When Hustles Flow pt 4

“Yes”, will that be a problem. “Uh uh” Thank you Kee Kee. However, this was a problem because its time for Connie to pick up Jonathan from his grandparents. Now she was faced with having to tell her parents what she had been doing all this time. “Ma, I need your help?” “I knew something was going one, what is it? A few weeks back I took a job as a bartender.” Oh, well that’s good, it will give you some extra money. Where are you bartending? Well, I was bartending Wednesday through Thursday but now they have asked me to work the weekend too. Where are you bartending? So I was wondering if you could help me out with Jonathan? Connie continued to dance around answering the question her mother was asking her. He could stay with you guys at night and I would come over in the morning, get him dressed and get him to school. CONNIE, WHERE ARE YOU BARTENDING? Her mother yelled in an irritated voice. Ah, at The Penthouse. What! Isn’t that a strip clubYes ma. Well why would you want to bartend there? Do they know you are a teacher and a mother? What kind of person wants to be involved with those people. You have always been attracted to hustlers and thugs. You need to let that lifestyle go, we have always given you anything we could. Why do you want to be surrounded by trouble? Ma! I can handle myself! Trudy fussed at Connie for about 30 minutes. 30 minutes of which Connie sat quietly on the other end of the phone. Knowing that if she said anything it would make it worse, after the lecture was over Trudy agreed to help with Jonathan.

She advised Connie that she was making a bad decision, but Connie had a hustle going that could not lose. The first week of school arrives. Connie was so tired Monday morning from working at the club the Sunday night but she was as energetic as the students about the first day of school. She loved teaching. She was down to earth with her students and they loved her for it. Monday went great, Tuesday went great, Wednesday went great, but Thursday was difficult. After falling asleep at 4 in the morning Connie was dreaming of that one of the dancers was teaching her to make her a*s cheeks clap when her alarm went off at 6:00am. The beep from the alarm clock played into the strip club music in her dream, she reached over and slammed her hand on the snooze button. She must have hit the snooze button one time too many. When she finally got up school was in session and she was not there to teach her class. “Ma, oh my gosh!” I must have overslept, she said in panic as she reached her mother on the phone. “Ma, where is Jonathan, I am on my way, I am sorry.” I took him to school already. I told you, you need to leave that club alone. Connie ignored this, she called in sick to Thurgood Marshall and went back to sleep. That night she went to work as usual. It was Friday a big money night for the bar.

 The music was jumping, the club had slowly filled with cigarette smoke, there is two stages for dancers to dance on. One on the far left of the room and one on the far right of the room. Each had a silver pole which connected from the middle of the stage to the ceiling. The stages were about as high of the ground as your average stair step and decorated with lines of lights. The girls were dressed in their spandex cat suite with holes in the right places. In DC the dancers are permitted to get naked, however at this point Connie was used to seeing naked women all night. For her it was about making money. The bar stayed busy, MeMe and Keymani were on point with Connie and they were making money as usual when Kelly approached the bar. Hey! CONNIE! She yelled over the music. Hey girl, how are you? Where have you been? Noticing that Kelly was dressed in a bathing suit looking spandex outfit with the back cut out and 10inch gogo boots Connie asked an obvious question, you dancing tonight? “Yeah! I have been dancing at other clubs so I decided that it was time to come back home. If you wanna make some real money, meet me in the bathroom in 10 minutes.” Ok, connie agreed. But she was unsure of wether or not she should find out what Kelly was talking about. Curiosity killed the cat, after about 12 minutes, Connie figured she had to at least find out what was going on since Kelly was cool and had bartended with her. Going into the bathroom of a strip club after the club started jumping was a no no. You never know what you might see.

Kelly met Connie at the door. “Wassup babe! I didn’t think you were gonna show. Pushing in the swinging black door they entered a small rectangle shaped bathroom with 3 stalls against the far wall, to the left was a short counter with a cracked mirror. Two sinks, one soap dispenser, and a brown paper towel dispenser like the ones in a middle school. The trash can was overflowing with brown paper towels, cigarette packs, cigarette buds, and tissue wrapped around God knows what. As they entered the bathroom in the middle stall, MeMe was laid back on the toilet with one left positioned on top of the tissue dispenser and the other pressed against the stall wall, Keymani was knelt down in front of her with two fingers pulling aside the spandex strip which was covering her vagina where Keymani’s faced is now buried. Connie was freaked out, “Oh, my gosh!” she gasped. “Yall b*****s need to close the damn door, Kelly yelled as she grabbed the stall door and slammed it. Connie was immovable. “Look b***h, Kelly began, while she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “Fix your face and listen to what the hell I am saying.” Connie adjusted and turned to Kelly. Yelling over MeMe’s pleasure moans Kelly explained, “if you wanna make some real money serve these at the bar” she said as she pulled a clear sandwich bag full of pills from under her breast