What Would You Do: Chapter 2

Jizzy

My confidence set in like a motherfucker every time I hit the stage. It was something about the dim lights and the thick smoke in the air that extinguished all of my anxiety and calmed my nerves. I

always tried my hardest to forget everyone around me and focus on the music and the movements of my body. Once I set my mind on it, it was on and popping. There was nothing that could stop my flow.

Pop That by French Montana came on and I jumped on the pole to do my signature move. The men knew it was coming and they got ready to throw their money on me. Kandy slid to the side and got down on her knees while shaking her ass as she allowed the spotlight to shift towards me. I climbed all the way to the top of the pole and did a split while holding on to the pole. My legs were pressed up against the ceiling of the club, then I held tight on the pole and stuck my legs through two beams on the ceiling and started twerking upside down while hanging from the ceiling. The crowd roared and I saw money being thrown in the air.

I grabbed the pole, then dropped down fast, twisting myself midway so that I landed on the floor in another split. A couple of men decided to show out and made it rain as Kandy and I continued to dance.

I looked off in the distance and saw Jace staring at me. He was nodding his head and smiling. I was pulling in some major dough tonight and I knew that he probably had some extra shit lined up for me when I finished up.

*

“Hey, baby. Damn, that was a good show, as usual.” Jace said as he gave me a kiss and squeezed my ass. I handed him all the money that I had made for the night. Thirty-two hundred dollars off of three dances. That wasn’t bad. Kandy and I always pulled in big time when we danced together.

“Thanks, baby. I’m about to head out. You gonna meet me at the house?” I asked Jace as I pulled my duffle bag onto my shoulder and closed up my locker. He shook his head and I frowned. I knew he couldn’t have been planning on staying at the club all night. I was getting sick of the “I won’t be home” shit.

“Naw, I got something lined up for you tonight. You not tired, are you?” I actually was tired and at that point, I really didn’t want to do anything but go home. Bouncing on some dick that probably belonged to some poor man who couldn’t get ass unless he was paying for it, was not how I wanted to spend the rest of my night. The money was nice, but at the moment I just wasn’t feeling it.

“No, baby, I’m not tired. What you got?” I knew I couldn’t tell Jace that I was tired. Although he asked the question, it wasn’t really a question. He had made it clear to me a long time ago that this was a partnership and I had to do my part to help. He ran the club and I made the money doing whatever he told me to do.

“A rich nigga came through here wanting some ass, but this one will be tricky. He wants you and ya girl, Kandy. Together,” Jace finished and rubbed his hands together.

I sat and stared at him for a second. Jace was fine as shit in my book, but he was one of them niggas that wasn’t born fine, however, the money made him sexy as fuck. He could dress to a ‘T’; he was always in the hottest shit. He was a trendsetter. He wore styles before they were styles. He had a full mouth of gold teeth and I loved it. There was something about a chocolate brown man and gold teeth that got my kitty thumping and bout ready to explode.

He rubbed his hand over his low-cut fade and ran his tongue over his teeth, making a clicking sound. I scrunched up my face and continued to look at him. That was usual sign that he was about to say something that I wouldn’t like. I decided to speak first.

“Ok, I’ll talk to Kandy about it. But if money is involved, I already know that bitch is down. What else?” I pushed my duffle bag further up on my shoulder and started tapping my foot on the floor.

“Look, I heard this nigga is rich as fuck and he got a safe in the house,” Jace paused for a minute before continuing to look around him. We were the only people still standing in the locker room. Most of the other girls were out on the floor trying to bring in some extra money before the club closed.

“He keeps a safe in the house. If you and Kandy play this right, we can get more money than we will ever need.” I blinked a few times as I tried to digest what Jace was telling me.

“Play this right? You want us to rob him?” I wasn’t sure I was hearing Jace correctly. He already had me fucking for dollars, now he wanted me to go around robbing niggas? Fuck no.

“Hell, yeah…rob his ass. But we can set it up like you and Kandy ain’t involved. I don’t want him thinking that you was in on it, then he tries to bring his ass down here to the club.” I sat there for a minute trying to figure out if he was saying what I thought he was saying. I couldn’t believe what he wanted me to do or that he wanted me to involve Kandy in on it.