Page 8 of Beyond The Stars

Qamar cut his eyes at Drake. “And I don’t want to be your Keith Sweat ass either. Always begging for the pussy.”

“But you was paying for the pussy,” Drake shot back, quick on his toes. The two of them died laughing. They were both high and feeling good after a long day of practice.

“Y’all want a picture?” the voice quieted Qamar’s laughter.

Siasia knew what she was doing. From the moment they walked in, she was plotting how she was going to get next to him. Dressed like one of the dancers, she left little to the imagination. Shaped like a coke bottle, Siasia was what you called sexy. Her name had to be in the example part of the dictionary under sex appeal.

Qamar straightened his back. “Sia,” he hummed, licking his lips at her nipples pebbling.

Siasia wanted to cover herself, knowing her arousal of him was on full display. “Do you want a picture?”

“Since when photographers started taking pictures dressed like that?” Qamar inquired.

“When bitches learned to hustle,” she challenged him with her eyes, daring him to say the wrong thing. “Do you want a picture? It’s almost time for my set.”

“Hell yea.” Drake stood, ready to pose. He was higher than he should’ve been and couldn’t tell the question was directed at Qamar and Qamar only.

Stretching his hand out to stop his partner, Qamar stood instead. Sexily, he bit into his lip while circling around Siasia. The sound of him growling once his eyes were on her backside caused bumps to pierce her glistening skin. Her body shivered when his face was at the crook of her neck and his arms were around her juicy body.

“I want a selfie.” Qamar’s voice made her pussy juice up.

Siasia knew the thin material on her cheaply made thong wouldn’t stand a chance at the tsunami he created between her legs. “Professionals don’t take selfies.” She smirked, stretching her arm out to get the perfect angle of the two of them.

Her camera snapped a few times, with him going between having a straight face to burying his face further into her neck to him sealing it with a kiss on her cheek. Siasia’s skin flushed with heat.

Clearing her throat, she created distance between them. “These are on the house since I owe you. I’m up next.” Her vanilla scent lingered as she walked away after passing him his photos.

“She needs to be in jail for all that wagon she’s dragging.” Drake whistled, hypnotized by the shake of her ass.

Qamar popped him upside the head. “Chill nigga.”

“So you calling dibs?”

He smirked. That was a clear indication that he was indeed calling dibs. It was their bro code. If you didn’t want to share or wanted to take things further with a girl, you had to let it be known from jump. That way, your boy wouldn’t be inappropriate.

Drake shook his head. “As if you don’t already have enough on your plate.”

Qamar couldn’t agree more. However, Siasia seemed worth the headache he was sure he was going to endure by pursuing her. She felt comfortable. Familiar. She reminded him of home and that feeling he only felt when he was tucked tightly between his family.

Slow music started to play as the DJ hyped up the next line up of dancers. The lights in the club were low. As the smoke from the many blunts in rotation mixed into the air, it gave off a hazy look.

Jhene Aiko’s soft voice filled the club as Siasia’s twisted and turned her body to the sway of the music. “It’s whatever you want. I want to please you more. Whatever turns you on, just let me know.” Siasia’s lips moved to the lyrics. It was an oldie but a goodie. Not many new artist were making music that resonated like the 2020s.

Qamar’s eyes found hers like two magnets. She was so confident and sure of herself. He saw through it though. Her eyes held a look that reminded him of his big sister. The way Luna’s smile never met her eyes on the days when she was overworked and too damn young to be carrying him and everyone else around. Siasia’s slanted eyes told a story most would miss. Not Qamar, though. His feet had a mind of their own as he found himself in front of the stage, watching her with intensity.

His light brown eyes were intimidating but Siasia would never let anyone fuck up her money. Moving away from him, she twirled her body in front of an older guy who liked the show and tossed her a few dollars. She bent over to hold onto her ankles, making her ass clap together, gaining her more money from another man who liked the performance as well.

Siasia didn’t make a ton of money working in the club but dancing coupled with her wonky photography business and her side ventures was enough to often pay for a semester in school and help with stuff around the house. Anything extra, she used to thrift and take care of Noodle with. It wasn’t the ideal life of a twenty-year-old, still it was better than nothing, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

She wrapped up her performance as the song faded out, signaling another dancer to make her way up there. Before she could exit the stage, Qamar’s hands were back on her damp skin like she was his.

“Come fuck with me.” He glared into her eyes, bypassing everything that sat at the surface.

“Okay, let me go change and pay out. Give me like thirty minutes.” Siasia didn’t need much convincing. Plus, he’d already paid for her time the other night and she was fair even in her line of business.

Rushing to the back, she had never been more ready to spend time with a boy. If she searched her memory rolodex, she’d find she had never been so eager. The newness of it all gave her anxiety ridden butterflies. In the back, Siasia grabbed her bag from the corner of the room that held her sweat suit. The club she worked in wasn’t fancy and didn’t have lockers like the clubs she saw on TV. Good thing no one had sticky fingers and pretty much stayed to themselves. The door was pushed open as she counted out her payout for the night. The club took twenty percent of all her earnings which included anything she made taking pictures.

“So, you ‘bout to leave with Qamar again?” Ally sat on the bench across from her. “That nigga is fine as hell. I will give him that.”

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