Dirtiest Revenge (2 page)

“
Excuse me, Trent, but you don’t own me. Besides, I have my own car, so I can drive myself home. Thank you very much,” Kendra said dryly as she backed away from him.

Trent knew, just by Kendra’s reaction, that she was a little rough around the edges.

“
C’mon now, shawty. We can pick your car up tomorrow. You just said you trusted me, so where’s the trust at? I’ll meet you out front.”

Before she could protest, Trent kissed her once more. Then, he took off towards the exit. Kendra made her way to the locker room. She was glad that the other dancers were already gone. She didn’t have time for their hating. To Kendra, this was a job that she had to do to make ends meet. She was not trying to befriend anyone.

After she grabbed her duffel bag out of the locker, she went to the restroom and took a quick shower. The security guard stuck his head in and yelled, “Yo, Spice! I’m locking up in ten. Are you dressed?”

She appeared from the back and answered, “Yes, I am, and, by the way, my name is Kendra.”

“
Whoa! Whoa! I see you on some fly shit now, huh, Spi… I mean Kendra?” the security guard said, laughing.

“
Tank, can you walk me out, so I don’t have to fuck you up?”

Once outside, Kendra handed Tank a one hundred dollar bill.

“
No, no. Go on ahead and keep that,” Tank exclaimed.

She hugged him and waved goodbye. Then, she turned and walked to the parking lot. Just as promised, Trent was waiting for her. He was leaning against his black on black Escalade. As she approached, he asked, “You ready, lil mama?”

Kendra smiled and nodded. He grabbed her bag and opened her door for her. After placing her bag in the backseat, he climbed into the driver’s seat. He started up his truck and pulled off. They drove in silence for fifteen minutes. Kendra broke the silence when she said, “Don’t think, ‘cause you dropped some loot, you bought me cuz I ain’t fo’ sale!”

“
Whoa, shawty! You got me wrong. A brotha tryna get to know you and show you some things. Do I have to keep telling you to trust me? Relax, shawty,” Trent said as he caressed her face.

Moments later, they pulled into a cul-de-sac in Palms, one of the oldest neighborhoods in Los Angeles. After he had parked in front of a beautiful home, Trent turned off the engine of his Escalade.

“
This is not where I live. I live in the hood,” Kendra said, folding her arms and pouting.

“
Oh, I see you a little bossy. Imma have to break that fo’ real,” Trent chuckled.

His teasing made Kendra ease up. They exited the truck and went into the house. Kendra was amazed by the décor of the house. There were sculptures throughout. The foyer was made of granite and had the name MOORE engraved in the tile. Trent showed her to the family room, where he lit himself a blunt and poured both of them a shot of Henney.

“
Come here, lil mama. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be a gentleman.”

Kendra laughed at Trent’s persistence as she sat on the chaise.

“
Nice house,” she said.

“
Thanks, but I don’t live here.”

Kendra raised a brow.

“
Before you say anything, this is my parent’s house. They are vacationing in the Bahamas. I have a condo four blocks away from here.”

Kendra relaxed some more, and they chatted until she fell asleep. The next morning, when she awoke, she found Trent staring at her.

“
So, how did you sleep?” he asked.

“
It’s not my bed, but I slept just fine,” Kendra answered softly.

She gave Trent an A plus because he had kept his word and had been a perfect gentleman.

“
You hungry?” Trent asked.

“
No, but can you direct me to the bathroom?” Kendra replied.

“
Down the hall and make a left. I already put some towels out for you.”

“
Thanks,” Kendra said as she made her way out of the family room.

“
Not a problem. My sister’s room is across the hall. If you can find anything useful in there, go right ahead,” Trent said as he went into the kitchen.

Kendra made her way down the long hallway. Once inside the bathroom, she ran the water. After setting the temperature, she hopped right in and thought about her night— how she just up and left with a complete stranger.

“
Shit!” she said. “I’m fucking crazy.”

After a long, steamy shower, her mind relaxed. She was lucky that she always brought extra clothes to the club with her. After drying off, she threw on a sundress and pinned her hair up. As soon as she opened the door, Trent was standing there.

“
Oh, my gosh! Don’t do that shit! You scared me!” Kendra screamed, while holding her chest and breathing heavily.

“
My bad, beautiful. I was just checking to see if you wanted to go eat?” Trent smiled, looking her up and down.

“
Nah, I’m not hungry, but can I get a rain check? Besides, I have to pay some bills. Then, I have to stop by my school and drop my art class, so can you keep being the gentleman that you have been and take me to my car?” Kendra said, batting her eyelashes.

“
Sure thing, lil mama. I’m good on my word. I’ll take you to get your whip.”

Once outside, Kendra noticed that the Escalade was gone, and a beat up 1992 Honda Accord was in its place. Kendra was confused. Trent felt her hesitation, so he turned her way and said, “Look, shawty, I know this is not what we drove in last night. My man picked up my truck and left me my work car. I have to switch up to keep them boys off me while I’m handling business. I gotta keep a low profile.”

Kendra really didn’t know what she was stepping into, but she couldn’t help it. He had intrigued and charmed her, and she had charmed him, as well, when she asked, “So, when you say ‘boys,’ you mean the police, right?”

Trent threw his head back and laughed. Kendra didn’t find it that funny, but she kind of smirked at how dumb she must have sounded. Then, he said, “Come on, shawty. Get in.”

Trent opened the door for her. Once inside, Kendra let out a sigh of relief. The inside of the car was nothing like the outside. After settling into her seat, Kendra checked her phone and saw that she had three new messages. The first one was from her sister: “This is your big sista. I been callin’ yo funky ass all night. I hope one of those niggas ain’t kidnapped you. I’mma call Tank. Call me back.”

Kendra really didn’t have time to listen to the other messages, so she turned the phone off. Meanwhile, Trent turned up the radio and then reached into the ashtray and lit an already rolled blunt.
“Hey, that’s my jam,” Kendra said loudly, pretending the song on the radio was her favorite in an attempt to hide the sounds of her growling stomach.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up at the club. She hurriedly got out the car and hustled her way to the back entrance of the club.

“
Ay, lil mama!” Trent called out. “Say I know you’re not dancing. I thought you wanted to give that up.”

Trent gave Kendra a concerned look. She smiled helplessly and said, “I just have to clear some things out and tell Bigg Boss. Now, it’s my turn to ask you. Do you trust me?”

Trent nodded. Then, he handed her a hundred dollar bill and said, “Make sure you get something to eat. I can’t have my shawty’s stomach growling loud like it was while you were in the car.”

As he kissed her on the forehead, she felt embarrassed. She then turned and walked to the club. When Kendra entered the club, she was greeted by Tank. He laughed, “What’s up, Ken? Your sister’s been blowing my phone up. Make sure you call her before she puts out an APB on you.”

Kendra playfully shoved him. “I’ll call her when I’m done. I promise.”

Kendra strolled to the back. She saw several of her favorite tippers; she talked to some for a few, and she ignored the others ‘cause they were downright drunk in the middle of the day. Kendra kept right on walking towards the dressing area. The Honey Dripper was working the main stage. She always set the place on fire when she performed her signature move. It made all the niggas go wild. Still, to this day, Kendra didn’t know how The Honey Dripper could drink a jar of honey, then masturbate while honey came running out of her vagina.

Kendra was cleaning out her locker when White Chocolate came and told Kendra that Bigg Boss had requested for her to dance. Kendra turned to her and said, “Nah, White. I’m finished here for good. I just came to get my things.”

Before Kendra could get another word out, another striper by the name Candy interrupted their conversation and said, “Oh, nah, Miss Spice thinks she’s too good to dance just cuz she’s fucking Bigg Boss. She thinks she can come and go as she pleases. Bitch, please! I have news for you. You ain’t all that!”

Candy walked up on Kendra. It was known that these two didn’t get along. Candy was jealous of Kendra because she was top ranked in the club and because Big Boss let her have her way. Truth be told, Kendra was a young commodity, while Candy was low key.

“
I don’t give a fuck what the next bitch thinks of me,” Kendra stated. “I have dreams and goals to accomplish outside this club.”

“
Bitch, please,” Candy spat.

“
Check, Candy. I’m not going to be anymore of your bitches.”

White Chocolate could sense the tension. She stepped in between them, but Kendra pushed White out the way to let Candy know that it was whatever she wanted to do. When Candy put her fingers in Kendra’s face, all hell broke loose. Kendra struck first, connecting with Candy’s jaw. As Candy was holding her face, Kendra wasted no time, landing punch after punch, but Candy had a good grip on Kendra’s ponytail, and she wasn’t letting go. Kendra bit down on Candy’s arm, but Candy didn’t release her grip. They went blow for blow. While trying to break up the madness, White Chocolate screamed for help. As she screamed, she was knocked to the ground. Upon hearing White’s screams, Tank and Bigg Boss burst through the door.

“
What the fuck is going on?” Bigg Boss yelled with fury in his eyes when he saw how White Chocolate was laid out. Kendra and Candy were still going toe to toe.

“
Oh, shit! We missed the royal rumble,” Tank laughed.

“
Somebody better start talking right fucking now!” Bigg Boss yelled, standing in between the two of them. “Speak the fuck up!”

It didn’t take a genius to tell that Boss was mad.

“
Fuck that shit,” Candy spat. “Your hoe needs a fucking reality check.”

Kendra cracked Candy on the nose at that comment. Blood gushed out immediately.

“
I told you I’m not going to be anymore of your hoes or bitches!”

Kendra was on one to the fullest. She was on fire.

“
Yo, Spice! I can’t have you fucking up my organization. Instead of being back here, your ass needs to be on stage, making some money. That goes for all y’all. I can’t take this shit now. Spice, Imma have to suspend you for two weeks.”

While Bigg Boss was talking, Candy was smirking and still talking shit. Kendra laughed and said, “You can keep your funky-ass suspension. I’m done here. I don’t need you.”

Kendra grabbed her belongings and walked out. She looked a hot mess, but she still strolled with pride. After she got inside her car, she called her sister. Nia answered without saying hello and went straight to balling her younger sister out.

“
Kendra, where the fuck have you been? I called your phone over a hundred times, so what’s up? Talk to me! Shit!”

“
Look, Nia. I’m not in the mood for your shit, okay?”

“
Fuck you mean ‘you’re not in the mood’?” Nia cursed.

Kendra was irritated, so she said, “If you’re gonna talk shit, then I’mma hang the fuck up. Now, I called you for a reason. I’ll tell you where I was at when I’m ready to.”

Nia got quiet and let her sister continue. Kendra said, “Listen. I just fought that bitch Candy in the club when I went to get my things.”

Nia said, “Wait a minute! When did this happen? So, you were out last night? With who?”

Kendra smacked her lips and said, “Damn, Nia! Let me finish. Anyways, I was chopping it up with White Chocolate when Candy came in talking shit, so we squared off. I beat that bitch’s ass. Then, White screamed for help. To make a long story short, Bigg Boss had the audacity to suspend me.”

“
What about Candy’s ghetto ass?”

“
Who gives a fuck! I cursed Boss’s ass out and walked out,” Kendra answered.

“
Damn,” Nia exclaimed!

“
And Boss ain’t said shit.”

“
And you still fucking this nigga? Nah! Look. I’ll be there in a few.”

Kendra disconnected the call; she didn’t want to relive the moment when she was first hired at the club. At the tender age of nineteen, Kendra applied at Starlight as a waitress, but, she changed her mind when she saw how men were spending damn near their entire life’s savings on the dancers as they popped and shook their asses. Kendra was led by Tank to a big office in the back. That was where she was introduced to Bigg Boss.

“
So, you want to be a waitress?” Bigg Boss asked. He never turned around to see who was standing behind him. Nervously, Kendra nodded her head and answered, “Yes.”

“
Well, have you ever waitressed before?” Bigg Boss asked.

“
Yes,” Kendra answered.