Rich or Famous...Rich Because You Can Buy Fame (3 page)

“You good?” I heard one of Phenomenon’s handlers ask as I sat quietly watching everything going on around me.

“I’m straight.”

“P wanted you to come over to sit at his booth.”

“I’m good for now, but let him know I’ll be over there shortly.” He nodded his head and headed back over to Phenomenon’s table. I glanced around the 2 level club which had three main spots, the Main Room, The Nugget Room and the Candle Room. The club was around 8,500 square feet and had about a 600 person capacity but tonight it felt like it was at least a thousand motherfuckers in the spot. As I continued to size up the area, I noticed complete mayhem breaking out towards the front of the club. My two security dudes that I had with me the majority of the time moved forward to see what the hell was going on. Then it seemed like every bird in the entire club stopped what they were doing and began flocking in the same direction.

“Who the fuck is these broads breaking their neck to see?” I asked Brice who was closest to me.

“It’s too many of them. I can’t see through the crowd.”

I leaned forward and a few seconds later I watched as some nigga with a fucking ridiculous entourage came strolling through the crowd like they owned the spot. I zeroed in on who looked to be the leader of the pack and quickly recognized him as Sway Stone. He and his entire crew had on all black except for the young lady, whose hand he was holding tightly. There was no doubt everybody knew who Sway was but the lady walked with so much confidence and swagger you would’ve thought she was the international star. She was wearing one of the shortest red dresses I had ever seen with some thigh high black boots. On most women the outfit would’ve looked whorish but with her body shape and size she was able to pull it off and make it seem sophisticated sexy. I found myself staring at her until she sat down with Sway in a private booth next to Phenomenon. She then pulled out a cigarette, lit it up and began smoking. I absolutely detested a woman who smoked but the way her long slender fingers held on to the cancer stick made it appealing.

I decided to take Phenomenon up on his offer and sit at his booth. As I made my way, I had a security guard in front and one in back of me. As I got closer to the table I turned in the woman’s direction and watched as she blew smoke from her glossy full lips. I briefly caught her eye or at least I thought I did but
she quickly pushed back a loose curl from over her eye and took a sip of her champagne as if she hadn’t noticed me.

“Yo Zo, I’m glad you finally decided to come over and show a brotha some love,” Phenomenon said as I sat down.

“I was letting you get settled in before I came crashing your party. There’s been women coming at you nonstop and I didn’t want to interrupt,” I laughed.

“You know I ain’t checkin’ for none of these chicks like that. One of these hoes will have a nigga fucked up behind some bullshit. I got too much shit poppin’ off to let that happen.”

“That’s true but it’s only right you have a little fun too.”

“No doubt! You know I’m gettin’ it in but I’m careful. What I need is to get me a main shorty that rock wit’ me all the time. Like look at that nigga Sway,” Phenomenon pointed his chin in their direction. “Did you see the bad bitch he came up in here wit?”

“Nah, I didn’t notice,” I lied and said.

“Shiiit, I need one of those. I can dress her up, take her everywhere wit’ me and not even worry about these other broads. And every now and then when I feel like switching it up, I can.”

“You already sounding like a veteran in the game. So all I can say is be careful ‘cause you still a
rookie.”

“Hey Phenomenon…” a teenage lookinggroupie smiled, cutting off our conversation. I welcomed the interruption because I wanted to focus my attention back on the person who motivated me to come over to sit down with him in the first place. I was trying to size her up without it being obvious. As I caught myself trying to sneak a peek, I couldn’t believe this woman had me acting like a nigga with a school boy crush. I didn’t have those even when I was a teenager. But I wanted her and I rarely ever wanted anything besides money so I had to have her.

I sat patiently and watched as they were drinking, smoking, dancing and continued this same routine over and over again. I was waiting for a small window of opportunity to make my move and finally it came. Sway and a bunch of others went upstairs and the woman I was checking for stayed in the booth with one other female. They weren’t engaging in any conversation so I figured it was the perfect moment to see where her head was at.

“Would you like another bottle of champagne?” I offered noticing her glass was low and there wasn’t another bottle on the table.

“Excuse me?” she questioned with a slight northern accent.

“I said would you like another bottle? I noticed your glass was empty.”

“Sure,” she said nonchalantly. She lifted her glass up and as I poured the champagne she looked off as if trying not to acknowledge me.

“So what’s your name?”

“Oh, since you gave me some champagne I’m supposed to tell you my name?”

“You don’t have to but I would like if you did.” She paused for a few seconds and I could tell she was quickly trying to size me up, something I had been doing to her all night.

“Dior, my name is Dior.”

“That name fits you.”

“Why is that?”

“It just does. Why don’t you let me take you out to dinner, Dior?”

“You must didn’t see who I came in here with.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because if you had you would know that I don’t do dinner with just anybody.”

“I wouldn’t expect any less because I’m not just anybody.”

“Well you sure ain’t Sway Stone and that’s who I’m with.”

“There ain’t nothing Sway Stone can do for you that I can’t do.”

“Oh really?”

“I didn’t stutter.”

“Can you have me walking down red carpets? No. Can you have the paparazzi breaking their necks
trying to take our pictures? No. Can you have me all up in the blogs and magazines with everybody checking for me because I’m on the arm of a superstar? No. Can you have me in the front row of the hottest designers during fashion week? No. So as cute as you are, you can’t do for me everything that Sway can.”

“So all you’re interested in is being in the limelight?”

“I call it fame, baby. That’s what being with Sway is going to get me because I need a lot more than free champagne to make me happy.”

I laughed to myself at the lack of shame this woman had in her game. Running the streets I had dealt with all sorts of women but this one right here was a piece of work. She was so blatantly shallow that it made me find her even more intriguing.

“Dior, just go out to dinner with me. I promise you, after doing so you won’t want anybody else but me. And trust, Sway has nothing on my pockets.”

“I don’t care about your money because it can’t buy me what I want, which is fame. So thanks for the champagne but I need to go find my man before one of these scavengers in here tries to take my place.”

With those parting words, just like that she was gone. In all my years of dealing with women I had never met one that didn’t bite and never did I have to play the money card to get them to do so. But here I was justifying my pockets and she still
didn’t want any part of me. I didn’t even know how to classify her. It couldn’t be a gold-digger because she didn’t want my bread. It couldn’t be a ho ‘cause she wasn’t giving up no pussy. The only thing I could come up with was a fame chaser. But could I really fault her for that? I chased money all day long so we both chased but she was chasing something else. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I needed to consider doing the same thing.

Dior

Shut It Down

I struggled to open my eyes as the sun glared through the massive floor to ceiling length windows. With the tip of my fingers I gently massaged my closed eyelids and slowly worked my way outwards trying to center and calm my mind. Waking up groggy and sluggish was typical so by now I knew what worked and what didn’t. Within a few minutes I was able to gain some focus and the first thing I noticed was Sway spread out in the middle of the bed and some chick that was a mutt curled up on the other side of him. I couldn’t tell what she was mixed with but with Miami girls most of the time you didn’t. I lifted the silk sheet off of me exposing my naked body. The crazy part was, I didn’t even remember taking off my clothes. I headed straight to the kitchen and opened the drawer to get my bottle of Adderral. I
didn’t even bother getting a glass instead I grabbed the bottle of champagne to wash down my pill.

This was like a routine that I never got tired of. If I needed something to wake me up and keep my adrenaline going all day, Adderral never let me down. It was like being on crack without smoking a pipe. It would even kill my hunger and make me forget to eat. But to keep up with the lifestyle Sway lived I had no choice. He popped pills to get up and some more to get down which didn’t include all the other recreational drugs he did, so all I was trying to do was keep up.

“Hey, do you have something I can put on? I’m about to take a shower and my clothes smell like smoke. So of course I don’t want to put them back on.”

The girls loud bubbly voice almost made me drop my bottle of champagne because I didn’t even notice her. She was standing in the living room naked just like me. It took me a moment to respond to her because I zoomed in on a floral vein tattoo that went up the curve of her waist. As long as it was the shit was actually hot.

“I like your tattoo,” I said casually and kept drinking from the bottle.

“Thanks,” she grinned as if excited I gave her a compliment. “So what about those clothes because we’re about the same size,” she said still grinning.

“Oh doll, I don’t share my clothes. You’ll be
leaving here in the same thing you came in—smoke smelling and all.”

“I don’t understand.” It was funny because she was totally giving me the perplexed look.

“I get it. You think because we shared a bed and a man, sharing clothes would be no big deal. Besides the fact that I never share my clothes unless they’re last season and I’m done with them for good. I’m never going to see you again so I won’t get my clothes back.”

“Huh?”

“Huh,” I said back mockingly.

“What is with you?”

“The question is what is with you? What are you twelve? What don’t you get? You got to fuck Sway. Okay great! When you leave here call all your girlfriends and let them know because it was a onetime thing, trust me. You know how many times I’ve woken up and he’s had a different girl in the bed with him. You’re not special sweetie. If he planned on keeping you around you wouldn’t be asking me for a change of clothes because they would already be in the closet, like mine. Now if you would excuse me, there’s a video shoot we’re going to in a couple of hours and I need to take a shower.”

“Good morning,” Sway said walking out the bedroom with his dick swinging everywhere as I was ending the conversation.

“Hey baby, I was just about to come get back
in the bed with you,” the girl said giving a full watt smile.

“What the fuck are you still doing here? You need some cab money or something to get home?”

Of course the girl’s smile turned to a straight frown and then she rested her eyes on me. I simply mouthed;
I told you so
and walked to the bedroom. As I went in the bathroom and turned on the shower I could hear the girl damn near begging for Sway to let her stay. Then she was trying to give him her phone number so he could keep in touch with her. It was the same song and dance I had witnessed on too many occasions to count and every time each chick made the same mistake. They would throw the pussy at him and then sniff after him like a lost puppy.

As the hot water drenched my body I thought about when I met Sway. Like the rest of these broads, I gave him the pussy too in a blink of an eye but the difference was he had to come looking for me. I made sure after I fucked him every which way I could that when he woke up I was gone. That shit was planned and strategized the same way Hollywood actresses plot to get the leading role in a movie.

The guy that invited and introduced me to Sway, at his party was his stylist, so I knew that he would have a way of getting in touch with me. Sure enough that morning he woke up and I was gone he called me. It was from a blocked number and I
never accept blocked calls so he left me a message with his phone number. I didn’t even return the call. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud thinking back to how everything went down. Then the next day his stylist called me letting me know that Sway was trying to get in touch with me. I played it off like I hadn’t checked my messages. He then gave me the number himself and told me to call Sway when we got off the phone, of course I didn’t.