Page 34 of Still Made For You

“That’s it. Step back a little for me. You’re the star of this scene, and I need you to own that shit. When he walks in, you’re supposed to captivate his attention so much that he can’t even see anyone else in the crowd. Get into character and make it look real for me,” I advised the main love interest in the video. She needed to stand out from the crowd, so I wanted to make sure I had a clear visual of her in the shoot. She winked at me and then repositioned her body. After a few more takes, I gave them the signal to wrap up the scene.

My head was down as I played back the last part to make sure there wasn’t anything I wanted to retake.

“Thank you for your guidance. Most of the men I work with on these types of sets only care about whether my ass is moving fast enough. It’s been nice working with someone with integrity, you know?” My head nodded although I felt like there was something I was missing.

“It’s all a part of the job. You did great today.” I thought that was the end of the conversation until she stepped closer to me and then gripped my wrist. I didn’t want to overreact because we were in a work environment, but everyone knew I was an ignorant ass fool.

“Do you want to kick it later? I know a really cool lounge some of my girls, and I like to hang out at.” The crew normally hung out together on some nights, so what she asked wasn’t out of the normal. However, there was something about her tone that led me to think this was more personal for her.

“Naw, shorty. I’m headed straight to the crib once I leave up out of here. Y’all have fun, though.”

“Well, maybe I could come to the crib with you. You seem like a real cool guy and I’m trying to see what we can get into together.” She purred. That’s when I realized she was trying to have some one-on-one time with me.

“Oh, you want some dick?” Women were bold as hell nowadays, but I needed to make sure I didn’t misunderstand.

“I mean, I really want to get to know you better, and I know it’s probably big as fuck, so I definitely want to take it for a ride.” I tried not to laugh because I knew she was dead ass serious. Instead, I decided to take a different approach.

“Cool, cool. I’ll send you the addy.” Her eyes bulged wide as hell as she held her phone out, ready to take down the address.

“The address is1731 My Wife Beats Bitches.” Her fingers paused on the screen as she processed my words.

“Wait, what?”

“You need me to repeat the address for you? It’s1458 Baby Girl Is Licensed To Carry.Listen, you’re a beautiful woman, but this ring on my finger isn’t for decoration. My wife is crazy as fuck, and I’m even more insane about her. You take care of yourself.” Turning away, I headed over to where my equipment was so I could start packing my stuff up. I had two assistants with me, so I wouldn’t have to load all of it myself.

“What did Shalaine want with her fine ass?” Hemi asked as he took apart one of the cameras.

“She was tryna get some dick, but I told her it wasn’t worth her life.” Shrugging my shoulders, I continued packing.

“You’re crazy as hell. Every time we come to these shoots, the ladies be damn near throwing the pussy at you, and you’re over here turning the shit down? Do you see how bad these bitches are?” He expressed.

“I’m a married ass man. What other response am I supposed to give them besides for them to get the fuck on?” I was genuinely confused as to why this was even in question.

“Come on, Lo. When has a title ever stopped shit? Married niggas fuck on other bitches all the time. Especially in these types of settings. It’s not like you’re about to date them or anything. What’s wrong with sampling what’s out there?” My head shook before I even answered the question.

“See, that’s the difference between me and a lot of niggas. I’m not pressed or impressed about no pussy. My wife got that Supa Soaker 3000, so I’m not interested in sliding in anybody else. I’ll do a bid behind that pussy, so I'm not about to waste my time entertaining no bitches.”

“I don’t see how you do it. I can’t imagine being with just one woman, especially when there are so many women out there ready and willing.” He sounded like most men our age, so I wasn’t surprised.

“My wife is my heart. I’ll never put her in a position where she has to question my loyalty to her. That’s the problem with most niggas. We get so caught up in the options. We drag the women we love through hell until we’re ready to settle down. I’m not with all of that childish shit. Coming home to my wife and kids every night means more to me than five minutes with a bad bitch. Hell, I got one of the baddest women out there, and there isn’t shit worth jeopardizing my happy home. Plus, my girl steam presses my drawls; ain’t no way I’m letting her ass go for some pussy that probably smells like fish tank water.” My nose turned up just thinking about it. Looks can be deceiving, and that’s what gets these fools in the most trouble.

“You’re starting to sound like the old heads with that bullshit. It’s more women than men on the earth for a reason. Ain’t no way big homie put all this pussy out here for us not to sample it.”

“Aye, I’m not here to convince you one way or the other. Do what you want to do. I’m just telling you how it is for me. I will say this, though. The same way you’re drooling over all of these women, there’s plenty of niggas waiting for you to fuck up so they can play stepdaddy to your kids.” Hemi’s face dropped almost instantly at my declaration.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you saying Manda is cheating on me?” Hemi had a girlfriend, and the two of them had two kids together. That’s why I didn’t even understand why he was asking these dumb ass questions.

“I didn’t say anything like that. All I’m saying is, if you’re out fuckin’ bitches, your house is not being protected. What’s going to stop the next man from giving her the love and attention you aren’t? You think she’s just going to be at the house waiting until you’re done running the streets?” The fact that he was standing here in deep thought made me laugh because some dudes really don’t use their brains.

“She better not be giving my pussy away!” I laughed loud as hell because bro was pissed off.

“I hate to break it to you, bro, but that ain’t yo’ pussy. You haven’t even put a ring on it or anything. At this point, you’re borrowing the pussy yourself, so if you don’t get your shit together, somebody is going to slide right in your place. The ladies stay hollering about stepdaddy season. You might come home one day, and Jr. will be calling another nigga pops. Don’t say I ain’t warn you.” Hemi looked like he wanted to cry, and I was just playing with him. A lot of men liked to dish it out when they couldn’t take it. I already knew how crazy I could get over my wife, so I would never set myself up like that.

“Good looking out, Boss. This is fire already, and we haven’t even started editing it yet.” My homie Favo dabbed me up after we cleared the set. He was the rapper we were shooting the video for, and I was proud of the way things had turned out. Photography has always been my first love, but I won’t lie and say that videography hasn’t completely consumed my life.

My career has blown up so much in the last year, and all I could do was thank the man upstairs for blessing me with this gift.

“Appreciate you giving me the opportunity. Your music is dope as hell, and once you drop this new single on the world, I have no doubt things will go even further for you. I’ll be working with Tremell and Juno to make sure we clean up any inconsistencies. We still have to shoot a few scenes downtown tomorrow, plus the last scene at the club. Other than that, you’ve got yourself a hit on your hands.”

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