Page 4 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Mylani

It was Friday, and the club was packed. It hadn’t been opened for that long, but business was booming.

This was actually my first stripping job, but it seemed to come natural to me.

I loved singing and dancing, so I figured, why not get paid to do it.

I was currently in the dressing room getting ready to make my rounds when Dynasty, the head stripper, walked in.

“Y’all better get y’all asses out there if y’all wanna make some money.

Jersey and his brothers just graced the muthafuckin’ building.

If you know, then you muthafuckin’ know.

” She rambled on excitedly like a middle school girl who had just seen her crush.

I didn’t know who Jersey or his brothers were, but I wasn’t crazy enough not to find out.

I walked out on the floor, and these bitches were acting like a celebrity just walked in the building.

I wasn’t about to seem pressed, so I went and did a few table dances.

“On Me” by Lil Baby blared through the speakers, and I went to my first table.

It was an older guy, but their money spent just like everybody else’s.

I was twerking my ass to the beat, making sure I earned every dollar that his old ass made rain on me.

“Passion, what’s it gone take for you to go home with me?” he had the audacity to ask.

“More than you can afford. I ain’t Ebony, and you ain’t in The Player’s Club. All I do is dance… dassit!” I clarified. I didn’t need nobody’s money that bad.

“All this money I’m dropping on you, and you can’t pay me back?”

“Nigga, this ain’t no payday loan. You know what?

Let me get my money and go before I have to slice yo’ old ass in here.

” I angrily picked up my money before storming off.

I didn’t know who the fuck his ass thought I was, but he definitely had the wrong bitch.

After my tirade, I stormed off, mad as hell.

I was stuffing my money down in my PINK drawstring bag when I collided with a hard body that smelled like heaven’s gates opened up.

“Damn, shawty. If you wanted to be up under a nigga, that’s all you had to say.” I looked up and was staring in the face of the fine guy from earlier that paid for my and Trinity’s lunch.

“My bad. I didn’t mean to run into you like that. I was trying to get away from that stupid ass nigga over there,” I said, pulling the string to my bag tighter.

“You good? You want me to go holla at that nigga for you?”

“No, I’m good. I’m about to go get ready for my set.”

“You don’t look like you good, shawty. Matter fact, wait right here.” I watched as Mr. No Name walked over to where I just come from. I looked on at the exchange between him and the old guy before he came back toward me.

“Here.” He handed me a handful of bills.

“What’s this for?”

“For getting you all upset and shit. That’s dude’s apology. It was either that or I beat his old ass. He was smart and chose the latter.” He smirked.

“In that case, thank you.”

“Aye, come up to VIP when you get done on stage. It’ll be worth it. I promise.” He licked his lips while surveying my body from head to toe.

“My time ain’t free,” I said for good measure.

“Good thing I ain’t no broke nigga. Don’t forget to come holla at your boy.

Tell ’em Jersey said you good when you get up there.

” I looked as he walked off like he knew he was the shit.

I couldn’t believe this shit. Whoever this Jersey nigga was just stepped to me.

A bitch was hype, but I wasn’t about to let it fuck with my money, so I got ready for my set so I could go see what Jersey and this VIP money was all about.

I did my set and killed it as usual. I was now back in the dressing room, freshening up before I went upstairs.

I would never give a nigga the opportunity to talk about my hygiene.

I started to head out when this one girl named Candy came in.

This hoe didn’t like me, for whatever reason, and I didn’t know why, nor did I care.

She rolled her eyes as I walked by, but I kept it moving.

I didn’t have time to entertain her mad ass.

Fuck her and her funky ass attitude. I made it through the thick crowd and up the stairs to VIP.

I was stopped by the bouncer, and I told him just as Jersey instructed me, and my access was granted.

I made my way over to the couch he was sitting on and just admired him along the way.

He had this thuggish appeal that probably made any woman in his presence panties wet.

The small braids he wore in his hair fit him to a “T”.

His body was adorned in all black with a diamond chain around his neck and an iced-out watch on his wrist. His pinky bore a diamond pinky ring that set everything else off.

I approached him, and his hooded eyes ran over my body before he smiled.

“I see you made it,” he announced.

“Yeah. I told you I had to get my set over first.”

“You killed that shit. Had a nigga thinking you were doing all that for me.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, blushing.

“What you drinking?” he asked.

“Remy.”

“Aight, bet. Sit and relax. You worked hard tonight. I ain’t ask you up here to dance.”

“I can’t be up here just chilling. I’m working, and Sway will have a fit,” I explained. I did not need Sway coming up here with his bullshit tonight.

“You let me handle Sway. I told you earlier, I got you.” I looked at him and decided to say, fuck it. I’d just deal with Sway’s ass when that time came. I was about to enjoy getting paid to sit on my ass and chill.