Page 15 of Queen of the Pole

“Damn girl. You killing me. I’m about to be fucked up about you in a minute,” Kilo said from behind me.

“I’m just acting nigga. Don’t get carried away,” I talked a little shit to him after I removed my hands from covering my face.

“You a damn good actor then. That shit was legit. What you doing when we finish working?” he asked me.

“Hanging out with my girl,” I told him.

“Where ya’ll going? Come to the club with us. I’m pulling up later with my niggas. I have a hosting tonight. I want to continue being around you,” he said to me.

“Don’t you have a bitch? Multiple bitches at that?” I asked, batting my eyes at him, while tilting my head to the side, dying to hear what his answer was going to be.

“I ain’t married. I can move how I want to move. I didn’t stand before God, and vow that I wouldn’t cheat on my wife. We all are single until we tie the knot,” he responded, and I rolled my eyes at that foolishness because it sounded like some shit that every cheating ass nigga would say.

Notice he never denied the fact that he had a bitch, or bitches. I’m telling you, it’s always shit in the blogs with him. He has so many hoes that he’s dealing with.

“I’ll pass on the offer. It sounds like stepping out with you is the equivalent of participating in a circus. Plus, I got my own circus that I’m dealing with back home in Miami,” I voiced, reaching my hand out, so that I could push him back, and stand up.

My robe was still off, so the only thing that I was wearing was my lace bra, and panties. Kilo couldn’t help the way that he was staring at me. You could see the lust in his eyes. His jaw was damn near on the floor.

“I wouldn’t put you in the middle of a circus, love. Come out with me. Bring your girl with you tonight. Ya’ll can vibe with us. Get put up in our section with us. Food, drinks, hookah, all that shit is on us tonight. We celebrating me tonight because I got a little hosting tonight, but I really want to make it about you. We only made it through the first part of the music video, but you already killing shit. Let’s celebrate us tonight,” his words sounded so beautiful. Yes, I could tell that he was full of shit, but his words were beautiful, nonetheless.

“I’ll see how I’m feeling once we wrap this up,” I replied.

“I’ll take that. Anything is better than you telling me no,” he replied.

I was at this this shoot for a little over six hours. We used so many areas of this big ass house. A lot of the scenes took place in the bedroom though. Other than that, we utilized the kitchen too. I loved the kitchen scene. A chef came out and cooked for all of us, but with some of the food, we used it for props, pretending as if I cooked for Kilo, once we finished fuckin in the bedroom.

We utilized the driveway too. Did another spicy scene in the bathroom, and the last scene ended in one of his cars. I’ve done plenty of music videos over the years, but I have to say that this was my favorite one. A lot of rappers that have asked me to star in their videos have been so lame. The money that they had was their entire personality. You could tell that they were the kind of kids in school that never got any bitches too. The way they would be overly touching me, grabbing on me, and doing a bunch of shit to make me feel uncomfortable.

Kilo wasn’t like that with me. I never felt uncomfortable throughout this entire shoot with him. Because he didn’t leave a bad taste in my mouth, once the shoot wrapped up, I agreed that Lyric and I would go out to his hosting tonight. Hell, Lyric and I were probably going to hit up the club tonight anyways, so we might as well go with him.

“Hitta going to fuckin hate you when this music video comes out. It was so organic. Ya’ll look so fuckin good together. Like a real fuckin couple. My good girl, I thought you were going to let the nigga fuck you on the bed. I started fanning myself,” Lyric said to me, as she took a seat on the bed.

We were in one of the guest bedrooms. I was switching out of my clothes and throwing the hoodie and jogger set that I arrived in. It was just the two of us in the bedroom, so now I could finally say all the things to her that I’ve been holding in since the shoot started this afternoon.

“Lyric, when that nigga tossed me, and put me on all fours, I could have died. I felt his dick. I swear to God I was about to give ya’ll a fuckin show,” I voiced, and after I said it, she started laughing.

“How did it feel? You think he’s packing, or it’s small?” she asked.

“Girl, he’s packing! I literally felt it. Look how them bitches be on social media, arguing with each other over that dick. Not only is it big, but I’m sure he knows how to work it too. I’m not about to get myself wrapped up with Kilo though. He’ll treat me the exact same way that Hitta’s ass treats me. It wouldn’t make sense to leave one dog for the next,” I said.

Lyric didn’t see it the same way that I did. She kept going on and on, telling me that I should fuck with Kilo, giving him a chance. She hated Hitta for me, so I think she would want me with anyone else in the world, rather than Hitta.

I tuned her ass out, so that I could finish getting dressed, and as I was doing that, my phone started vibrating on the bed. I looked down to see who was calling me. It was my auntie Twan facetiming me. I knew she would be calling soon. She knew that I’d flown to Atlanta for the music video, so I knew she would be checking in, wanting to see how it was going. She was deeply involved in everything that I had going on in my life, and very supportive. I’m telling you, she’s supposed to be my mother. Not the mother that I actually had.

I accepted the call, and the second I did, her beautiful face appeared on the screen. Not only was it her face that I was looking at, but my handsome nephew Nico was right there in her arms. I immediately started cooing once I saw his handsome self. He was only four months old, but he was sitting up, chilling in her arms, looking like a big boy. He was his father’s twin. He had Juvie’s entire face. The only thing that he inherited from my sister was her chocolate skin, her fine hair, and her deep dimples. Other than that, he looked as if his dad had spit him out.

“Hi auntie. Hi auntie man. Look at you. You look like a big boy today. I miss you so much fat man,” I cooed to him, and he sat back in my auntie’s arms, rocking his little body back and forth, smiling, happy to hear my voice, and see me.

“What’s up Toot? How was the shoot?” my aunt asked me, after I finished talking to my nephew.

From her background, I could tell that she was at my mom’s house. She was sitting at the dining room table.

“It was good. Lyric took pictures and videos. I’ll send them to you once we get off the phone. Auntie, that nigga was so damn fine. My God!” I told her, and she started laughing.

“And that’s why I called because the nigga is fine, so I wanted to see what was up. I know you told me that ya’ll had to do a few spicy scenes. How did that go?” she asked, having to adjust the way that she was holding the phone because Nico was reaching for it, trying to take it out of her hands.

At four months, he was such a busy body, always trying to get a hold of things, so that he could put it in his mouth.