Owned

when I first met him, i knew he wanted to fuck me. I could practically feel his dick hardening beneath his crisp blue Evisu jeans. I could tell his mind was on what my pussy walls felt like. I could see it in his deep dark brown eyes. And even though he was talking business, slightly, I could hear his mind asking, you got a man boo? As I sat there, in my indigo blue dereon skinny jeans and green camisole, i saw his eyes dance down into my clevage. I was flattered, I was amazed, because I'm no super star, I was just a regular chick who could write sickening ass poetry, and posted it on my blog page. How he happened to get it still is beyond me, but he did. Possibly because Im posed half bare asses naked on the title page of each poem. Possibly because I dropped hints that I write to everyone I knew and posted my web page on every empty space I found around St. Louis; call it self promo. But whatever the cause, I touched the biggest rap artist in St. Louis, Knox. " Aye, you got some skills mama, you sure you ready to play for the winning team?" He asked, displaying a row of beautiful white teeth. "I'm not sure of anything, this is very brand new to me, but I do know that I own a passion for writing and this here comes naturally to me." I replied truthfully, because I was new to this game. Game indeed it was, from day one. His game. His chest board. His pieces. I mean his pussy. "Don't worry lil mama, I got you. You aint gotta worry about a fuckin thing." That conversation was six months ago. Six months ago, I was just Randi Denise Robinson, double RR, Dee-Dee....Now I'm Randi, the model, the writer, the star. All thanks in part to Knox. But as they say, all that glitters aint gold, but like any person fiending for stardom, I went at it hard, and got my payoff. Sort of. He's like that line in that Beyonce song " A sweet dream or a Beautiful nightmare." well Knox is both. The first time we fucked, he'd just finished an all night session, bullshitting instead of recording. He asked me to come to the studio so that I could observe him in his element. "Shouldn't your wife be the one who should be observing you nigga" "Aw shawty, she cool, she here. this is work for you, if you want it to be." "Knox I just wrote that shit, not even 8 hours ago. what, you don't like it" "Nah lil mama it ain't like that. I just want you to hear how your shit is coming out so if you don't like it, you can say it, you know what i mean boo?" I didn't trip off him sayin boo because he called every female that he ran across boo. Remind you, there were about 9 other women who worked for Knox at Flawless Records, so at the time I didn't think he was meaning "Boo". 'Aight, Im coming through nigga." "Cool lil mama. see you in a minute. matter of fact, ima send my driver to get you so you aint gotta worry bout movin that mustang." Shiid, I was about to ride in Knox's whip. And have his driver come get me. So I got up and got dressed. I decided against wearing a pair of jeans, but decided to put on my black KLS sweat suit, and black nike shox with the red springs and a red tank top underneath. No need to go into the office all glamorous, hell it was Friday night and nobody special would be there, at least i hoped so. I made sure to re apply my eye shadow and liner, and spritz myself with a little of my sexiest perfume, Dolce and Gabbanna Sicily, simply because Knox always made that comment that made me have them butterflies in my gut; "Damn, who ever that is wearing that come fuck me scent can get it!" Now, of course the hoes in the office clamored around each other trying to figure out what my scent was, but i never told them, they weren't hip to shit that smelled like money anyway! they all either wore that cheap ass shit that niggas sold on the parking lots, or that shit that came from rainbow, you know, that 4.00 a bottle funky shit that wore off in about 10 minutes of applying it? As i readied myself for going to the office, my girl Brandi called me. "what are you doing whore?" "nothing booch!" i laughed because Brandi was my bitch, true to the word. We hadn't been friends that long, but this girl always looked out for my best interest when it came down to everything, including my supposed secret jones for Knox. "I'm about to go to the office for a lil minute, why what you on hoe?" "Girl, nothing..." "whats wrong Brandi?" I said while brushing my jet black pin straight lace front wig over to the left side of my face, you know, that sexy, but not trying to be look? Brandi sighed and continued " Girl, why did Kendra just call me and tell me that Maurice Dillon is fag?" "WHAT!!" i stopped mid brush because I couldn't believe what i was just hearing. Maurice was KNOWN for pulling and smashing so many bitches, he'd been crowned pussy king. But i guess all things are never what they seem, eh? "Girl you heard me." "Girl thats how niggas be...but why you sounding so sick? and how you know that Kendra ain't just running her black ass mouth, you know the bitch known for lying while running mufuckas business. " I fucked with Kendra, but i didn't fuck with her on the levels of her words being entirely true. When news broke around the hood that Knox was interested in me being a ghost writer for his label, Kendra was the bitch who told everyone that I was making shit up to put on my face book page; which i NEVER do. When Knox announced on the radio that he'd just hired a female ghost writer who they were just gonna call double R, Kendra was the one who said it wasn't me, but it was this skanky ass bitch who writes lil bullshit named Roxy Ricardo...Basically, Kendra is a gatdamned hater, who looking for her way into anyones business, simply because she aint got none of her own. "Girl, I know you and Kendra aint really that cool, but sometimes she be telling the truth..." I didn't really have time to get into what the fuck brandi's issue was, but i wanted to know what had my girl sounding so down. " Brandi booboo, what's got you sounding so sad? i know you ain't tripping off some gossip..." "Naw, girl, you don't understand...i recently fucked around with him and word is that he got H.I.v." "Lemme guess, this is from the lips of Kendra, right?" She went quiet. " You know what Brandi, you need to stop talking to Kendra about your business so damned much. She a fucking hater, and she mad because no dude is paying her big ass no attention. Besides, if you think you got the package, which you don't, I suggest you just go get tested...okay?" " i guess...anyways, what Knox got you doing coming into the office for on a friday night? we never get to see you no more as is!" "Girl who knows, but it must be something because he sending his driver to pick me up." I didn't like when Brandi went silent on the phone; often lead me to believe she either was not listening to me or she was on some hater shit. But this was my girl, so i let go of the thought as quickly as it came. " Well you know, money is money and bills stay coming in, so i gotta do work. we'll kick it real soon okay?" "girl whatever..you a star now anyways" She laughed it off, but i almost could sense something else under her laugh. Before i could respond, my real best friend Xandria clicked in. "Look Brandi boo-boo, I gotta go okay? my ride is here." I lied as an attempt to get off the phone with her. I always needed to hear from Xanni before I made moves. "Hey girl! wah gwan?" Xanni sang into the phone with her Jamaican accent. "Girl, about to go into the office for a late session." "Hmph , with that Knox character again eh?" "He is the boss" I chuckled. "Well chick i won't hold you up, i was just lettin ya know i'd be down dere in about two days, so have ya shit ready for a house guest!" Before I could reply, Knox's driver was outside blowing. " Okay boo-boo, you got it. I gotta take off honey, my ride is here...i'll call you later, okay?" "Alright bebe, blessings!" On the ride to the office, I felt like a star. I was riding in Knox's Bentley, something that he normally doesn't tolerate. But for me, he did. I felt special at the time, you know? He was a mega star and I was just a writer. He was super sexy and filthy rich. I was still pulling in under 60 grand a year. So I was blind. Stupid is more like it. But at the time I was unaware that Knox was a wolf. A predator. A vicious jungle creature devouring women like a lion in a pasture of gazelles. When I arrived at the office, a couple people were there, but not the crowd i'd anticipated. "Hey cuite pie!!" Darris, the token office homo said while prancing up to me in the tightest blue jeans and polo collar shirt i'd ever seen on a man. "Hey boo-boo!!" I greeted him with a Parisian-like kiss. "Girl, your boss is handing out tee shirts to celebrate his album going double platinum." "What!! he hit platinum twice and all he giving out is tee shirts?" I was shocked, because Knox was not frugal. He was the most stuntaculous person i'd ever met. Once he'd taken the whole crew on a cruise to the Bahamas, just because he had the means to do so, and it's about 35 people working in the office, and about 15 on the street team. So he was always flossing. We all flew first class, on three different flights to Florida, then the boat took off to Nassau, then on to the Bahamas. So him just handing out a fucking tee shirt was not like him. "Uh un baby, Knox is only giving tee shirts to the bitches who helped get him his success, and you know I got one!" "Bitch what ever," I laughed, but knew it was true because Darris was Knox's personal stylist and buyer, and I had to give Darris him props. He had a mean fashion sense. As Darris and I continued talking, my usual haters, Felicia and Kai walked by, with a brand new groupie, Natasha, whispering. I hated these bitches. All three of them, and I really didn't know Natasha, but she allowed the raggediest bitches to reel her into their web of dickheadedness, and she too became one of my haters. Darris why do females do that type of shit?" "Do what?" "Walk they stankin asses around and cause bullshit! Damn we are at work and these hoes are acting like hoodrats!" Darris looked at them and rolled his eyes and said, " Chile, don't worry about them. You know what my house father told me when I was first coming out? He told me that if bitches are not hating on you, you are irrelevant. And you know what else he did?" "What Darris, Boo?" I looked at him half smiling because I knew he was truly my friend and always told me the truth. "He gave me one of his lil inspirational sayings that said" Daris opened this book that he always carried around and read,"I am confident in myself! confident in my educational abilities,my looks, and my overall swag…I digs me! It's not my problem if you can't find something beautiful about yourself ....that's your fault that you find yourself so hideous til you have to HATE everyone who is confident in themselves...cuss yo mama and daddy out, they helped perpetuate the generations of UGLY ASSNESS that you have been cursed with!!" "Darris you are out of your mind boo!! I laughed and popped him on his ass. He looked ant me and smiled from behind those thick black rimmed Prada frames he was famous around the office for and said "Honey, this book right here holds the truth!! you betta believe it when I say it!!" I stopped laughing and looked down at my feet. Darris immediatley noticed and said " What boo? you letting them folks get under your skin?" "Naw, Darris, I'm just saying, These hoes don't know me, they don't know what im about...These mufuckas better call out to st. johns and ask william if i give a fuck abt fighting at work....then ask him how that ass whoopin in that elevator felt!" Darris started laughing and said " Girl, yo ghetto ass!! you done fought at your job before?" "Well, not so much as fought as pushed this dude down and stomped the shit outta him for grabbing my ass!" "Girl I am too through with that!! but you don't have to let these hoes affect you, like take me for example. Everybody up in this place know that I'm a homosexual, and they know that I got money with or without this place, so these black ass broke muthafuckas i work with are hilarious! some of these bitches and these niggas only makin 10 dollars an hour and they think they got shit made...Knox couldn't have got me in the door for that wage and they thinkin they got money Randi girl i be up in here dying laughin! i wont work for less than 20.00 an hour and u better offer me more than that to start! what I look like dressing a star for change?" I laughed aloud and the three tricks heard me and they stopped gossiping and started staring at me and Darris. "Uh-Oh, don't look now Darris but the three gutter snipes are looking, and ear hustling." I tapped his arm and pulled him in the direction towards his office. " Honey, I don't care what they hear, they work for Me! and not the other way around! I will say what the hell i wanna say, and say it loud enough for they asses to hear me!" Darris raised his voice and they all began looking like they had shit on their clothes. "See Randi boo-boo, i used to be just like you, getting angry when people say and do things to resonate into my being and hurt me, but honey, NOW? Darris turned and pranced around and wound his fingers above his head in the shape of a halo. "Now they can all kiss my firm, tight high ass!!"