Cold Cuts: Chapter 1

"Faith!"

I called for my friend from the other room in the suite we were in.

I needed her to tie up my dress and to see when she would be ready. We were both famous for being fashionably late, but we really needed to get to this venue on time tonight.

"Yes, my friend?" She walked in the bathroom I was getting ready in and we both screamed.

We looked SO GOOD it was honestly unreal.

She started dancing and singing the lyrics to Gunna's "WGFT" and I, already 3 shots in, joined her. Might as well get our butts warmed up for all the shaking they would be doing later.

"You know that's the wrong rapper, friend!"

"Who cares? If we're lucky, he'll show up too!"

We screamed again.

Faith and I were on our way to see Young Nudy and JID, and though we could already not contain our excitement, we wouldn't be mad if Gunna showed up too!

"And honestly, if I'm lucky, it won't matter whose song it is, because the lyrics will be true!" I winked at my friend but was very serious.

"You're so bad!" Faith exclaimed laughing. She already knew how I felt about Nudy, and was on board for all my shenanigans. She was a perfect person to ride this wave with me tonight and as she tied up my very sexy, but complicated dress, I had a vision of the evening ahead and knew we were in for the time of our lives.

But first ... we had to make it out of the hotel and to the Uber. Then we had to make a stop and pick up our girl Robin, and the way we were already slurring let me know it was time to head out.

As we walked down to the lobby I was happy I chose Uber Black because the driver was waiting with the door and his jaw wide open.

"Well, hello, ladies. This must be my lucky night."

"It will be if you get us to our destination safely!" Faith let him know. He nodded his hat and assured us that would be the case.

By the time we pulled up to Robin's house the music was bumping and we had our driver, Charles, cracking up. I told him my end game for the night and he said I had nothing to worry about, it was already in motion.

He got out to open the door for Robin and when we laid eyes on her, Faith and I screamed once again. Robin looked like a damn snack!

While none of us coordinated outfits, we still looked like Destiny's Child had a baby with a pint of Neapolitan ice cream. Robin had on a stunning chocolate colored dress, Faith was wearing the daintiest pink, and I had on this cream colored dress that took forever to tie up in the back. All dresses were short as hell despite it being freezing outside, but we remembered what Cardi B said, and knew the only thing that would be cold tonight was the shoulders we gave to the dusties trying to stand between me and Young Nudy.

Robin joined in on our screaming and got in the truck with us. I passed around the little shooters and personal bottles of champagne I brought and we shared a toast.

"To being the baddest things at the Nudy concert!"

And that we would be.

I spent half the day getting ready because I knew I had to look good enough to execute my plan which included not only finessing my way backstage to meet the man of the hour, but leaving with him.

Baby was balling on a budget so I had to do my own everything. Hair done, nails done, everything did ... by me. I pedicured my feet perfectly just in case one of my toes was going in somebody's mouth later, I did a sexy but short set of press-on nails so that I could be handsy, and I secured the fuck out of my quick weave in the event my tracks would be pulled on later. There wasn't a strand of hair on my body below my neck and I spent hours soaking in a bath full of LUSH bath bombs and bubble bath. Now I did have to throw my budget out of the window when it came to my fragrance. I smelled divine with a mix of Initio, Parfums de Marly and some random Lancôme lotion. I wanted to eat me up, so I knew Nudy would too.

After taking my shot, I then took in my friends. They were truly gorgeous women and I was so happy they wanted to spend a random Thursday night with me just so I could see my favorite rapper's cock ... I mean concert.

We pulled up to the scene not overdressed, but more dressed than everyone else there. I try not to judge other women's fashion choices, but they could have done a little more in honor of my man. I wasn't complaining, but I was surprised that these were the girls at the VIP entrance. The last thing we needed was rumors spreading that Phoenix girls don't have it. We get skipped for tours enough as it was. Like I said I wasn't complaining. I knew it would make my scheme easier to complete than I had previously anticipated.

What my girls didn't know was that we were walking into this concert with nothing but our looks and a dream. I told them I would get them in, but what I didn't tell them was that not only did my connect not come through, tickets were sold out by the time I realized I wasn't getting the hook up. Not wanting to disappoint them, I kept the plan as it was.

Because our driver thought so highly of us, and just assumed we were VIP, that's the entrance we were dropped by. When he opened the door and we stepped out it was refreshing to see that all eyes were on us. I gave the girls a look that said "Follow me" and we headed right to the rope meant to keep the groupies out, completely ignoring the fact that there was a line. Security gave me a look letting me know he wasn't about to be phased by whatever bullshit I was getting ready to spew.

I went right up to him and said "You already know what I'm about to say. Let's not waste time because I need a drink and I'm not trying to miss the opening act."

He raised his eyebrow and looked at me. I had to remember. This was Phoenix. This frumpy white security guard was likely not going to be enticed by my flirty antics. I was immediately irritated I had to go through this in the first place.

Like I mentioned, I had a connect for things like this and he normally came through for me. I wanted to be surprised by his sudden lack of cooperation, but I really couldn't be. Me and him have, or had a little thing going, and I don't think he appreciated how into Nudy I was. I figured it was because he knew I was just his type and he didn't want him to "be choosing" because we all already knew I would be! The choosiest of them all, shit! I didn't give a fuck, but I was still annoyed his hating had me about to argue with a mediocre top flight security ass white man.

I brought myself back to reality and gave the security guard my most serious look. I could feel my friends' eyes on the back of my head curious at what I had up my sleeve.

"If you don't have the right credentials you're not getting in."

"Sir, you don't want that to be the last time you get to say that, do you? You don't want your last shift to be a Young Nudy concert, do you?"

He chuckled. As his eyes were closed briefly to laugh at me, my own eyes met with a fine young man's and I had a glimmer of hope.

I waved at him, he waved back, and without breaking our eye contact I said to the only thing in between me and becoming lyrics on my boo's next single:

"If Damon has to walk over here that's your job."

I looked away from the man that was definitely not named Damon and back at the security guard. He sized me up, to see if he thought I was legit or not, then he looked back at Not Damon who was easily 6'4 and was all muscle, and back at me.

I gave a slick smile and glanced back over in the direction that The Man Called Damon was as if he was walking over.

The security guard looked uncomfortable. I got really close and whispered to him, my spearmint gum tickling his ear hairs.

"And if I have to tell Quan about this, that's your ass."

Yes, my delusional ass was trying to convince this man that I knew Nudy, wasn't just on a first name basis, but a nickname basis, AND he was willing to handle somebody for me.

He quickly sucked his teeth and without looking up unhooked the rope and let us in. Reluctantly he handed us three backstage lanyards which made my life easier because I thought I was going to have to finesse those next.

For the first time since we stepped out of the truck I turned around and looked at my girls.

"So, we're in!"

"I didn't know that was ever a concern" Faith said and gave me a side eye.

"Oh, it wasn't!" I winked at them.

We strutted into the venue acting like we owned the place and knew where we were going. After walking past three promising looking doors I let my ancestors guide me to where I hoped we needed to be. Strutting in I immediately thanked them because I saw exactly what I came looking for. I was standing face to face with Nudy.

He slowly looked me up and down, taking me all in. I didn't say a word and neither did anyone else. He looked and smelled so damn good I was scared I was going to fold and forget everything I had practiced in the mirror. He had his dreads braided back and I couldn't help but think "All the better for eating my pussy!" My own thought made me giggle and it snapped me back to reality.

I was preparing to say hello when he asked, "What's funny, miss lady? Can I help you?"

I smiled because I was happy he gave me an opening to use one of the hundred cheesy pick up lines I had practiced.

"Yeah, actually. I needed to ask you a question."

He looked at me very inquisitively and I hoped I would be able to get my words out without embarrassing myself.

"How did you write Super Slime about me if we hadn't even met yet?"

There was a moment of silence that felt like it was never going to end. I looked around the room. His homeboys were looking around confused. My friends were stunned. Everyone was waiting to see how he would respond.

Slowly his lips curled into a smile and he started to laugh, giggle even. Having laughed plenty a fine man's panties off I was feeling overwhelmingly confident.

"You crazy, miss lady. I don't know, I guess I'm just psychic like that. What's your name? Introduce your friends."

I was absolutely BUZZING inside but I kept my cool.

"If you were really psychic, you would already know I'm the girl of your dreams, and these are my best friends Faith and Robin."

He was giggling again.

This was going swimmingly. He offered us seats, shots and smokes (blunts of course) and his friends started mingling with my friends.

"How did you get back here for real though? I thought we had tight security and I never seen you before."

"I'm trying to tell you, this is destiny, boo. I'm always where I'm supposed to be."

He looked like he was trying to come up with a response to me and my fantasies, and hit his blunt.

In person he was even more fine and I was so happy we got to meet. Aside from my immense thirst, I really liked his music and had some ideas for some concepts to enhance his brand.

"So you think Super Slime is about you, huh?"

"I mean who else?" I surveyed the room to see if anyone was paying attention to us, and when I saw that they weren't, I scooted a little closer.

"Who else could you see yourself doing shit you never did in places out the country you never been?" I quoted his own lyrics back at him and his body language let me know that was the kinda thing he liked. I got even closer.

"Things like what?" He asked, licking his soft ass lips.

I scooted over so close we were touching, and in a voice just above a whisper, described to him the sexiest scene I could imagine. This was something I hadn't planned for, and was worried my story was too much and would scare him off, but I just kept going. When I was done he looked at me and just said four words.

"You a whole freak." He was smiling from ear to ear.

I smirked because I knew it was true, and he hadn't heard anything yet.

"Nudy you're on in 5" A producer came in and announced I would have to separate from my man as he was shaking his head in disbelief at me. I almost had him hooked.

"Not you're leaving me" I jokingly whined.

"I'll be right back."

"I'll be here waiting."

"Oh just fuck the show huh?"

"We'll make our own show later."

"You know we're leaving right after this to the next city, right?"

"We'll make time. Give me your number now just in case."

I was proud I remembered to sneak that in. I pulled out my phone and decided to pull up a picture I had taken in the shower this morning. I was bent over in all my glory and it was honestly a beautiful piece of art. Very tasteful. I handed him my phone and I swear to god his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just making sure we're locked in."

I heard his phone ring from his pocket and my heart and pussy both fluttered knowing that it was my phone making his phone go off like that. He handed my device back to me and we stood up to hug.

"Break a leg."

"Oh, I'ma break something."

"I hope it's my back."

"You are crazy, miss lady." He gave my butt a little squeeze and I had to pray I didn't soak the whole floor.

He walked out, his crew behind him, leaving me and mine with a bottle of expensive tequila and more weed than what was in my local dispensary.

I stood there for a moment then peeked down the hall to make sure they were out of earshot. I turned around and looked at Faith and Robin. For the umpteenth time that night we all screamed together. We could not believe things were going so smoothly. I had to let them know they shouldn't be surprised if I decided to leave on the tour bus.

"Girl, I would not blame you. I would too, shit. The man is fine!" Robin high fived me.

We all laughed and took a shot.

"To being the baddest things at the Nudy concert!"

"Cheers!"

We all looked at each other and around the empty room.

"Do you guys actually want to go watch the show?"

"Might as well!" Faith exclaimed and we all sashayed our way down the hall hoping to find good seats to see my new man perform.