Page 38 of Beyond The Stars

With mixed emotions about Qamar, she needed an escape so the club had been a part of her daily routine for the last two weeks. Watching him walk away, leaving her in the park that night had her replaying every moment with him play by play— breaking it all down like a fraction because the signs had to be there. Then, her mind kept going to the picture of him and Janay with their precious newborn baby that was plastered all over the blogs.

When Devin Port’s newest song started, she did her big one. She wasn’t that good at climbing the pole but she could make her ass shake and work the floor like no other.

Siasia’s ass bounced to the beat. One cheek, two cheeks, she bent over in front of the mystery man who had been tossing money since she got on stage three songs ago.

When she looked up, her eyes connected with Brenden whose white skin had started to turn red from his anger. Brenden was her best customer before Qamar. In theory, he was her only customer contrary to the rumors of Lynn Beach University. Over the years, there had been others but Siasia always tried to take a step back from the line of work. That was where the club came in at. This time when the music stopped, she decided to take a break and work the floor. That and she was dying to get to know the fine ass man who couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

“Girl, he want you bad,” Ally sniggered, whispering in Siasia’s ear. “He fine as hell too.”

“I know, Ally. I’m going to ease my way over there before one of you other whores do it.”

“I don’t want who don’t want me, and I’m certain he ain’t stunting these snow bunnies.” They both laughed at that but never judged. Black girls wasn’t the only ones needing extra cash to survive. And with Lynn Beach being a college town, the dancers came in every flavor.

“Let me take my ass back on the floor. It’s some decent money in here tonight,” Ally said before sauntering away.

Before Siasia could get to the back to freshen up, Brenden was on her like he was her man. She hated when he did that; she hated how the desperation showed in his red eyes. Just hated all around how he didn’t mind approaching her in public. It often gave her chill bumps and not the good kind.

“Hey, Siasia,” Brenden slurred, digging his fingers into her sweaty stomach. “You done for the night?”

Flaring her nose, Siasia snatched away from him. “The fuck?!” She glared at him. “No, I’m not working tonight or any night. I told you that a few weeks ago.”

Brenden had an issue with taking no for an answer due to his privilege and not just because he was white. His father was the dean at Lynn Beach University. Brenden’s father was connected in all ways and that made his son feel inferior to everyone else. Especially the Black girl with the best pussy he’d ever had.

“What has been your problem, lately?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Brenden was cute in a chill white boy kind of way. He dressed nice and always smelled nice but the chemistry he liked to pretend was there, just wasn’t for Siasia.

Looking him in the eyes, she forced a smile. “Look, I’ll call you later and see what you’re up to. Okay?”

That must’ve been all he wanted to hear because his tight lips smiled. “Yea, you do that.” He hugged her before going back out to the floor. He wasn’t a fool and wanted to stick around to see where her night ended.

She relaxed, watching him disappear into the crowded club. Relief washed over her. Going into the dressing room, she sat on the bench to gather her bearings before she picked up her phone. She had numerous missed calls. As she went through the call log, her heart sank at the numerous times Noodle called her. Quickly, she called her back. Listening to the phone ring, her legs bounced.

“The fuck you at?” Qamar roared into the phone, shocking her.

She looked at the name on the screen confused. “Where is Noodle?” At the sound of Stacy’s voice her throat closed up. He was in the background going off.

“Aye, nigga, back the fuck up before I beat your ass like a real man supposed to. The fuck you over here beating on a woman for?” Qamar hollered. “Noodle, get your stuff. Matter fact, leave it. I’ll buy you whatever you need.”

Frantically, Siasia grabbed her bag. She didn’t care about changing clothes or throwing anything over her very revealing outfit. With her things in her arms, she ran out the club with the phone on speaker. Based on all the chaos she heard in the background, her only concern was Noodle and assessing the damage on her mama.

Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling up to her trailer where Qamar’s truck was parked. Siasia rushed out of the car, running into the house where he had Stacy hemmed up by the neck.

“Please!” Cynthia begged with her right eye swollen shut. “Just go!” she cried, knowing that Qamar stepping in would only cause more damage than good. That and she didn’t know him form a can of paint.

In shock, Siasia paused before getting in between Stacy and Qamar. “Let him go, Qamar,” she grabbed his arm, her body shaking from the deadly look in his eyes.

“Siasia, where are your clothes?” Cynthia yelled once she turned her head to get a better look at her daughter.

She stood with nothing but a cheap matching bra and thong set.

Stacy grunted at the sight of her. “So, this why you got this young nigga here? He your pimp or something?”

“What?! No!” Siasia snapped.

Qamar had eased his grip on Stacy neck slightly, still glaring at him. When Noodle opened the door for him, he only saw red. She had tears streaming down her pretty, light brown face. It reminded him of one of his own kids or one of his nieces. All he wanted to do was kill the monster under the bed.

Finally getting a good look at Siasia, his blood ran hotter. “Go put some fuckin’ clothes on and lets go before I catch a murder charge.” Angrily, he released Stacy, watching him hunch over to rub his neck. “Stay down before I put you down.”

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