Page 14 of Queen of the Pole

“Ya’ll sure ya’ll never met before?” Keith, the director came over and asked with a smile on his face.

“Nah. I only had the pleasure of seeing her pretty ass face online. I’m making you nervous, love? Why you stumbled over your lines?” Kilo asked me.

He had a deep ass voice. I could tell the nigga was dangerous. I just knew that he had a few bitches tucked away somewhere that didn’t play about his ass.

“A nigga has never in their life made me nervous,” I looked him in his eyes, lying to him, knowing damn well that I did just get a little nervous around him.

He smiled at what I said to him. I’m sure he knew that I was lying too. As we were taking a quick break, someone from hair and make-up went over to him, so they could brush through his waves. A couple of people came over to me. One was fixing the bra that I was wearing, while the other one was fixing the panties, and the robe. I had someone else standing behind me, touching up my hair. While they were doing that, Lyric walked over.

I appreciated Lyric so much for coming with me. Dream, my best friend from high school couldn’t make it because she was out of town. Eden, my godsister was nine months pregnant, getting ready to pop any moment now. When Lyric found out about the music video, she immediately jumped on it, telling me that she would fly out here with me, so that I didn’t have to do it alone.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Lyric came over to me and said.

“The nigga is making me a little nervous,” I whispered it to her.

Kilo wasn’t standing that far away, so I didn’t want him hearing me. When I revealed that to Lyric, she smiled and stepped closer to me. She was taller than me, so she leaned down a little, putting her lips to my ear, fully prepared to whisper something that she only wanted me to hear.

“You better fuck this nigga too. The chemistry is there,” Lyric whispered and I laughed, while pushing her ass away from me.

See, I was wild, but Lyric was wilder. Well, Poison was wild. For the most part, Deja was levelheaded. At least, I tried to be.

The reset lasted about five more minutes. Everyone from hair and make-up walked away. Lyric walked away too, going for the front of the room. Now, it was back to just Kilo, and I.

“Alright, everybody back to one. Quiet on the set,” Keith ordered.

In seconds, it was quiet as hell in here. Keith let us know to pick up exactly where we’d left off, and once he yelled out action, I found my voice, so we could continue.

“Ima stop fuckin with you. The shit you do to me is embarrassing,” I got in his face.

“You say this same shit to me every other day. You ain’t leaving me,” when he said that, it triggered the fuck out of me because Hitta has said those exact same words to me multiple times.

I would prove him right because after all the threats that I would make, the rants that I would go on, telling him that I was going to leave him was all in vain because I never left.

“I’m about to go. I feel so fuckin disrespected,” I went on, about to walk away from his ass, but he pulled me by the back of the robe, allowing my body to crash against his hard chest.

I could have died once we touched. Literally, passed the hell out once I got a whiff of him.

“Disrespected how? Bae, it’s two in the fuckin morning, and you coming at me about bitches!” he was in my ear with his. I was able to forcefully turn myself around and push him off me.

“Bitches that you keep disrespecting me with! Why the fuck can’t you understand that shit, nigga?” I screamed, really in character now. I was triggered so badly, that I snapped, jumping on his ass, and I started swinging on him.

Mind you, none of this was a part of the script. You could tell that Kilo was used to this kind of wild behavior from women because he didn’t allow it to catch him off guard. He caught my ass mid- air, holding me by my hips, and he slammed me down on the bed. The slam caused the robe to fall off my shoulders. I was wilding, swinging on him, but he was able to grab my wrist, forcefully place them above my head, while pressing his knees into the bed, and staying on top of me.

“Calm your ass the fuck down! It’s bitches that’ll kill to be in your position. I’m getting sick and tired of this shit, bruh. I walk in the house every night, and we beefing about a new bitch!” he spat.

The cameras were all around us, getting this Oscar award acting that both of us were putting on. Looking into his eyes, I had no idea if I was in too deep into the acting, or if I was feeling the shots that I took, but he made my ass melt. I played the part exactly how it was written on script. Once we got to the bed, the plan was to get me to loosen up. I didn’t have to act right here. My body naturally melted once he checked me. I calmed down almost immediately.

We were supposed to share a kiss, and because of the passion that was so thick in the bedroom, as we were looking at each other, I already knew that the kiss was on the way. He still had his hands on my wrist, keeping them above my head. His knee was still on the bed. With him being this close to me, I was able to smell him even more. It was the kind of scent that made me want to reach out and bite his ass.

“We going to fuck or fight?” he asked, using the name of his song on me.

“Both,” I said the part that I was supposed to say, and almost instantly, he leaned his head down, allowing his face to go right in front of me, and he kissed me on my lips.

It was on from there. The way we kissed, you would think that we were already so familiar with each other’s lips. He ended up letting my wrist go, so I was able to wrap my arms, and my legs around him. My arms went around his neck, while my legs wrapped around his waist. I tuned out everything, and everyone that was around me.

Kilo ended up flipping me, putting me down on my stomach, but he stayed on top of me. He pulled me up, where I got on all fours, and he removed the robe that I was wearing. Here I was, face down ass up for him, and I turned my head around to kiss him some more. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, where I sucked on it. During the kiss, I felt his dick rise and jump in his jeans. Feeling that, it caused me to moan, and the second the moan escaped my lips, and I remembered where the fuck I was at, I quickly jumped, pulling away from the kiss. Like I was shy, I laughed, and picked my hand up, covering my eyes.

You could hear everyone in the room clapping, giving us praise, telling us how well we were doing, and that we carried on so naturally.