Kelvin Jackson: It Was All A Dream

“Look Lon. This is your show and you been runnin’ it for a while. All I ask is that you use your best judgment. I got a lot invested in you,” said K.

“Yo, K. Come and check this shit out,” said Blass coming in Lonnie’s front door with something in his hand.

K took the STATE OF VIRGINIA driver’s license out of Blass’s hand and looked at it. K’s heart skipped a beat and then started to beat rapidly.

“Where the fuck you get this from?” K asked Blass

“When I seen that cracker come in here, I went and checked to see who he came here wit. Mafuckas out in the yard said he drove a cab so I went and checked it out. I opened the backdoor of the cab to see if it was anybody inside duckin down and shit. When the inside light came on I seen that shit layin on the backseat.”

That was one of the reasons K had so much love for his dudes. Because they stayed on point. But now his focus was shifted and he had a personal interest in the white dude in Lonnie’s bedroom. As K looked at Mattie’s face on her license he was bombarded by an array of mixed emotions. K told Lonnie he wanted to holla at Paul. When he entered the room Paul was visibly confused as well as nervous. Lonnie was still clueless as to what was going on.

“This chick been in your taxi? “ K asked holding the license up to Paul’s face.

“Dam she must have dropped that when I dropped her off at work a little while ago. She’s a regular as well as gorgeous. I’ll make sure she gets it- “said Paul reaching for the license.

K grabbed his fingers and twisted them viciously. The sound of fingers breaking echoed disturbingly throughout the room.

“Aw fuck dude. What’s wrong?! “Paul screamed out in pain.

“Yo K, what’s going on? “asked puzzled Lonnie.

“Where is she now? “ K asked in an even determined tone ignoring Lonnie’s question.

“She’s at work over at the Five Star Cabaret! “

“You mean that white people strip club out in Commack? “ K asked in disbelief.

“Yeah she’s the headliner. Fill’s up the spot every Friday night.”

K heard voices talking, but his mind was racing with thoughts. He was brought back by Lonnie’s wife knocking on the door telling him that he had even more customers. Lonnie was still oblivious as to what was happening until he finally blurted out in frustration, “will somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?!”

As K and Blass rolled up Deer Park Avenue headed towards Commack Road which led to the strip club, K was mentally kicking himself in the ass. He hated the fact that he sometimes reacted off emotions instead of thinking the situation through. After apologizing to Paul and Lonnie, K explained the situation to Lonnie. Lonnie looked at K like he’d lost his mind. He knew Lonnie wanted to check him for snatching up a white dude in his crib over a bitch, knowing that that could bring police problems none of them wanted.

K had grilled and interrogated Paul for as much info on Mattie as he could. He also gave him a few grams after the fact in hopes that he wouldn’t hold his actions towards him against Lonnie. It was safe to assume all was forgiven the way Paul’s eyes lit up. They were about halfway through their second blunt when K turned into the parking lot of the club. K passed the blunt to Blass as they cruised past the large neon sign that read, nude dancers. He pulled into the parking space and turned down the radio.

“I won’t be in here long. I just need to take care of sumn,“ said K passing Blas the.45 Glock automag.

“Go head and handle yo binness big cuzzin. I’m good,” Stated Blass and took a long deep drag off the Vanilla Dutch.

K hopped out the rental and walked toward the entrance. There were groups of drunken white men in business suits flowing through the parking lot. He joined the long line leading to the entrance. He got a couple of sideways glances being that he wasn’t the type of customer the establishment primarily catered to. But K wasn’t there to look at the bony white broads with the huge fake ta ta’s. He approached the two large bouncers at the front entrance. They eyed him suspiciously. After waving the metal detector wand over his body, he was allowed to pay the cover charge and enter. K guessed once they took note of the 3 g $taxxx he pulled out, they rationalized that he wasn’t there to scout the spot for stick-up victims from their establishment.

The inside of the club was enormous. Three floors of 50 scantily clad women in pursuit of those almighty banknotes. K headed over to the first floor bar that enclosed the main stage in a half circle. There was a green eyed brunette with long straight hair that hung past her ass. She sported a set of 44 triple e’s big as soccer balls, that had just finished up her set. He found a seat just off the side of center stage and was immediately approached by a club dancer.

“Buy a lady a drink big guy?”

K turned around and was pleasantly surprised with what he saw. Cutey was a medium brown complexion with light brown dancing eyes that sparkled in the clubs lighting. She sported a jazzy shoulder length bob hairdo with gold and auburn highlights. Her grapefruit sized breasts straining against her cream colored top demanded attention.

“Puleeeazze? I really need a drink and I’ve only made $30 in the last two hours. I don’t know what’s wrong with these dudes tonight,” she said sounding defeated.

“Yeah cutey. Get what you want. Sheeit I don’t know what’s wrong wit dees mafuggas either.”

She gave K the most beautiful smile and stood on the foot rail that ran under the bar. She was almost in his lap as she leaned over the bar to get the bartenders attention. What she was really giving him was a bird’s eye view of her real estate. A little more advertising for his investment. He was impressed. She took a peek over her shoulder to make sure he was looking and gave him that smile again. He almost forgot the main reason he was there.

After the bartender brought over their drinks; a Heineken for him and a cranberry juice and vodka for her, they began to converse. She was originally from The BX (Bronx), but attended CW POST, a college only a few miles away. It wasn’t long before the stage lights were dimmed and the DJ made an announcement for Jasmine, the Island Beauty.

“This is my bitch! She about to do her thang! Always steals the show! These white broads can’t stand her cause she make more dough than all o them,” said brown eyes.

Just then K saw the opportunity he was looking for. He pulled out a $tack of bills and placed a $50 in her thong. He then turned her around and pulled her back so her ass was on his dick and wrapped his hands around her waist. She grind her bubble on his crotch and felt him swell. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled and licked her lips. She had plans on making him peel more from that bankroll.

“Well all my attention is focused on you tonight,” K whispered in her ear.

As the music began, K could see the silhouette of a figure that he literally knew every curve of.

“Fellas. This is what you’ve all been waiting for. The sexy.The mysterious.The exotic.Jasmine!”

Maybe that last drink was a little too strong, Mattie thought to herself as she heard her stage name being announced. Shake it off and get in your zone, she told herself repeatedly as the curtain rose and she was overtaken by the bright light. The applause and whistles of affirmation sent a wave of butterflies through her stomach. The liquor helped but could never totally take away the feeling of nervousness she sometimes felt while on stage. It wasn’t long before the sound of the music pumping through the speakers mixed with the weed and liquor tuned out her reality.