Trent threw his head back and laughed. Kendra didn’t find it that funny, but she kind of smirked at how dumb she must have sounded. Then, he said, “Come on, shawty. Get in.”
Trent opened the door for her. Once inside, Kendra let out a sigh of relief. The inside of the car was nothing like the outside. After settling into her seat, Kendra checked her phone and saw that she had three new messages. The first one was from her sister: “This is your big sista. I been callin’ yo funky ass all night. I hope one of those niggas ain’t kidnapped you. I’mma call Tank. Call me back.”
Kendra really didn’t have time to listen to the other messages, so she turned the phone off. Meanwhile, Trent turned up the radio and then reached into the ashtray and lit an already rolled blunt.
“Hey, that’s my jam,” Kendra said loudly, pretending the song on the radio was her favorite in an attempt to hide the sounds of her growling stomach.
Twenty minutes later, they pulled up at the club. She hurriedly got out the car and hustled her way to the back entrance of the club.
“Ay, lil mama!” Trent called out. “Say I know you’re not dancing. I thought you wanted to give that up.”
Trent gave Kendra a concerned look. She smiled helplessly and said, “I just have to clear some things out and tell Bigg Boss. Now, it’s my turn to ask you. Do you trust me?”
Trent nodded. Then, he handed her a hundred dollar bill and said, “Make sure you get something to eat. I can’t have my shawty’s stomach growling loud like it was while you were in the car.”
As he kissed her on the forehead, she felt embarrassed. She then turned and walked to the club. When Kendra entered the club, she was greeted by Tank. He laughed, “What’s up, Ken? Your sister’s been blowing my phone up. Make sure you call her before she puts out an APB on you.”
Kendra playfully shoved him. “I’ll call her when I’m done. I promise.”
Kendra strolled to the back. She saw several of her favorite tippers; she talked to some for a few, and she ignored the others ‘cause they were downright drunk in the middle of the day. Kendra kept right on walking towards the dressing area. The Honey Dripper was working the main stage. She always set the place on fire when she performed her signature move. It made all the niggas go wild. Still, to this day, Kendra didn’t know how The Honey Dripper could drink a jar of honey, then masturbate while honey came running out of her vagina.
Kendra was cleaning out her locker when White Chocolate came and told Kendra that Bigg Boss had requested for her to dance. Kendra turned to her and said, “Nah, White. I’m finished here for good. I just came to get my things.”
Before Kendra could get another word out, another striper by the name Candy interrupted their conversation and said, “Oh, nah, Miss Spice thinks she’s too good to dance just cuz she’s fucking Bigg Boss. She thinks she can come and go as she pleases. Bitch, please! I have news for you. You ain’t all that!”
Candy walked up on Kendra. It was known that these two didn’t get along. Candy was jealous of Kendra because she was top ranked in the club and because Big Boss let her have her way. Truth be told, Kendra was a young commodity, while Candy was low key.
“I don’t give a fuck what the next bitch thinks of me,” Kendra stated. “I have dreams and goals to accomplish outside this club.”
“Bitch, please,” Candy spat.
“Check, Candy. I’m not going to be anymore of your bitches.”
White Chocolate could sense the tension. She stepped in between them, but Kendra pushed White out the way to let Candy know that it was whatever she wanted to do. When Candy put her fingers in Kendra’s face, all hell broke loose. Kendra struck first, connecting with Candy’s jaw. As Candy was holding her face, Kendra wasted no time, landing punch after punch, but Candy had a good grip on Kendra’s ponytail, and she wasn’t letting go. Kendra bit down on Candy’s arm, but Candy didn’t release her grip. They went blow for blow. While trying to break up the madness, White Chocolate screamed for help. As she screamed, she was knocked to the ground. Upon hearing White’s screams, Tank and Bigg Boss burst through the door.
“What the fuck is going on?” Bigg Boss yelled with fury in his eyes when he saw how White Chocolate was laid out. Kendra and Candy were still going toe to toe.
“Oh, shit! We missed the royal rumble,” Tank laughed.
“Somebody better start talking right fucking now!” Bigg Boss yelled, standing in between the two of them. “Speak the fuck up!”
It didn’t take a genius to tell that Boss was mad.
“Fuck that shit,” Candy spat. “Your hoe needs a fucking reality check.”
Kendra cracked Candy on the nose at that comment. Blood gushed out immediately.
“I told you I’m not going to be anymore of your hoes or bitches!”
Kendra was on one to the fullest. She was on fire.
“Yo, Spice! I can’t have you fucking up my organization. Instead of being back here, your ass needs to be on stage, making some money. That goes for all y’all. I can’t take this shit now. Spice, Imma have to suspend you for two weeks.”
While Bigg Boss was talking, Candy was smirking and still talking shit. Kendra laughed and said, “You can keep your funky-ass suspension. I’m done here. I don’t need you.”
Kendra grabbed her belongings and walked out. She looked a hot mess, but she still strolled with pride. After she got inside her car, she called her sister. Nia answered without saying hello and went straight to balling her younger sister out.
“Kendra, where the fuck have you been? I called your phone over a hundred times, so what’s up? Talk to me! Shit!”
“Look, Nia. I’m not in the mood for your shit, okay?”
“Fuck you mean ‘you’re not in the mood’?” Nia cursed.
Kendra was irritated, so she said, “If you’re gonna talk shit, then I’mma hang the fuck up. Now, I called you for a reason. I’ll tell you where I was at when I’m ready to.”
Nia got quiet and let her sister continue. Kendra said, “Listen. I just fought that bitch Candy in the club when I went to get my things.”
Nia said, “Wait a minute! When did this happen? So, you were out last night? With who?”
Kendra smacked her lips and said, “Damn, Nia! Let me finish. Anyways, I was chopping it up with White Chocolate when Candy came in talking shit, so we squared off. I beat that bitch’s ass. Then, White screamed for help. To make a long story short, Bigg Boss had the audacity to suspend me.”
“What about Candy’s ghetto ass?”
“Who gives a fuck! I cursed Boss’s ass out and walked out,” Kendra answered.
“Damn,” Nia exclaimed!
“And Boss ain’t said shit.”
“And you still fucking this nigga? Nah! Look. I’ll be there in a few.”
Kendra disconnected the call; she didn’t want to relive the moment when she was first hired at the club. At the tender age of nineteen, Kendra applied at Starlight as a waitress, but, she changed her mind when she saw how men were spending damn near their entire life’s savings on the dancers as they popped and shook their asses. Kendra was led by Tank to a big office in the back. That was where she was introduced to Bigg Boss.
“So, you want to be a waitress?” Bigg Boss asked. He never turned around to see who was standing behind him. Nervously, Kendra nodded her head and answered, “Yes.”
“Well, have you ever waitressed before?” Bigg Boss asked.
“Yes,” Kendra answered.
“Good. The job pays minimum wage, which is six fifty an hour plus tips.”
Upon hearing this information, Kendra asked if there were any openings for dancers. After she asked that, Bigg Boss turned and took a look at Kendra. Then, he said, “You want to dance? You sure you have what it takes?”
Kendra laughed. Then, she answered, “How hard could it be?”
She was now pumped with adrenaline. Bigg Boss commanded, “Stand up, so I can see what you’re working with.”