IT WAS ALL A DREAM (1) (5 page)

             
“She’s at work over at the Five Star Cabaret! “

             
“You mean that white people strip club out in Commack? “ K asked in disbelief.

             
“Yeah she’s the headliner. Fill’s up the spot every Friday night.”

             
K heard voices talking, but his mind was racing with thoughts. He was brought back by Lonnie’s wife knocking on the door telling him that he had even more customers. Lonnie was still obl
ivious as to what was
happening
until
he finally blurted out in frustration, “will somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?!”

                                                CHAPTER 4

  As K and Blass rolled up Deer Park
Avenue headed towards Commack R
oad which led to the strip club, K was mentally kicking himself in the ass. He hated the fact that he sometimes reacted off emotions instead of thinking the situation through. After apologizing to Paul and Lonnie, K explained the situation to Lonnie.  Lonnie looked at K like he’d lost his mind. He knew Lonnie wanted to check him for snatching up a white dude in his crib over a bitch, knowing that that could bring police problems none of them wanted.

             
K had grilled and interrogated Paul for as much info on Mattie as he could. He
also  gave
him a few grams after the fact in hopes that he wouldn’t hold his actions towards him against Lonnie. It was safe to
assume all was forgiven the way Paul’s eyes lit up. They were about halfway through their second blunt when K turned into the parking lot of the club. K passed the blunt to Blass as they cruised past the large neon sign that read
,
nude dancers. He pulled into the parking space and turned down the radio.

             
“I won’t be in here long. I just need to take care of
sumn
,“
said K passing Blas the.45 Glock automag.

             
“Go head and handle yo binness big cuzzin. I’m good,” Stated Blass and took a long deep drag off the Vanilla Dutch.

             
K hopped out the rental and walked toward the entrance. There were groups of drunken white men in business suits flowing through the parking lot. He joined the long line leading to the entrance. He got a couple of sideways glances being that he wasn’t the type of customer the establishment primarily catered to. But K wasn’t there to look at the bony white broads with the huge fake ta ta’s. He approached the two large bouncers at the front entrance. They eyed him suspiciously. After waving the metal detector wand over his body, he was allowed to pay the cover charge and enter. K guessed once they took note of the 3 g $taxxx he pulled out, they rationalized that he wasn’t there to scout the spot for stick-up victims from their establishment.

             
The inside of the club was enormous. Three floors of 50 scantily clad women in pursuit of those almighty banknotes. K headed over to the first floor bar that enclosed the main stage in a half circle. There was a green eyed brunette with long straight hair that hung past her ass. She sported a set of 44 triple
e’s
big as soccer balls, that had just finished up her set. He found a seat just off the side of center stage and was immediately approached by a club dancer.

             
“Buy a lady a drink big guy?”
             

             
K turned around and was pleasantly surprised with what he saw. Cutey was a medium brown complexion with light brown dancing
eyes that sparkled in the clubs lighting. She sported a jazzy shoulder length bob hairdo with gold and auburn highlights. Her grapefruit sized breasts straining against her cream colored top demanded attention.

             
“
Puleeeazze
?
I really need a drink and I’ve only made $30 in the last two hours. I don’t know what’s wrong with these dudes tonight,” she said sounding defeated.

             
“Yeah cutey.
Get what you want. Sheeit I don’t know
what’s wrong
wit
dees
mafuggas
either.”

             
She gave K the most beautiful smile and stood on the foot rail that ran under the bar. She was almost in his lap as she leaned over the bar to get the bartenders attention. What she was really giving him was a bird’s eye view of her real estate.
A little more advertising for his investment.
He was impressed. She took a peek over her shoulder to make sure he was looking and gave him that smile again. He almost forgot the main reason he was there.

             
After the bartender brought over their drinks; a Heineken for him and a cranberry juice and vodka for her, they began to converse. She was originally from The BX (Bronx), but attended CW POST, a college only a few miles away. It wasn’t long before the stage lights were dimmed and the DJ made an
announcement for Jasmine, the Island B
eauty.

             
“This is my bitch! She about to do her
thang
! Always steals the show! These white broads can’t stand her cause she make more dough than all
o
them,” said brown eyes.

             
Just then K saw the opportunity he was looking for. He pulled out a $tack of bills and placed a $50 in her thong. He then turned her around and pulled her back so her ass was on his dick and wrapped his hands around her waist. She grind her bubble on his crotch and felt him swell. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled and licked her lips. She had plans on making him peel more from that bankroll.

             
“
Well
all my attention is focused on you tonight,” K whispered in her ear.

             
As the music began, K could see the silhouette of a figure that he literally knew every curve of.

             
“Fellas.
This is what you’ve all been waiting for.
The sexy.
The mysterious.
The exotic.
Jasmine!”

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Maybe that last drink was a little too
strong,
Mattie thought to herself as she heard her stage name being announced. Shake it off and get in your zone, she told herself repeatedly as the curtain rose and she was overtaken by the bright light. The applause and whistles of affirmation sent a wave of butterflies through her stomach. The liquor helped but could never totally take away the feeling of nervousness she sometimes felt while on stage. It wasn’t long before the sound of the music pumping through the speakers mixed with the weed and liquor tuned out her reality.

She moved with erotic grace and her body spoke in volumes to every man and many women who watched her perform. Midway through her set she began to work the bar surrounding the stage collecting
10’s ,20’s
, and 50’s. She always felt funny when she would get tips from her co-workers that were working the paying customers for drinks and tips, but never would she turn down a dollar. Mattie was collecting and tossing bills center stage and almost froze when she saw Raven at the bar with a big black bald guy whispering in her ear. His head was down so she couldn’t see his face but that was a head she had seen between her legs far too many times not to know.

Deep down Mattie was hoping that the alcohol was really working overtime on her imagination. She was about ten feet away, but one of her regular customers was engaged in battle with her and
and
what she was witnessing for her attention. Her eyes were winning and locked in on Raven and her customer. When K looked up and locked eyes with Mattie, She was paralyzed by jealousy and literally froze in her tracks.

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When K and
Matt
I
e
locked eyes, he felt all the love, hate, pain, and abandonment of the past five months of his
life
overwhelm
him all at once. Raven smiled at Mattie and blew her a kiss as she performed.

             
“Work that shit
gurrrl
!” Raven screamed out to Mattie.

             
K could clearly see the rage in Mattie’s face when she saw Raven’s ass pushed back on his dick. As Mattie stormed off the stage the patrons at the club
screamed  out
boo’s and shouts of disapproval.

             
“Dam!
I wonder what that was all
about?
I
ain’t
never seen
Jaz
trip like that over
nuthin
.
She’s usually cool as ice,” said
Raven
sipping on her drink.

             
K shrugged, smiled, and took a sip of his Heineken. He knew Mattie was a tough chick too, but her reaction had also caught him a little by surprise. The DJ came over the sound system apologizing for the delay in the show and promised it would continue momentarily. As soon as the DJ started to play the music again Raven turned to face K.