CLUB FIGHT: "ON 'N POPPIN'

Ivy's POV:

Kill Shot is one of the hottest nightclubs in Miami. The uniqueness of its name alone makes you want to check it out. The extreme graphics used to create the club's name; makes you wonder, who is the genius that created this?

The signage was in red and black neon lights. The word Kill, looks like blood is streaming from it and down the wall. The word Shot, is peppered with silver bullet holes randomly. As each hole appears, there is audio of bullets being shot from a Glock. The first time you hear it, you instinctively duck and hide, the rapid-fire sounds like a drive-by is occurring, right where you are standing. It is so real. Everyone laughs at themselves and their own reactions; even though they know it's just the audio from the sign.

This club is super exclusive; some stars and sport giants aren't even allowed to enter. You have to know the right person or people to get in. Just like most clubs in Miami, the line was wrapped around the building; but there were also a line of limos waiting for their VIPs to gain entry. From the looks of it, this place had to be packed beyond belief. You could hear the base just thumping off the outside walls.

Mandy finally parked and we got out of the car. Mandy, being who she is, having all the connections in the world, flashed a card to the bouncer and we walked right on in; no line no waiting.

As we stepped passed the threshold, a strong odor of weed and alcohol slapped us in the face. We continued to walk through a maze of red and black satin curtains, before we finally reach the dance floor.

On each side of the dance floor, hanging mid-air, were 6 caged dancers; some nude, some semi-nude.

Mandy grabbed my hand and lead me to the bar. The bartender was HOT!! He was beautiful, just plain fucking beautiful. He was a white guy with light brown eyes, dirty blond locks tied up into a man-bun, tattoos that ran along his neck, medium sized gage in his ears, his goatee was perfectly lined; and he had a lean muscular body build. This man should have been on the cover of somebody's magazine, calendar, porno flick; it didn't matter. Whatever he was selling, I was definitely buying.

"What can I get for you ladies?" he greeted showing his perfectly straight white teeth and deep dimples on both sides of his cheek.

"We would like one Strawberry Margarita, one Spicy Bloody Mary and two Rainbow Shots please." I ordered, leaning over the bar.

"Would you like an open tab?"

I shook my head, "No thank you."

It took him less than five minutes to make our drinks. I paid, leaving him a nice tip and a smile. We immediately downed our Rainbow Shots. That gave me enough liquid courage to hit the dance floor.

We grabbed our drinks and to the dance floor we went. As soon as we started dancing, guy after guy tried to dance with us. We kindly declined them and continued dancing. We danced through about four songs before we finally got tired.

"I'm starting to feel the alcohol wear off, do you wanna order more drinks or water?" She yelled over the music.

"More drinks? Sure, why not!" I yelled back.

As we were making our way back towards the bar, I accidentally bumped shoulders with someone. I quickly turned and apologized, stopping mid-sentence, when I realized who it was.

It was the disease-ridden rat herself, Sarah. She also had one of her gutter slut friends with her.

"Well, look who it is," she said in that nasally voice of hers. "It's Antonio's trash that he threw out two years ago."

"And look, it's the 90's crack baby in all of her glory. You're the one who got my sloppy seconds. You were sucking my spit from his mouth? How did I taste bitch?" I kindly asked.

"If you had done your job in the first place, I would never have had him!" she screeched.

Already becoming annoyed at the sound of her voice; I said in my most professional voice, "And so what? You think that makes you special? If anything, that just proves that you are a pathetic, worthless slut, who can't get her own man."

"Stay away from Antonio! He doesn't want you! I don't know why you brought your ass down here to Miami, to begin with." she said, while stepping closer to me.

"Let's not get this shit twisted. First-of-all, He WANTED me to come and see him. Second, he had me down as his wife so that we could have a conjugal visit. You do know what the word conjugal means right? Last, but not least, he was begging me to become his woman and restore our family. By the way, what does he have you listed as? At the prison I mean?" I countered with a slight smile on my face.

Her mouth flew open and her eyes were wide and tearing up. She looked like she was ready to cry, Priceless..."You trapped him. You thought that by having his baby it would keep him!"

Looking at Mandy Lynn puzzled, I said. "This bitch is seriously stupid." Diverting my attention back to Sarah, "Ooops, I forgot, you're a 90's crack baby. So, let me be clear; one more time, since you missed it the first time. If I wanted him, then I could EASILY have him. You are not a motherfucking FACTOR. Plain and simple."

"Why were you at the prison?" She demanded, stomping her feet.

I stepped to her standing tall and strong, looking down upon her, "I am a grown ass woman and I do whatever in the hell that I please. If I want to go and see my baby daddy and sit on his dick; I will do just that. There ain't a damn thing you or your gutter slut friend can do about it. You got a problem, take it up with him."

"You're nothing but a conniving and manipulative bitch Ivy. You tried to sleep with his brother. That's why he left you and came running to me."

I stepped even closer, my nose nearly touching her forehead; still maintaining a deadly cool tone; "Let me school you on why men cheat with basic bottom bitches like you. They feel, and usually are, inadequate; when dealing with a real woman.

When he chose to sleep with you, it told me how he truly saw himself. He slept with you because he felt like he didn't deserve me. And since school is in session, his fucking you was simply his attempt to boost his ego. You see, he has always known, that I am way out of his league. So, in order satisfy his ego, super ego and possibly even the id, he chose to sleep with a submissive, ditzy, cum dumpster, carpet munching whore like you. You see, I was always and still remain wifey; what can you say about yourself? School is now over...….CHECK!

She had tears running down her face, "We were sleeping together the whole time you were pregnant. He didn't give a fuck about you and never did!"

"Then why did he make you have an abortion, and not me? I got to keep my child. If he didn't give two fucks about me; then, why was he at home every night with me and not you? Why would he put a roof over my head, pay all the bills, keep my pockets full, buy me expensive clothes and jewelry? Why was he so desperately begging for me not to leave him today?...MATE!" I smirked.