Let me tell you! Some shit had popped off between two niggas, and before anybody knew it shots were fired. That shit was so nuts. It was all over First 48.”
Cameron’s mouth fell open in shock. “Swear?”
“They had no choice but to close shop. But to keep it real, it wasn’t shaking all like that anyway after you left. Business had started dwindling after this new joint opened up down by the Flats last year. They damn near put every strip club out of business. Hell, Larry Flynt’s ain’t even fucking with that joint.”
Cameron’s interest was now piqued. “You up there?”
“Bitch, five days a week like that mothafucka going out of style. I make so much money there it’s crazy.”
“It sounds like I need to come through,” Cameron said. “I could use the extra cash.”
Juicy gave Cam a skeptical look. “You can… but… shit ain’t the same, Hypnotic. If you trying to get back on that pole, let me be the first to tell you the game done changed.”
“How so?” Cameron asked curiously.
“Well, for starters. A lot of the old niggas with money in jail,” she explained. “And nowadays strippers is building their clientele through networking on social media. So if you ain’t gotta Instagram page, I suggest you get to making one. Get ya follow game up, ‘cuz niggas is picking status over stature.”
“Damn. I never been into that whole social media hype.”
“Well, you better get with it if you talking about coming out of retirement. ‘Cuz the niggas that come to where I work don’t give a fuck how cute you might think you are. They want the bitch that all the niggas want. And all the niggas want whoever’s the prominent on social media.”
“That shit sounds so childish,” Cam laughed shaking her head.
“It may be… but this money mature as fuck.” Juicy pointed to Cameron’s empty hands. “And I don’t see ya ass toting no shopping bags. What’s stopping you?”
Cameron stalled with a response.
“ Mmhmm. That’s what I thought,” Juicy said. “Come on. Let’s get something to eat at the food court. I can help you set up a page and shout you out. After today, niggas gon’ know Hypnotic is back and better than ever.”
12
After Briana and Tara had scared off Roxie, Magyc had no other choice but to console his jealous and enraged companion. Tara trailed close behind as she listened to the two argue.
“Average ass bitch! Nigga, I swear you be trying me with these mediocre ass hoes!”
Pedestrians stopped and stared at the couple as they left the restaurant. Valet wasted no time bringing Magyc’s Roadster to the front.
“Man, shut that vain shit up and get in the mufuckin’ car, Bri.”
“But I rode with Ta—”
“Get in the car!” he demanded. Briana had his blood pressure high because of her bullshit. He hated to draw unnecessary attention to himself, but she seemed to thrive off of it.
Briana stopped at his passenger door and turned towards Tara. “I’ll call you later, a'ight.” After bidding her girl farewell, she climbed inside Magyc’s ride and secured her seatbelt. Deep down inside, she was glad to be leaving with him. That was all she really wanted in the end anyway.
“Man, yo’ ass can’t be carryin’ on and shit like we married,” he said, pulling off. “I fuck with you, Bri. You know I do, but neither one of us are obligated.”
Briana sucked her teeth and blew a raspberry after his statement. “So you just been fucking me for two whole years with no strings attached?” the 20-year old asked. “Nigga, you sound stupid.”
“Watch ya fuckin’ mouth,” Magyc warned her. “And I been fuckin’ you for two years with no titles. There’s a big difference. I care about you, Bri. But you done bucked at three of my home girls. You can’t be spazzin’ out every time you see me with another woman.”
“Oh, but you can trip whenever I decide to entertain a new nigga? You’s a fucking hypocrite, Magyc.”
“That’s
Cameron’s mouth fell open in shock. “Swear?”
“They had no choice but to close shop. But to keep it real, it wasn’t shaking all like that anyway after you left. Business had started dwindling after this new joint opened up down by the Flats last year. They damn near put every strip club out of business. Hell, Larry Flynt’s ain’t even fucking with that joint.”
Cameron’s interest was now piqued. “You up there?”
“Bitch, five days a week like that mothafucka going out of style. I make so much money there it’s crazy.”
“It sounds like I need to come through,” Cameron said. “I could use the extra cash.”
Juicy gave Cam a skeptical look. “You can… but… shit ain’t the same, Hypnotic. If you trying to get back on that pole, let me be the first to tell you the game done changed.”
“How so?” Cameron asked curiously.
“Well, for starters. A lot of the old niggas with money in jail,” she explained. “And nowadays strippers is building their clientele through networking on social media. So if you ain’t gotta Instagram page, I suggest you get to making one. Get ya follow game up, ‘cuz niggas is picking status over stature.”
“Damn. I never been into that whole social media hype.”
“Well, you better get with it if you talking about coming out of retirement. ‘Cuz the niggas that come to where I work don’t give a fuck how cute you might think you are. They want the bitch that all the niggas want. And all the niggas want whoever’s the prominent on social media.”
“That shit sounds so childish,” Cam laughed shaking her head.
“It may be… but this money mature as fuck.” Juicy pointed to Cameron’s empty hands. “And I don’t see ya ass toting no shopping bags. What’s stopping you?”
Cameron stalled with a response.
“ Mmhmm. That’s what I thought,” Juicy said. “Come on. Let’s get something to eat at the food court. I can help you set up a page and shout you out. After today, niggas gon’ know Hypnotic is back and better than ever.”
12
After Briana and Tara had scared off Roxie, Magyc had no other choice but to console his jealous and enraged companion. Tara trailed close behind as she listened to the two argue.
“Average ass bitch! Nigga, I swear you be trying me with these mediocre ass hoes!”
Pedestrians stopped and stared at the couple as they left the restaurant. Valet wasted no time bringing Magyc’s Roadster to the front.
“Man, shut that vain shit up and get in the mufuckin’ car, Bri.”
“But I rode with Ta—”
“Get in the car!” he demanded. Briana had his blood pressure high because of her bullshit. He hated to draw unnecessary attention to himself, but she seemed to thrive off of it.
Briana stopped at his passenger door and turned towards Tara. “I’ll call you later, a'ight.” After bidding her girl farewell, she climbed inside Magyc’s ride and secured her seatbelt. Deep down inside, she was glad to be leaving with him. That was all she really wanted in the end anyway.
“Man, yo’ ass can’t be carryin’ on and shit like we married,” he said, pulling off. “I fuck with you, Bri. You know I do, but neither one of us are obligated.”
Briana sucked her teeth and blew a raspberry after his statement. “So you just been fucking me for two whole years with no strings attached?” the 20-year old asked. “Nigga, you sound stupid.”
“Watch ya fuckin’ mouth,” Magyc warned her. “And I been fuckin’ you for two years with no titles. There’s a big difference. I care about you, Bri. But you done bucked at three of my home girls. You can’t be spazzin’ out every time you see me with another woman.”
“Oh, but you can trip whenever I decide to entertain a new nigga? You’s a fucking hypocrite, Magyc.”
“That’s
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