her apron. “Thanks a lot.” She disappeared to the other side of the room. She told the women what Q said. Both women waved and smiled.
Q held his cool and winked.
The two women walked over to the table and introduced themselves. The lighter skinned woman offered her hand. “Hi. My name is Summer and this is my friend Tonya.”
Q held her hand for a long time. He looked at her face and realized Country was right. This was Tommy’s girlfriend. Damn. This bitch is bad , he thought.
“I’m Quentin, and this is my boy, Country.”
Country smiled at Tonya but she turned her head.
“Have a seat,” Q offered.
When Summer sat down, she crossed her legs, and Q couldn’t help but stare. He wondered how in the hell did a fat ass like Tommy have a woman like this. Then he realized it had to be the money. His mission was to show them that Q had money too. He held his platinum Rolex watch up for a long time, wanting everybody to look at it, before finally saying, “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
“It’s only six,” Tonya said.
“It’s late for me because I’ve been working all morning.”
Summer smiled then asked. “What is that you do?”
“Music business.”
“Rapper?”
“No, executive. I have two artists and I just inked a multi-million dollar distribution deal.”
“With who?” Tonya asked.
Q looked at her with suspicion. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing. He knew a lot of those groupie gold-digging chicks knew about music and record companies. “I don’t understand your question.” Q stalled for time.
“Who is your distribution deal with?”
“Hood America Records—a subsidiary of Virgin.”
Tonya shook her head. Her face said she didn’t believe him but she simply said, “Impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“So can we be in a video?” Summer asked.
Q’s mind went straight to the gutter. Oh yeah you definitely can be in my video , he thought, as he pictured himself sexing her from behind with his video camera going.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Q asked Summer.
Summer shrugged her shoulders. “Kind of.”
“How can you kind of have a boyfriend?”
Summer put her hands over his lips. “Shhh. Let’s not talk about him.”
“Fine with me.”
Country turned to Tonya who was looking like she was bored.
“So what ya’ll got planned for the evening?”
Summer toyed with her hair then wrapped her full lips around the straw in the margarita glass. Q’s dick stiffened as he thought of her giving him head.
“Nothing; we’re just chillin’…having a few drinks.” “Where are you from?” Q asked.
She smiled. “Texas…but I have been here for about four years.”
“I can tell you weren’t from here.”
She frowned. “What you trying to say? I’m country? This ain’t hardly the city.”
“No I ain’t trying to say you country. Calm you nerves. I’m just saying you sound different.” Q massaged her hands and looked into her eyes. “I like it actually.”
Tonya turned and laughed. “She don’t like nobody calling Texas the country.”
Q strategically placed his hands on the table so the women could look at his canary yellow diamond ring, then he faced Tonya, who was looking down at the table. “So, you feeling my man Country? Because he was the one that spotted ya’ll… particularly you.”
“Why can’t he talk for himself?” Tonya asked.
Country had always been kind of clumsy around women. Q was the ladies’ man. He had the talk and the game. He had always been responsible for Country’s girlfriends. Country wasn’t an ugly guy, but he had no talk… no game, and women didn’t like the fact that his conversation was whack.
Q smiled and then pulled his Versace sunglasses from his pocket and placed them over his eyes. Again, this was done purposely. He knew they wanted getting-money type niggas. “My boy has his mind on his paper, that’s all.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” Summer said.
“I can talk for myself,” Country finally said.
“Do you like
Q held his cool and winked.
The two women walked over to the table and introduced themselves. The lighter skinned woman offered her hand. “Hi. My name is Summer and this is my friend Tonya.”
Q held her hand for a long time. He looked at her face and realized Country was right. This was Tommy’s girlfriend. Damn. This bitch is bad , he thought.
“I’m Quentin, and this is my boy, Country.”
Country smiled at Tonya but she turned her head.
“Have a seat,” Q offered.
When Summer sat down, she crossed her legs, and Q couldn’t help but stare. He wondered how in the hell did a fat ass like Tommy have a woman like this. Then he realized it had to be the money. His mission was to show them that Q had money too. He held his platinum Rolex watch up for a long time, wanting everybody to look at it, before finally saying, “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
“It’s only six,” Tonya said.
“It’s late for me because I’ve been working all morning.”
Summer smiled then asked. “What is that you do?”
“Music business.”
“Rapper?”
“No, executive. I have two artists and I just inked a multi-million dollar distribution deal.”
“With who?” Tonya asked.
Q looked at her with suspicion. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing. He knew a lot of those groupie gold-digging chicks knew about music and record companies. “I don’t understand your question.” Q stalled for time.
“Who is your distribution deal with?”
“Hood America Records—a subsidiary of Virgin.”
Tonya shook her head. Her face said she didn’t believe him but she simply said, “Impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“So can we be in a video?” Summer asked.
Q’s mind went straight to the gutter. Oh yeah you definitely can be in my video , he thought, as he pictured himself sexing her from behind with his video camera going.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Q asked Summer.
Summer shrugged her shoulders. “Kind of.”
“How can you kind of have a boyfriend?”
Summer put her hands over his lips. “Shhh. Let’s not talk about him.”
“Fine with me.”
Country turned to Tonya who was looking like she was bored.
“So what ya’ll got planned for the evening?”
Summer toyed with her hair then wrapped her full lips around the straw in the margarita glass. Q’s dick stiffened as he thought of her giving him head.
“Nothing; we’re just chillin’…having a few drinks.” “Where are you from?” Q asked.
She smiled. “Texas…but I have been here for about four years.”
“I can tell you weren’t from here.”
She frowned. “What you trying to say? I’m country? This ain’t hardly the city.”
“No I ain’t trying to say you country. Calm you nerves. I’m just saying you sound different.” Q massaged her hands and looked into her eyes. “I like it actually.”
Tonya turned and laughed. “She don’t like nobody calling Texas the country.”
Q strategically placed his hands on the table so the women could look at his canary yellow diamond ring, then he faced Tonya, who was looking down at the table. “So, you feeling my man Country? Because he was the one that spotted ya’ll… particularly you.”
“Why can’t he talk for himself?” Tonya asked.
Country had always been kind of clumsy around women. Q was the ladies’ man. He had the talk and the game. He had always been responsible for Country’s girlfriends. Country wasn’t an ugly guy, but he had no talk… no game, and women didn’t like the fact that his conversation was whack.
Q smiled and then pulled his Versace sunglasses from his pocket and placed them over his eyes. Again, this was done purposely. He knew they wanted getting-money type niggas. “My boy has his mind on his paper, that’s all.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” Summer said.
“I can talk for myself,” Country finally said.
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