Page 9 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

He was silent for the first time but focused on rolling up. We ain’t smoked a good blunt together in a long ass time due to both of us choosing our women over gang shit. I lowkey missed his dumbass. The twin’s race was the first time I’d seen him in weeks. He lit the blunt seconds later and the smell was a lovely one. I was anxious to let the THC fill my lungs. It was passed and I inhaled deeply. It was a moment of relaxation.

Our place of destination was slowly approaching on our right and that nigga belched out a hearty laugh while clapping. “Yeah, my wife gon’ beat my ass fa sho’. Why the fuck you bring me here, nigga? She said, ‘Don’t go paying no fuck ass strippers bills tonight, Chrasmere,’and I told her I was gon’ be good,” he said mocking Kosha.

Laughing, I pulled into the parking lot and into the first spot I seen available. “Well, bitch ass nigga, you officially lied to yo’ wife cause we about to ball the fuck out. I rented out a few sections and from my understanding, Martin got us something special waiting for us.”

“Waiting on y’all. I ain’t part of that shit. How long we ‘bout to be in here?”

“Until you ready to go and nah muthafucka, we ain’t leaving just yet. Come the fuck on mane.” I stepped out my shit and headed for the door with the crew geeked behind me.

Entering the building, the vibe was calm, cool, and collected. Shadow Thongs was an upscaled strip club that allowed the women to be themselves. I knew better than to take that nigga to Allure. He was fa sho’ gon’ end up in trouble ‘round that muthafucka. Them ghetto bitches was gon’ post and make surethe gram saw them with Chrome. He was a hood celebrity after all.

“Zinc, the girls have been waiting on BMG. Let me get you set up.” Martin didn’t even give us time to get through the door good before he was in my face.

Martin was a White man who banked good bread off the Lake. He had everybody in this muthafucka from suits and ties to the nigga down the street from the hood. Hell, if I was being honest, it wasn’t a nigga he turned around. Everybody who stepped through that door knew what it was and loved how discrete they could be. Drink and blow a bag easily without a bitch running her fuckin’ mouth.

“Yeah, I bet,” I mumbled as we followed behind him to the area designated for us.

“Before we let the ladies out to play, we wanted to greet you properly. If you and Chrome will have a seat here and the rest of the crew behind. Your bottles will be here shortly,” he voiced.

We did as he instructed with Chrome speaking up as soon as he walked off. “I’m a married man, Z.”

“We know nigga, damn. Shut the fuck up and enjoy the show,” I said rubbing my hands together.

The glass came down on the stage and the lights switched off. I held a smirk on my face as I waited for the show to begin. Shadow Thongs were known for having some of the baddest hoes in the city working here. Good entertainment was hard to come by.

When the back light came on, two figures stood in the middle of the stage. I noticed immediately that the two women shared a kiss as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Normani “All Yours” seeped from the speakers fading in, giving the two the aesthetic they needed. I hit Chrome in the arm, and he shook his head all while carrying a small smile.

The silhouette of a woman was more intriguing than seeing her body half the time. If the silhouette hit, you knew for sure she was coming with some heat. Their bodies moved in sync as they performed. It looked as if it came effortlessly to them. One was taller than the other, but the thickness was different. While one had curves and cake like my woman, the other was slim thick with a lil’ booty on her.

I couldn’t lie. The entertainment was entertaining. The tall one had all my attention. The way she moved was as if she enjoyed it. Like you could see her passion for it in every step she took. As if we needed anything else, the tinted glass was pulled up and the spotlight was on the women. Semi dressed but giving you everything you needed at the same time.

They took a few steps closer to the end of the stage where we were sitting, and my body suddenly felt a familiar presence. That shit made me uncomfortable as hell because the familiarity was one I would have for my woman. I sat up as they approached and took the tall one in more.

I knew my woman from top to fuckin’ bottom. There was nothing about Onyx I couldn’t give a thorough description about. As the women closed the gap, the tattoo of her father’s name on her rib was on display. I had to chuckle because it wasn’t no way in hell the woman I just left damn near an hour ago was in this fuck ass club dancing for a piece of fuckin’ change. Hell, I knew good and goddamn well my bitch wasn’t in this muthafucka period, as if that was something I allowed.

With them stepping off the stage, Onyx came right for me but quickly stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed who the fuck I was. Shadow Thongs was dark and in order for you to know who was in this bitch, you damn near had to be right up on them. I knew she wasn’t expecting me to be here, but the expectations were mutual. My blood was boiling just thinking about how long her ass been lying to me.

“Shadow Thongs is one hell of a dance studio, ain’t it?” I questioned. She stood there just staring at me and slowly went to covering her body as if I wasn’t just in it planting seeds.

“Nahmari, w-what are you uhm, w-what are you doing here?” The stuttering was comical. I never once in my life heard her stutter. She always spoke with confidence but at this moment she could hardly form a sentence good.

Standing, I quickly removed my shirt and threw it at her, hitting her in the chest. “Put that shit on and meet me outside.”

“Baby, I?—”

“I got to drag yo’ ass out this muthafucka or what?” I wasn’t asking her to leave again.

“Drag me? I’m gro?—”

I snatched her disrespectful ass up so fuckin’ fast and pulled her to the exit. When I said drag, I wasn’t fuckin’ exaggerating. She was getting the fuck out of this muthafuckin’ establishment one way or another. If she was smart, she’d leave on her own because I had no problem setting fire to this bitch so she could understand where the fuck my head was at with this shit.

Once the door was opened, I slung her ass out that bitch. I was beyond pissed. I had the entire crew in this muthafucka tonight and she was on stage begging for attention like some hoe. Strippers were nothing more than that, that found a way to strip niggas of they bread. Then again, that never stopped some from getting on the corner either.

We stood there in silence. I wasn’t the muthafucka that needed to explain shit, so I was confused on why the fuck her gums weren’t flapping by now. “You ain’t got shit to say?”

She removed her mask and dropped her head to fumble with my shirt. She had yet to put that bitch on. I chuckled and took a few steps back. I could feel myself getting to that point. I didn’t put my hands on women but damn I was close to smacking firefrom her ass. She was in a strip club dancing for pennies ‘cause let’s be real, she had commas in the bank.

“Onyx, I’m really trying to hear you the fuck out, but baby, I’m losing my fuckin’ patience. Why the fuck you here?” I shouted.

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