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stood up, and followed Beijing. Bill was on both their heels as she led him to a spot on the side of the stagewhere he could see the crowd without being spotted. He and Beijing both watched Dazzle perform. She was five foot eight with perfect skin a shade softer than a chocolate Yoohoo. Her blue contact lenses and blue eye makeup sparkled under the ideal condition of light. Proportioned at 36-26-44, her body could drive some men to commit acts they otherwise wouldn’t dream of. Some said she was a gift from a higher power, perhaps stripper heaven.
    Dazzle contorted her thickness into all types of erotic poses. Her flexibility was amazing. The crowd was loving it. “Damn.” Both Beijing and Don looked at each other in amazement.
    Don had a group of horny, sexy, seductive girls preparing to get naked surrounding him crammed into the small space on the side of the platform. Not only the blunt he had smoked but the bass in the song that the DJ was fading into the end of Dazzle’s song had him feeling intoxicated.
    Beijing handed Don the microphone, and he took the stage. Don knew that in a strip club if a person didn’t have a fat ass on that stage, they weren’t going to get any respect. Within five seconds of touching the stage, the DJ used the instrumental of a bass heavy beat to momentarily jolt the crowd to life, forcing the attention of every single person to the stage. Don nodded a couple of times and began to spit with a flow that was a hybrid of Young Jeezy and Jay Z. Don eyed Beijing for approval. She gave him thumbs-up and a reassuring nod—and he ripped the club apart. Every table in the place was empty. All the people in the club were on their feet dancing while a small band of female strippers had surrounded the club for “the take-over,” forcing the fellas to make it rain on them with money. But by the time Don was finished with his performance, he had the club patrons making it thunderstorm with cash.
    As soon as he was off the stage, he had a one-track mind. Don was trying to take a sniff of the powder he had creased in a crisp Franklin before Beijing showed up. He was greeted by Dazzle.
    “You rocked dat shit,” she said, putting her paper bag full of money into her locker and securing the lock.
    “You did yo’ thing too, boo,” he replied, trying to get rid of her so he could take his edge off.
    “I know. Told you I was the best one around these parts. I think I’ll make a nice accessory to your stage performance,” she boldly stated. “Maybe a few videos … I can put together a fresh routine for all of your songs. What do you say?” she asked.
    “You gotta talk to my baby, Beijing. She’s not only my wifey, but she’s the boss too.”
    “I’m going to find your boss lady right now.”
    “And shut the door on your way out.”
    By the end of the night, the girls might have flocked to throw pussy at him like a feline giveaway at the ESPA, but Don wasn’t fazed by any of it. Beijing was his queen, and there was no girl on earth that could fuck with her. But there was a boy running a close second, that went by the name of Heron.
    Don took a sniff of the magic powder, and fell deep into a dope fiend nod.

CHAPTER 6

The Burning Bed
    Over the next few weeks Don was swamped with all kinds of paid gigs. When he wasn’t performing he devoted the rest of his time to putting in work at the studio. Finally Beijing and Don had arranged for a quiet night in to enjoy each other’s company and watch the premiere of Don’s new video.
    “Is there anything else you need before I leave, baby?” Beijing yelled to Don as she wrapped her scarf around her neck and put the strap of her Gucci pocketbook on her shoulder. She was going to get some takeout, maybe some Chinese, and then come back and cuddle up in her boo’s arms, and together they would watch the video. She could not believe the way things had happened for them. He had blown up overnight, he was on everybody who was anybody’s remix, his