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       Some Like It Hot
       By: BigBossJay Date: September 20, 2019, 7:09 pm
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       Qaadir stood in the locker room with his friend Theo. They
       saluted each other and took a shot. Qaadir sat on the bench and
       sighed hard.
       Qaadir. Bruh, tired ain't even the word, man.
       Theo. I know. You killed shit tonight.
       Qaadir shook his head and picked up his bag. The door opened and
       a short, white man sauntered in with a cigar in his mouth.
       Qaadir sighed.
       Qaadir. Whatever you gon' say, Mack, the answer is no.
       Mack. Birthday party just came in, Q.
       Qaadir. I don't care. I been up in here since 3 o'clock, man.
       Mack. Big money. Pretty little white girl from up North with a
       bunch of friends. Specifically requested you.
       Qaadir sighed and looked at Theo, who shrugged.
       Theo. Get that money, nigga.
       Qaadir glared at Mack and stood up, grabbing his jacket.
       Qaadir. I'm keeping 100% of this one.
       Mack. Just make 'er feel comfortable, eh? We'll talk particulars
       when you're done.
       Qaadir. Ain't no particulars, old man.
       He playfully shoved Mack out of his way and walked out of the
       locker room...
       ...Moments later, Qaadir stood outside of a VIP door and sighed
       hard.
       Qaadir. Do it for Ma, Q.
       He put on a sexy smirk and walked into the room slowly,
       internally cringing at the sight of 6 white girls doing shots.
       Qaadir. Ladies...someone said you were looking for a little Heat
       for this party.
       They began gawking at him like the piece of meat he was pushing
       himself to be. He walked directly to a girl with a sash across
       her body.
       Qaadir. You must be the birthday girl. What's your name,
       beautiful?
       ??. Sarah.
       Qaadir. Sarah...are you and your friends ready to get hot, baby?
       Sarah's cheeks grew rose red as the girls giggled. Qaadir walked
       over to the boombox that sat perched on a shelf. He hit the
       'play' button and Birthday Sex by Jeremih filled the room. He
       turned around and slipped his jacket off, revealing his body.
       Qaadir. Let's get hot then, ladies.
       ...An hour and a half later, Qaadir tip toed into his mother's
       house. As he tried to go up the stairs, a lamp in the living
       room turned on and he smiled, turning to see his mother.
       Ana. You know what time it is?
       Qaadir. 2:30, mama.
       Ana. Qaadir, I told you I don't want you coming in so late. And
       I don't want you working at that club.
       Qaadir. Both are necessary evils right now, Ma. Aite?
       Qaadir flashed his winning smile as he walked to his mother, who
       couldn't help but grin.
       Ana. Smooth talker Skywalker, just like your damn daddy was.
       Qaadir. At least I got it honest.
       Qaadir put the duffel bag next to her and she opened it, a
       shocked look on her face.
       Ana. Qaadir, how much money is this?
       Qaadir. Around 12 G's.
       Ana. Qaadir!
       Qaadir. It was a good night. Last minute birthday party request,
       that's why I'm so late.
       Ana. I ain't taking that much money from you.
       Qaadir. I already got mine out. Put the rest of it up, mama.
       Bills or chemo, whatever you want.
       Ana stared at Qaadir and stood up.
       Ana. You are entirely too sweet.
       Qaadir. Get upstairs, little woman.
       Qaadir helped his mother upstairs and into bed before going to
       shower and crawling in his own bed. He glanced at a family
       portrait on his nightstand. He picked it up and shook his head
       at the sight of his father.
       Qaadir. I'ma hold it down, Pop...Ma gon' beat this shit, and
       I'ma get back to my shit. I'ma make you proud, OG.
       He put the picture back and turned his light off, quickly
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