Dance or Die?

Nicki pulled the G- String over her plump round ass. She looked at herself in the ceiling to floor mirror. She admired her hourglass figure from all angles then looked up as her friends walked into the dressing room with their bags. Diane, also known as Dip, slammed her bags on their shared mirrored dresser then yanked back her curling irons out the open bag. She hurriedly plugged them in as Candice, better known as Candi, stripped down to nothing but her heels and a thong. Nicki turned back to the full length mirror and looked over her sparkling necklace that she had just placed around her neck.

"Hurry up, you guys have fifteen minutes until show time."

"Dip, calm down... The boys can wait and had you picked me up on time... We wouldn't be rushing."

Candi replied glaring at her. Dip was their dance manager and she booked all their events from public strip clubs to private parties of white men. She did their hair and paid for their clothing, she took care of it all except bathing them, but if she could.. She would. She quietly did Candi's hair as Nicki stood over to the side watching. Nicki was quiet during the ten minutes before every show, praying for a safe night. She was more nervous tonight than any other night because this was a large private party at the club. Some big time dealer had rented it out for the night for his 200 something friends. Dip had managed to book ten more girls for the night, but that didn't keep Candi & Cookie from being the spotlight of the night.  Nicki quickly sat in the chair and let Dip curl her hair that tickled the top of her ass. 

"You nervous, Cook?"

"I was, but this is what I do."

"Good. Get out there and work those pockets."

"Anything for a buck."

"Another Night."

"Another Pocket."

"Another Dollar."

They each chimed in then fell out in a fit of laughter. That was their motto and that's where Dip got the name. She was always in somebody's pockets whether it be legally or illegally. See, Dip wasn't no stupid woman at all, she had a trick and a trade for anybody. Dip was a lawyer during the day and managed dancers/strippers at night. She had legal money and illegal money, but at the end of the day.. She still had the law behind her, so she could flip money like nobody's business and without any alarm from anyone. Nicki admired her, but she also wanted to be in her shoes some day. She wanted better for herself and Webb was her way out, so she thought.

Cookie and Candi walked out of them room behind a line full of beautiful women. They were small club strippers by the way they were dressed. Some had on boy shorts, others had on fishnet shirts and one even had on a pair of flats that Dip quickly dismissed. She had her change then come back with a pair of three inch heels on. Nicki waved at the girls as she passed and gave compliments to some she thought were pretty. She quickly got around to the front when Guy announced Cookie and Candi and the Fab ladies to the stage. They all walked out in a line and separated at the end and went their seperate ways. Most of the guys were in jeans with nice watches, shirts, bling and plenty of cash. But C&C were after the big ones, the ones who thought they were smart enough to keep their jewelry in the car, pocket or coats, but they got, got.. Dip had ladies steal for her, but she kept C&C's hands clean, but what they did personally she has no control over. Candi could rob a nigga in his dreams then sport it around her neck like she hadn't robbed him blind, but Cookie wasn't the type. She got them to give it to her with no complaints. Tonight, she was on the prowl for some Chocolate even with her Teddy Bear at home. She danced around until she met eyes with an unusual sight. She had never seen a guy like him in there. She quickly made her way over and grabbed his drink. She replaced his drink with her body and spread her legs across his body. He was amused, but he didn't look where she wanted him to, but stared into her eyes as she stared back. She slid down between the table and his body and began to pop on his lap. 

He stood up and placed her on the table then ran his hand over his business suit as Dip walked over to them. She smiled over at Nicki then hugged the guy as he gripped her booty. Nicki stood up and smirked as she watched them interact. 

"Cookie, this SL, my partner in crime."

"Hi, I'm Cookie... You guys are steady?"

"Nah, we're just friendly, he's single as a pringle and you know I'm gay."

"If you wasn't, I'd tear that ass down."

"You could do that now..."

Dip winked as she leaned over to Cookie. "Make him want you and leave him dry." She kissed her cheek then walked off. Nicki watched her leave then faced a shy SL as he sat down watching the crowd from a distance.

"Why aren't you over there with the other drug lords?"

"Cause I'm, my own person. I'm a man and men don't need a bunch of niggas around to have a good time."

"So why you come?"

She quizzed walking over to him and pulled the table back. She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He admired her face as she stared deep into his soul waiting for his answer. He slowed looked down into her breast that were sitting up pretty and brushed with glitter as if her skin produced it. He looked over her shoulder as her ass that was nicely seated on his lap. It was plump, it enticed him, but not enough to make him hard, she was just a ho. 

"To have my own private party."

"Am I your entertainment?"

"Looks, like it."

"That right."

"You're beautiful."

She looked up from focusing on the small chain that was around his neck to the his brown lovely face. His brown skin was glowing in the now dimly lite room. His full lips were pick and his eyes were beautiful for a man. His hands that rested on her hips, were manly but soft. The way he looked at made her body melt. She quickly shook off the eye connection and moved from his lap, but he pulled her back down by her arm.

"You shouldn't be in here."

"You Captain Save-A-Bitch? I have a boyfriend."

"He ain't a man, if his bitch in a Bar... Stripping for a bunch of broke niggas."

"Broke? But you here, you one too."

"I can't be too broke, since I rented it out for a party of 200 with unlimited drinks on my treat. A dealer couldn't do that on his millions or thousands."

He spoke as he let her go and stood up to leave. He placed six stacks on the table and left out the club. She watched him with admiring eyes.. He had to be a God in the drug game or something. She wanted his money and she needed to get close to him.. Somehow.

Nicki quietly stepped over the brick in the backyard and rushed through the side door that led to the den. When she stepped inside, Webb was sat on the chair waiting for her. He looked tired as if he was up all night and day waiting for her return. She placed her bag down and stared into his emotionless chubby face. He smirked then walked up on her as he examined her appearance. She had a baby blue sweatsuit with a pair of white Nikes with a baby blue check mark to match her outfit. Her hair was still curled and her face still glittered.

"Where you been?"

"With Candi... I told you that earlier."

"You smell like Baby powder and cigars. 

So, I'm a ask again... Where you been yo?"

"I just told you Webb!"

"Why you lying man? I smell the niggas on you, yo? You still shaking your ass for other niggas?"

"No!"

She lied stepping back as he chuckled. He grabbed her bag and snatched it open and her baby blue dance suit fell out along with her outfit from the night. He threw the bag as her and walked away. She let it drop to the floor as she chased behind him up the stairs. He knew she danced, that's where they had met, but his insecurities made him upset. If she would date him, what stopped her from fucking with the next nigga, possible a nigga he didn't like or better yet, a nigga from his own team. He'd have to fuck them both up. He decided to do what he felt was right and that would be to guilt her into doing as he wanted.

He pulled his gun out of his night stand and held it to his head as she stood in total shock and fear. What is he doing? She started to shake as he placed his finger on the trigger and nodded his head as she shook her's. This was his thing, the suicide guilt trip. He had done this to plenty of bitches and it worked. He placed the piece down then aimed it at her, she jumped back as the tears began pouring down her face. She held her arms up as she pleaded with him to calm down.

"Nicki, I don't want to do this... But if you don't stop dancing... I'm.."

"Please, don't kill me. I promise, I'll stop."

"Kill myself... I don't want other niggas looking at what's mine!"

"Okay, Okay!"

"I'm serious, Onika! If I catch you in the club... I'll make you regret it."

"I'm done, I'll call my manager right now!"

She stumbled over her words as he placed the piece back in his nightstand then handed her the phone. She wiped at her face hundreds if times before taking the phone and dialing Dip from private. She silently talked to herself as the phone continued to ring until the machine picked up. She breathed in slow and waited for the beep then cleared her throat to sound as if she hadn't been crying and nothing was wrong. Inside, she was scared. Webb was her life line, she needed him and if she did anything that could take him away from her, she'd have nothing. He knew this as much as she did, but he didn't let it show. He had her where he wanted her and that was his.

"So, I'll return my stuff tomorrow when I see you at 6. Okay? Call me on my cell."

She stated before hanging up then erasing the number. He hugged her tightly then whispered into her ear that he loved her. She held on tight to him as he laid her down and stripped her over her clothes. He admired her full breast and rubbed them as the chill bumps began to ride on them. Her nipples were hard, but she wasn't horny. She was in another world. Was he worth quiting? Dancing had become her? Was it worth dying for? Or having the love of her life dead? She thought she made the right decision and gave into him. Her body was his. Her mind was him. Her soul became his. He was her. Live for who you love or die for what was temporary?