03**
Kita pulled up on the block in an all White luxury Benz rimmed in gold. Lil Kim’s hit single “Put ya lighters up” blared through her speakers. She sang along, joined by her home girls, or minions, which ever you preferred to call them. When Kita sung the lyrics, she didn’t sing them because she liked them, she sung them because she could relate.
“Big done told you, I’m the hottest bitch on the planet.” She yelled inside her car as she opened the sun roof. Despite the cold weather she always had her car windows rolled down while she drove.
She loved the attention she got from everyone around her. The boys stared at her when she walked or rode pass. Along with the girls, all she did was flick a quick smile and continue on her path.
Shakita Haze was of ethopian decent. Her green eyes were enchanting, and her lips were soft as silk with erotic possessions with a mere pucker of them. Her somewhat big forehead never took away from her beauty. She stood only 5 foot five inches from the earth, and her ass was the roundest apple shape there was. Although she was top heavy, her stomach was the slimmest.
Kita was physically on point, and was finically on point as well. Her mother, Shanita was the highest paid stripper on all of the east coast. Only being nine and a half years older than Kita, she wasn’t even thirty yet. Kita was the outcome of a rape gone awry. After she was born, her mother grew up quickly, adopting the rapist as her pimp. Due to her young age, her beauty, and her well developed body, she made him a shitload of money. Soon taking over all the pimp strolls, and having other girls flock to their stable like no tomorrow.
By the time Shanita was eighteen, she had begun to tear up the strip club scene in Baltimore, gradually moving all up and down the east coast making a name for herself. Whilst her pimp was the highest paid pimp in the DMV. Therefore Kita never wanted for anything.
Which is why she was only nineteen and pushing the newest… 2012 Mercedes Benz SL 63 which was the R 231 series. The car alone was a lot of people life savings, but to Kita and her family it was considered chump change.
She pulled into the parking lot of the bar and climbed out her car. “I need some liquor in my life, so sit tight girls.” She told her friends as if they were kids.
“Okay Kita.” They all responded in unison.
She shook her head and made her way to the bar.
When she opened the door she was greeted by two topless women, caressing each other and making out. Kita frowned her face up before asking. “Where is the liquor Ma?”
“To your right…” One of the topless girls purred in her face.
She knew that this little hole in the wall bar might be a little crazy, considering the fact that this was a known spot for ballers. But she didn’t expect for it to be that wild. Two bitches making out at the front door was a little too much for her.
She would occasionally drop by this bar, in hopes to snag somebody close to her father’s caliber. Each time she came something new shocked the shit out her. She brushed her true nervous feelings off her shoulder as she made her way to the bar to order a bottle of her drink of choice.
“You don’t look like you belong here.” The light bright man told her as he leaned on the bar next to her. “You look lost.”
She flipped her long mid back length wavy hair and smiled at him. “I’m sure if I was lost, I would find my way out.”
“Ahhh, feisty type.” He hopped over the bar and threw on his bartender apron. “What can I get you?”
Kita let out a small chuckle. “And here I thought that only gay men were bartenders.”
He showed his pretty teeth. “You didn’t answer my question Miss.”
“You didn’t answer mines either…”
“You didn’t ask one.”
“Are you gay?”
“Are you buying?” The way he went back and forth with her surprised Kita. It was like a strange sense of pleasure when someone could actually keep up with her smart mouth.
“Give me a fifth of Ciroc.” She scanned his apron for a name tag.
“Drake.”
“Who said that was what I was looking for.”
“Either that or you was eyeing my chest.”
Kita fell out in laughter. “I’m Kita.”
“Nice to meet you gorgeous.” He bagged her liquor up and slid it over to her. “Fifty.”
She peeled off a fifty dollar bill from the knot she removed from her titties. “You should give me a call sometimes.”
“I don’t date bartenders.” She smiled before she turned to walk away.
Once she turned Baby’s tall frame hovered over her. “So what do you date Ma?”
Omg, its Baby!
She was mentally screaming in her head.
Kita was exciting, all the times she came in this bar she had hopes of meeting a baller, and now she finally was. She decided to play it cool and not come off like a groupie.
She peeped his diamonds and jewels and got moist in her panties. She knew this nigga had racks on racks. From the designer clothes, to the shiny jewelry. “I date men. REAL men.”
Baby flashed his diamond teeth and stroked his chin. “You’re a lil whipper snapper huh?”
“Whatever the hell you mean by that.” She attempted to push pass him. “If you would excuse me.”
“You’re too pretty to be so spicy.” He told her.
Truth was she was playing hard to get, she already knew that she would be on this man arm sooner than later. She just didn’t want to come off so pressed. She turned around to see Drake eyeing her from the rim of his glass. “Don’t worry about him Ma, he works for me. He understands whats going on.”
He slid her a card with his information on it.
“Whats this?”
“My card, you should give me a call sometimes…”
Kita playfully licked her tongue across her perfectly straight teeth. “I think I will.” She took the card and strutted away, knowing that he was eyeing her backside.
