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about
what I do as a grown ass man, so I had told her all about the
interviews last week. That’s when shit really got out of hand.
    At first, she tried to make it seem like she wanted
to help vet the girls. She claimed that she used to help Blu run
Clappers when it first opened and she had an eye for talent. I
quickly found out that her lil’ jealous ass just wanted to be
nosey. The first day of interviews I had a list of ten girls that
were supposed to come through the club. I looked up and it was 1
o’clock, but not one of them had showed up. I ended up calling the
next interviewee and found out that she had received a call from a
woman stating that the interviews had been cancelled until further
notice. What type of shit was that, man? I was 38 hot!
    But I had to play it cool. Nakami’s father had been
out of town for the last month or so, so I still hadn’t been able
to kick it about getting back on. I was feeling Nakami, no doubt,
but she was starting to show signs of a crazy bitch and I wasn’t
ready for those type of problems.
    “Yo! What the hell is your problem?” I pulled Nakami
to the side and raised my finger, asking Niema to give me a
second.
    “I know you not out here fucking Kmart ass hoes
now?” she shouted as she eyeballed Neima.
    “No. I’m interviewing dancers for the club, like I
told your ass I would be! What reason do I have to lie to you?” I
asked.
    “Every reason, nigga! I looked through your phone
this morning and a bitch named---“
    I cut her off. “You went through my phone?!” I
yelled.
    She had definitely crossed the line. I could feel
myself ready to fuck some shit up, and if Nakami didn’t get out my
face soon, she was liable to become collateral damage.
    “It was ringing incessantly this morning!”
    “Fuck that, Nakami. You don’t pay my fucking bill.
Stay off my shit and I’m for real,” I said seriously. “Secondly,
I’m at work. I don’t have time to be arguing with you about some
frivolous shit that you can’t seem to understand. I’m interviewing.
That’s it. I’m not explaining this shit to you again.”
    Nakami looked at me with fire burning behind her
eyes. I knew that even if she left right now, this wouldn’t be the
end of this conversation. And I was going to have to put her in her
place gently because I still needed her to set things up with her
father. I couldn’t mess that shit up.
    “You know what Grey? Fuck you!” she pushed me in my
chest and ran out of the front door of the club.
    I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep
breath. I walked over to Niema, who was still standing there trying
to process the scene she had just witnessed.
    “Look, I’m sorry about that.”
    “No worries, boo. Trust me, I’ve seen worse. We gon’
finish this interview or nah?” She grinned.
    I smiled back at her, knowing that after that
comment, she already had the job. If she could handle Nakami, she
could handle anything she might encounter at the club. Now the
question was, could I handle Nakami and for how fucking long?
     

Blu
    July 2014
    I stood in front of the mirror, a nervous wreck; me , Blu Buckley, the bitch who used to twerk sum’n for a few
bills, the chick that used to get on a stage surrounded by drunk
and horny men and fulfill every single one of their fantasies, the
broad that never gave a fuck was about to go on a date and I was
sweating bullets like I was testifying in open court.
    Something about Kimani scared the shit out of me.
After our initial encounter at Grey’s grand opening, we’d exchanged
phone numbers and kicked it via text and FaceTime. He was
observant, smooth, aggressive, and confident bordering on cocky. He
had this sexual aura that bled through the phone, and I couldn’t
count how many times I felt my grown ass blushing after the things
he said. He was refreshing, sexy and mad cool.
    So why was I nervous? Because this nigga seemed too
good to be true, and I could definitely see myself falling for him.
And that