "Sorta, I did it in high school but the guys were around my age."
"Yeah, I understand but the older guys have that paper, money talks aye!"
I giggled as Antwan came back into view. "Alright Ry, you straight. Kay, can you set her up?" he asked the girl I was talking to, she looked about my age.
"Yeah, I got her." she said as he jetted off. "Okay, there's only about two people you can trust here, and that's me and Theresa, the bartender. If you don't believe me, ask Twan,"
I nodded in agreement.
"Now, let's me find you an outfit and get you a drink, 'cause you gonna need it," she began to walk away. "Also, welcome to the PlayPen,"
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Antwan in the M/M
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