Jackie D. - Life After A Balla

As Asia watched him walk off, she remembered Divine having a big dick that he really knew how to use well. And with him signing with a major record label, the chances of him getting some pussy was definitely a plus. Asia knew once she spent a little time with him, the money she needed to move out the hotel and into a temporary one bedroom apartment would soon come. She was just that good.

When Asia finally walked back across the street to her truck the baby was crying. She became irritated thinking about all the fun she was missing out on by having to take care of a child. If it wasn’t for him being her meal ticket to a better life, Asia would’ve surely gotten an abortion. She reached in the back and grabbed him.

“I’ll be glad when your lil’ ass go to sleep. I got some shit to do tonight.”

Several hours later, Asia was dressed and ready for the party. Her black strapless mini dress that was embellished with sequins was guaranteed to turn some heads. Not only did she have a goal of chasing after Divine’s new cash flow, she was also taking bids from anybody else willing to contribute to her dry ass bank account. Asia checked herself out in the mirror one last time. She was having a hard time breathing with her girdle on, but had to make sure the fat on her stomach was tightly tucked away.

All I need is some money for a tummy tuck and I’m back in business , she thought.

Since Asia didn’t have anyone to watch her son, she’d already breastfed him, made sure he was dry, then put him on the bed in between some pillows as soon as he fell asleep. Her plan was to keep sneaking out the party and running back across the street to check on him throughout the night.

“What could go wrong?” she convinced herself.

After fussing with her hair one more time, Asia finally left her hotel room and headed across the street to the party. As she approached the exclusive hotel, Asia watched as several nice cars pulled up to the valet. When she saw a black Maybach Exelero with tinted windows pull up she was speechless. As she stood watching, a tall, brown skinned guy with pair of Gucci Avaitor sunglasses got out. Asia never understood why people wore sunglasses at night, but nevertheless, he was still stylish, and she could tell he was cute. A few seconds later, his entourage arrived in two freshly detailed Suburban’s. The tall cutie and Asia gave each other eye contact. He definitely had money and Asia admired his style.

“Sandino is my Plan A, Divine is my Plan B and I think I see my Plan C. But then again he’s driving a damn Maybach so he might be Plan A,” she chuckled.

They both continued to stare at one another until he finally took his eyes off her to give valet his keys. When the passenger door opened a light skin woman popped out.

“Why the fuck do you keep eye balling my fucking husband, bitch?” the woman ranted.

Asia moved her head back and forth like she was looking for the person the woman could’ve been talking to.

“Yes, I’m talking to you!” she yelled as if she read Asia’s mind.

However, before Asia could respond, the tall cutie walked over to the woman. “Baby, chill the fuck out. I told you if you started that shit tonight you were getting sent home.”

Asia laughed before strutting inside the hotel. She didn’t have time to get into a cat fight over some nigga, especially one she hadn’t even fucked yet.

I wonder if they’re going to Divine’s party? I hope I don’t have to hurt nobody. I’m on a mission to seek cash tonight so all that other shit is irrelevant .

When Asia entered the plush art deco lobby it was nice and elegant. A far cry from the dump she was staying in.

I miss luxury hotels , Asia thought as she followed a small group of people onto the elevator to the roof top party.

When she got off the elevator and stepped onto the roof, it was a luxurious oasis that had a birds-eye view over the glistening Atlantic beach. She seemed to catch every man’s attention as she navigated her way through the thick crowd.

Moments later, Asia watched as the crowd went wild when the DJ started playing one of Divine’s songs off his new album. It wasn’t long before she found herself moving to the music. She had to admit, Divine had skills, and it was definitely a song that was radio ready.

She searched the roof for Divine and finally spotted him near the DJ booth talking to the same tall brown skin cutie from outside. As soon as she walked over, Divine greeted her with a big hug.

“Asia, I’m glad you came. We poppin’ bottles all night,” Divine said before looking at her attire. “You look sexy as shit in that dress,” he whispered in her ear.

“Thanks,” she responded with a slight grin.

The tall cutie couldn’t stop staring at Asia and she knew he liked what he saw. However, his pit-bull wife who had just walked up stared Asia down the entire time and she returned the glare right back at her.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Divine said to the guy and his wife before grabbing Asia by the hand and heading towards the bar. Grabbing a bottle of Moet, he poured both of them a glass.

I probably shouldn’t be drinking since I’m still breast feeding, but a little bit won’t hurt , she thought. Asia raised her glass for a toast. “Here’s to your new record deal,” she said, touching his glass with hers.

“To my record deal,” Divine mimicked. “I’ll definitely drink to that shit.”

Over the next few minutes, Asia sipped on her champagne and enjoyed meeting all the different people Divine had introduced her to. Asia could see a lot of the women cutting their eyes at her as she clung to Divine, but she didn’t care. She was the one going to be with him tonight, so they just had to get over it.

As soon as Divine excused himself to go handle something, Asia knew it was time to slip out and go check on the baby. She put her glass down on the table and walked to the elevator and out the door. After quickly running back across the street, Asia looked down at her watch when she reached her hotel door. She’d been gone exactly one hour. When she put her key card in the door, Asia quietly eased it open and tip toed inside. He was still sound asleep in the same spot.

“That’s a good boy,” she said after making her way back to the door and closing it.

As soon as she walked back onto the rooftop a few minutes later, Divine instantly came over and handed her another glass of champagne.

“Where you been? I thought I’d lost you.” When the DJ played another one of Divine’s songs, he started doing a little two step. “Come on, let’s dance,” he said, pulling her to the dance floor.

Asia was finally having some fun as she and Divine danced three songs in a row. It had been so long since she’d danced, every move felt good. She held her glass up as Divine poured her more champagne. While Divine sat in one of the plush chairs with Asia in his lap, two of Divine’s friends came over and pulled him away from her. Immediately getting upset, Asia had no idea what was going on or what that was all about until she watched as several ugly strippers pranced into the party. From their cheap looking dresses, clear sky high heels and oiled bodies, it didn’t take much to know that’s exactly what the women did for a living. As soon as the DJ played one of Uncle Luke’s fast paced songs, the women immediately started taking off their clothes, which sent the guys into an immediate uproar. They all began pulling out wads of money, and soon started making it rain with nothing lower than a twenty.

Throwing back two more glasses of champagne, Asia watched in amazement until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Fuck this. I look ten times better than those hood rat bitches. I refuse to let them get all the money while I just sit around broke,” she said, reaching inside her dress and popping the snaps on her girdle.