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I rewrote the first chapter into a regular reading style. i really need feedback so i can fix things up. once again, this is my first story so excuse me if it sounds a bit dull lol




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pleeeease give me feedback. i decided to post it again :)

also, if there are grammatical errors, i apologize in advance.




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“Here. Wear this” one of my best friends Alicia demanded, directly after tossing a short red dress my way. We were both getting mentally exhausted from searching for the perfect dress to wear to this infamous club on West 16th Street in Manhattan. According to her, celebrities like Jay-Z, Kanye West, and Pharrell were known to make appearances. So I decided to give this whole club thing a shot since it’s my 21st birthday and all. So far, we’ve been through about ten different dresses and this was going to be the eleventh. Somehow, I’ve come to hate everything in my closet. On any other given day, it probably would have taken me just a few seconds to find something I like.

“If I don’t find something within the next thirty minutes, I’m not going out.”, I sighed, leaning against the wall beside my closet door. Alicia lifted herself off of the bed and walked over to where I was standing. “You look amazing in this dress…you just don’t wanna wear it because you think it’s too short.”

“That’s because it is!” I exclaimed. “I refuse to go out somewhere, having to pull my skirt down every two seconds”.

“How the hell are you supposed to find a man with everything covered up, Keyshia?”, she responded while picking up the previously thrown red dress and handing it to me.

“Who said I was going to be searching for a man?” I crossed my hands over my chest, glaring at her and awaiting an answer.

“We’re going to a VIP club in Manhattan. Why wouldn’t you want to find a man?” She looked at me as if she didn’t understand why I thought like that. “Every man up in that place is gonna be stacked.”

My eyes instantly rolled at her. Alicia has always been stuck on finding a man with money. That’s one of the main reasons why she moved from a small town in North Carolina to New York. She’s been hoping to either meet a celebrity or a wealthy businessman that’s a sucker for her so called “moves”. Obviously, she hasn’t had any luck so far. She’s been to this club a few times and makes it a habit to visit all of the well known “celebrity spotting sites”. Who knows? Maybe she’ll get lucky one day.

I tried not to sound irritated. That was not what I wanted to do, run after some rich, stuck up guy that throws money around like it’s toilet paper!

“I’m not going to a club to find a man”, I replied patiently. “And I hope you and Lauran aren’t going there just for that.”

“No, of course not!” Alicia grinned. I know she was being sarcastic and I knew exactly what she had in mind.

“Yeah, right”, I replied. Why was I even arguing with her? We both know I would eventually give in.

“Girl, why would we save up all of this money to leave you alone? Speaking of money, remember…we have to walk in there like we have it”.

I rolled my eyes once again. I mean, really? Why can’t we simply go to have a good time? It always has to be some kind of plan with her.

“I’m not posing as some rich floozy.” I protested.

“Alright, then. Go there and act all ghetto fabulous. See just how far we get. All the men are going to assume we’re these sleazy prostitutes.”

“Since when have I ever acted ghetto?!” I asked, feeling pretty offended by her statement. “And what makes you think we’re going to be looking like prostitutes?”

She replied with a sigh. “Because I’ve been there before and it happened to me. So trust me on this.”

“Okay…whatever. Let’s get this over with”.

“…..Ready to get fucked up?”, she replied with a laugh.

“Sure.”

 

After taking a long hot bath, I stepped out and wrapped a crème colored towel around myself and sat on the edge of my queen sized bed.

Celebrity news was on and I took a second to look at it. All of them are filthy rich. I don’t understand how most of the stars barely do anything and make millions more than people who actually have real jobs.

Both of my parents died in the Iraq War, losing their life for our country. The people on TV basically shake their asses and boom there’s a million dollars waiting in their bank accounts. That makes absolutely no sense to me. Why? Because it seems like they have a false sense of reality.

That is probably the only reason why I have such an issue with going to this club. Most likely, there are going to be quite a few celebrities there. Great.

I stared into the long vertical mirror that is attached to the back of my bedroom door, checking myself out. I had already squeezed myself into the skin tight dress Alicia had picked out for me. The dress had a deep “V” pattern, exposing my chest quite a bit. My hair looked the same as usual, straight and permed. I never really did anything to it because I’m pretty low maintenance and I like to keep things simple. A sudden thought of getting breast implants came up, but I laughed it off as quickly as it came up. My hips made up for the lack of breasts…even though I’m barely a size seven.

An hour later and I was fully dressed, red lipstick and everything. I looked damn good…but ready for this night to be over with.

I called the girls and the three of us met at the closest Metro Station. It took us approximately an hour to reach Grand Central Station.

Walking outside into the night, I was amazed by the city lights of Manhattan. The buildings and advertisements looked so beautiful and bright. Times Square was, without a doubt, simply amazing! Every time I came into the city, my reaction has always been the same.

The only thing that bothers me about coming here is the pushing and shoving. If you stand in the same spot for more than a couple of seconds, you are destined to be pushed out of the way. I was especially irritated because it’s the middle of December and twenty something degrees.

We eventually found the nightclub and stood in the line to get in. Limos began to roll up and there was even a red carpet. I felt pretty special…that was until I noticed we were in line with a bunch of fans and other middle class people.

“What the hell is this?!”, I yelled over the noise, directing my anger at Alicia. She looked at me, with a confused expression.

“What is what?”

“Why are we waiting in the line? I thought we had some sort of pass.”

“This is a cover up….follow me.”, she replied, turning around and walking towards a secluded alley beside the club.

 Lauran and I followed behind her, puzzled. She led us to a side door, completely free of any other people. A security guard was standing there with a walkie talkie in his left hand. I was immediately intimidated by his presence. Standing over 6’5, he looked to weigh about 350 pounds. Something didn’t seem to be right…

“Hey baby.” Alicia spoke first, but I didn’t expect those words to come out of her mouth. How in the hell did she know this man?

“Alicia baby. What are you doing here?” The guard finally said with a deep voice, recognizing her.

“Remember…I told you about my friend’s birthday?”

“Yeah…and?”

“We have our cut of the money.”

The big, burly guard checked each of us out and let out a groan when he looked at me.

“It’s a full house tonight. I might need a little something extra.” he replied, grabbing Alicia and slipping his huge black hand under her tight black dress.

Alicia moaned and looked into his eyes “Is that what you want?”

I lifted my right eyebrow with a shocked expression on my face. Lauran, my other best friend, carried the same expression as me. We both wanted to know what the hell was going on.

“You ladies can go ahead and go in. Me and your friend have to talk.”, the guard grunted, not looking at us but instead, at Alicia with lust in his eyes.

I looked at Alicia, worried. “Are you going to be okay? I’m not leaving you out here with someone we barely know.”

“Yeah. It’s your birthday! Go in and have fun…I’ll be right in.”, she promised with an unconvincing smile spread across her face.

“Okay…we’ll be waiting for you.”

I scowled at the guard and walked in behind Lauran. Alicia was basically having sex with him just so we could get in. Sacrifices.

As soon as we stepped in, the heat hit us. I wanted to take my peacoat off as soon as possible. The guard was right. It was a full house. All I could really see was smoke and lots of unrecognizable bodies. The smell wasn’t all that pleasant; alcohol, cigarette smoke, and sweat. You would think it’d smell a lot cleaner since celebrities were supposed to be here. 

We made our way deeper into the club and noticed that there were different parts to it. There was a dance floor, a lounge, a bar area, and a few private rooms with curtains. I guess we walked in on the midst of the dance floor. No wonder it reeked.

The impact of Lauran’s hand to my shoulder knocked me out of my trance. She was trying to get my attention.

“What?”, I answered, suddenly annoyed.

“Oh my God Keyshia….oh my God!!!”, she screamed.

“What the hell is wrong with you girl?”, I yelled over the music

“There’s…there’s Drake”, she squealed pointing towards the direction in which the rapper was standing, casually conversing with a few people. I grabbed her arm and jerked her back, stopping her from running over to him.

“Get it together girl! Stop it. You’re going to get us kicked out. We’re supposed to act like we know these people.”

“But I don’t! Look at him…he’s so sexy…”, she replied, looking as if she would lose her mind if she didn’t get a chance to meet him.

Immediately after I finished saying what I had to say, she let out yet another loud squeal, unable to control herself.

“Oh my God. He’s coming. Keyshia, he’s coming over!”

“Hello ladies” Drake greeted us with a calm, relaxing voice.

“Hey!!”, Lauran, being the first to speak, looked like she was about to burst.

“I don’t believe I’ve met you before. Names?”

“My name’s Keyshia”, I replied.

“And my name’s Lauran…Lauran Ayers”, Lauran rushed in, nearly interrupting me.

Drake smiled a really wide smiled and kissed the back of our hands. “Nice to meet you. I’m going to be performing a song here. It’s nice to see some black people up in here, ya feel me?” He laughed and walked away.

Lauran, not catching on to the last bit of his sentence, let out all of the screams she held in. “OH MY GOD!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE WE JUST MET DRAKE!!

I ignored her and thought to myself…”What did he mean by that?”

I took a look around and noticed that there were hardly any black people here. I saw Kate Hudson, Jennifer Aniston, Megan Fox, and a whole bunch of other white celebrities. No wonder Drake came up to us…

Nearly all of the men in the club had business suits on. Me and the girls had on our club dresses. It just didn’t feel right. Something was wrong. What in the world did Alicia get us into?

Speaking of the devil, Alicia came in, pushed through the crowd, and ran up to us. “Hey guys, thanks for waiting for me-“

I interrupted her, ready to smack the shit out of her already “What did you get us into? Huh? What is this?!”

Taken aback, she replied “Keyshia…calm down”. Before we got into an argument, Lauran jumped in and told her that we met Drake. Alicia, knowing that she was in deep shit, tried to talk to Lauran as much as she could so that she didn’t have to explain to me what was going on.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why are we the only black ladies here?!”

“Oh c’mon…we’re not the only ones”, she replied scanning the room.

“The only ones that look like hookers! Know what? I don’t want to be here. Let’s leave” I demanded, making my way towards the door.

Alicia grabbed a hold my arm and pulled me back to where she and Lauran were standing.

“We can’t get our money back…”, she cautioned, before letting go of my arm.

Before I had the chance to respond, a middle aged white man walked up to us with a headset on.

“Hello ladies…I have been informed that you will be our dancers for the night, is this correct?”

“Dancers?”, I responded, totally confused.

“Yes.” Alicia answered quickly, ignoring my inquisition.

“The men are waiting for you”. He began to make is way towards the private rooms. “Follow me please”

I leaned in closer to Alicia and whispered “What the hell is he talking about?”

“All you have to do is give a couple of lap dances. That is all. If you want to stay in here-“

“And be disrespected and looked down upon?! No!”

Lauran finally decided to say something. “Well I’m up for it.”

I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Of course you are”

Alicia grabbed my arm for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. “Trust me on this…please stay.”

“You set me up!!”

“I’m begging you Key. It’s your birthday. Try having fun for once in your life.”

I gave into her request and continued to follow the man towards the private rooms. The one that we were being led to had an exquisite interior. The walls were covered in a pattern of black velvet spades and other different cloths. The benches that the men, who were all under 40, were sitting on were made of what seemed to be fluffy cushions. They were in the shape of half circles, with a long stripper pole in the middle.

Two strippers slid up and down the poles without a care in the world. I stared at one of them and it made me wonder if these men were supposed to be turned on by that. She had a boyish body shape and her face wasn’t all that cute…

The middle aged man that guided us into the room cleared his throat. “Gentleman, I’d like to introduce you to our dancers for the evening.”

The men looked quite surprised at the fact that we are black and voluptuous. So you know, of course they welcomed us with open arms.

Before we had a chance to fully walk into the room, a bodyguard stopped us. “We have to check you first little ladies”

I rolled my eyes. “I have this tight ass dress on. What could I possibly hide in it? Plus, I don’t know these guys. Why the hell would I want to hurt them?”

“Don’t give us a hard time. We still have to check you.”

Alicia, Lauran, and I stood still as they checked us for weapons and shit. After they were done, we walked over to the gentlemen.

As we walked closer to them, I noticed that each of them had Rolex watches wrapped around their wrists.

Alicia, Lauran, and I hesitantly picked a guy to dance with as soon as the music started to play. My guy looked to be around the same age as me and he looked really shy, almost like he didn’t belong here. I really hope I’m not underestimating him though. As soon as I sat on his lap, he instantly pulled me closer to him by placing a hand on the small of my back. I let out an audible gasp. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“Don’t worry, I got ya.”

I ignored him and began to grind to the song “Pony” by Ginuwine. I stifled in a giggle because of the song choice. Definitely something I didn’t expect to hear.

The guy gripped my hips and he started to grunt. I tried to keep this as PG-13 as possible because he looked like he was going to wet his pants any second now. Alicia looked like she was having sex with the guy she was dancing with. So did Lauran.

“Why did I have to get stuck dancing with the non-dancing bitch?”, the shy guy mumbled.

I stopped grinding and almost slapped the shit out of him. Suppressing the urge to draw blood, I began to grind again. If I hit him, I would be arrested on my birthday. Those guards looked pretty serious.

“Are you going to do the same as your friend over there?”, my guy questioned after seeing that Alicia had unzipped her dress and exposed her bra. The guy she danced with had the nerve to feel all over her breasts and kiss her neck. I almost threw up in my mouth because I was ashamed and disgusted.

Before I knew it, my “shy guy” began to feel on my breasts and without thinking, I slapped his hand away.

“Oh, I see…you’re playing hard to get, huh?” he stated.

Without any sort of warning, he grabbed me and faced my body towards him. He then bent forward and stuck his tongue down my throat, setting the record for the worst kiss I’ve ever received. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to remain calm. But I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pushed myself off of him and fell on the plush carpet. I didn’t even look back before running out of the room.

It was while I was sitting at the bar when I noticed a skinny black woman run across the lounge. She looked so out of place and distressed. I felt like it was my obligation to get up and follow her. I wanted to see what was up with her. So I put my Cuba Libre down and ran after her.

 

 












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