📢📢📢If you're under the age of 18, this book ain't for you‼️‼️‼️ 📢📢📢

This book is in need of some MAJOR editing. Bear with me and PLEASE excuse ANY grammatical errors.

January 1, 1992

~Tia's P.O.V~

"Mama, I'll talk to you later. I have to get back to work," I said into the phone.

"Alright , I guess I'll talk to you another time. I love you, and stay safe! Happy New Year," she yelled through the phone.

" I will! I love you and tell everyone else I love them too," I then hung up the phone.

Ernest Dickerson and I are currently finishing up the last few edits of the film 'Juice'. It's New Year's day, and while majority of the world is celebrating with family and friends, we're working. I mean, I don't mind working right now because parties are NOT for me at all, especially with all these other industry people. They get booted up, if you know I mean.

"Alright, I think were officially done with this project. I really enjoyed working with you kid, but I got to get home to the family," Ernest said while slapping his hands together then rubbing them.

"Thank you, I enjoyed working with you as well. Thank you for giving me this opportunity," I stood up to hug him.

"Hey, I was wondering of you'd like to come to our New Year's celebration? I invited the main cast."

"I'm fine, thank you. Besides I wouldn't want to impose," I my shook my head.

"You wouldn't impose, I already ran this by my wife. We already know you're away from your family, and aren't able to be with them. What do you say?"

"Sure, I'll come. What's the time and address," I asked him. He wrote down the address and time and gave it to me.

"It says at five, but you know how bad the traffic is in New York especially on New Year," he told me slightly laughing.

"Yeah," I trailed off. "I'll see you then," I exclaimed.

I jumped into the cab and headed to the hotel I was currently staying in which was The Hilton. I've been staying in this hotel room for about four months now. The cab came to a complete stop in front of the hotel, I payed the driver and thanked him. I turned around and automatically bumped into a colored eye black dude, with a white woman on his arm. The the collision caused the guy to grunt. He looked familiar, but I couldn't out my finger on it.

"I'm so sorry," I immediately apologized, with my hands raised.

"Watch where the fuck you going bitch!" The woman who was on the guy arm, yelled at me.

I looked around to find who she was talking to because it surely wasn't me.

"Are YOU talking to ME!? Because I know you heard me say I was sorry. So, I suggest ye to get to steppin'!"
I told her rolling my neck, point at her.

"C'mon now, she said she was sorry! Starting shit get your ass in the cab!" The dude said to the white woman on his arm. She followed directions and got into the car.

"My fault, it was my fault just as much as yours," he said looking at me, as he go into the car.

The first rude New Yorker I've ran into in these four months. There were New Year's parties going on at the hotel, but there was a huge one going on with some big industry people on the roof. I finally made it my hotel room and dropped my purse on the nightstand and started to stripped into my underclothes. Tired, is what I was right now, not to mention irritated from that woman. I set the hotel alarm clock for three hours and twenty-five minutes. My back hit the cushy sheets, as I sighed. I've been up since 2:43 in the morning and been have been working since five. So, sleep is was was happening to me now.

I woke up to the alarm and bagan to get ready. It took me an hour and a half to get ready. Looking at the clock, it was now 4:43 so I had to rush. Clipping my licensed gun to my waist I grabbed my purse and coat, then went downstairs. A cab stopped in front of me, I was about to get inside until the back door opened and that same chick from earlier that came at me jumped out. She looked at me angrily but who gives a care. Having no time for that, I stepped back and to wait for another cab.

"Who the fuck are you looking at!?"

I ignored her and continued to wait for a cab. I really need a driver cause this waiting stuff ain't for me. Then this little chick came up to me, and got into my face.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you! You black bitch!" I pushed her back hard and she fell back into the snow.

"Don't you ever come up to me like that again in your life! Ya hear!? I am not the one to be played with, fucking white trash bitch!" I yelled causing attention to the situation.

I waved an oncoming cab down. As I hopped in the cab and told the driver where to go, I saw the guy the angry chick was with earlier get out another cab. Traffic was heavy because of the crowd of people around. It was always crowded but it's been overly crowded this past month. Off I was to this little celebration.

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

This hotel party was hype. I was invited by a Diddy himself, it was his party. He had just all different types of people there from movie stars to country singers. People were getting tore up, I there was a large amount of different drugs here. Everyone was either drunk or high. Me? I was both high and drunk but not from anything hard. I was just gone from the weed and some Hennessey and Ciroc.

"You see that girl right there man," I looked to where Dalvin was pointing.

"Yeah, what about her, and stop" I asked him.

"Man, she keeps eying me. Little does she know ion like cream unless it coming from-"

"Aye man, ion wanna hear all that," I cut him off, looking at him disgustingly.

Dalvin turned to me, "I'm just saying like brown sugar, not granulated white sugar, unlike somebody I know," he side eyed me and I shrugged.

"Yo look, she's coming this way," He whispered yelled.

She walked over to our section, switching side to side. Although she had no hips to swing. She was fine, but trying was too hard.

"Hello, Mr DeVanté Swing. I'm Vicky, but they call me Sticky Vicky." She said reaching her hand towards mine to shake.

Looking at Dalvin, I chuckled 'cause he thought she was coming over for him. "Nice to meet you Sticky Vicky," I said reaching for her hand to kiss it.

"If you uhh, don't mind me asking why do they call you Sticky Vicky?" Dalvin walked away rolling his eyes, once he heard me say that.

"Why don't you come and see?" Vicky said and I raised my eyebrow.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that."

She leaned forward with her cleavage near my face, and started rubbing me through my pants underneath the table. The rubbing felt good but her breast were as solid a my I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and moaned.

"Mm, shit!"

Sticky Vicky then stopped. I opened my eyes to see she was getting up. I was confused, and my intoxication didn't help none.

"Wait, what you doin'?"

"Getting up, so we can get a room?"

"Oh," I got up and then Shelly came to where we were.

"Who the fuck is this bitch? Why she holding your hand and shit!? What you doing with my man!?"

Shelly looked at me, then at Vicky. "Your man? Sweety, YOUR MAN has a hard on because of me, Vicky said pushing her back. I love a woman who can stand her ground.

"Shelly, you and I aren't even together, we just fucking around. So, why are you worried about who I'm with?" Irritated is what I am now. Shelly is really blowing my high, when I could really be getting "blowed off.

"What you mean we not together? You told me you loved me at midnight and sealed it with a kiss! Are you serious right now!?" Shelly now had tears coming from her eyes.

"Look, I just met you a month ago. Plus, I was high as fuck, and even more drunk than I am right now. You blowing my high, now get lost," I said point off in a random direction with my head.

Shelly walked off with a hard but hurt expression on her face. Dalvin was in the corner along K-Ci and Jojo cracking up. They must've witnessed the whole thing. I grabbed Vicky's hand and we walked down from the roof to the elevator. When I pressed the first floor, Vicky looked at me confused.

"Where are we going," she asked.

"To a motel," I replied in a duhh tone.

"But we're already at a HOTEL..."

"I know that..." I replied in the same tone she did, and scoffed.

She really thought I was gonna take her to a HOTEL room MY hotel room? Tuhh, last time I did that my wallet that contained my money, cards, jewelry and other valuables came up missing. NEVER AGAIN! A still tipsy me walked out the hotel with my arm around a still irritated Vicky. Like I give a damn, I'm just trying to see how sticky it is. As I made my way to a stopped cab, I bumped into a sister who was getting out of it. The impact of the bump was kind of hard, which caused me to grunt.

"I'm sorry," I heard the woman say to me.

"Watch where the fuck you going bitch!" Vicky yelled at the woman. Damn, she rude.

"Are YOU talking to ME!? Because I know you heard me say I was sorry. So, I suggest ye to get to steppin'!"
The sister told her rolling her neck, pointing at Vicky.

"C'mon now, she said she was sorry! Starting shit get your ass in the cab!" I told her already irritated because of the everything that happened previously plus this situation. She followed directions and got into the car with a low head.

"My fault, it was my fault just as much as yours. You're good," I apologized looking at he, and hopped into the cab.

"Motel 6," grabbing some money, I handed it to the driver, "keep the change"

"Thank you, young man." The driver said cheesing on the tip I gave him.

"You're welcome."

"Now that is what you call manners," he mumbled, referring to Sticky Vicky. That little statement caused me to chuckle, and Vicky to scoff. Ol' rude bitch, I though she was just someone who stood their ground, turns out she's just rude.

We made it to the motel, and made it to the reception desk. "Welcome to Motel 6, how may I help you?" The male clerk asked us, without looking up.

"I just need a motel room, for about... 3 hours."

"That'll be--" The guy looked up and widened his eyes.

"--DeVanté Swing!" He yelled, which caught the attention of two other clerks behind the desk who were female.

All three of their mouths were dropped. One screamed, "Oh my God, it DeVanté Swing! I'm your BIGGEST fan! Can we get your autograph, PLEASE!" Vicky then pulled me close to her.

"Hi," I said shyly, "Sure, I just need a pen." I LOVED my fans.

"You can use my personal one," the other one shouted out, handing it to me.

I then thanked her and asked where they wanted me to sign my autograph. The first lady and the guy handed me pieces of papers, which I signed. They're names were Mandy and Charlie. Then, the other woman cheesed and pulled down her shirt. She wanted me to sign right above her breast.

"Donda, this is a public establishment," Charles yelled at the one with her shirt up.

"I'm the manager, and what I say goes," she said in a sassy tone and lowered her shirt down some more.

That action caused Vicky to pull me even closer than she did before. Just met the bitch and she's already clingy. I jerked away from her to sign to sign Vicky's breast which were pretty soft. More than I can say for Vicky's hard ones. Since they were so soft I signed them slower.😏

"Thank you, so much," Donda exclaimed excitedly.

She then turned around to grab a motel key. "Here you go!" I was reaching into my pocket to pay.

"Oh, no. The room is free!" Donda said, still starstruck.

"No, I'll pay," I said pulling the money from my pocket and thrusting it towards her.

She pushed the key into my hand, and then pushed my hand back, "I insist!"

"Okay, thank you." I smiled.

"Room 7, on the left wing." Nodding my head, I went into that direction.

We went into the motel room. As soon as we step foot in there, Vicky started to flapping.

"So, you just gone disrespect me in front of not only the woman from the hotel, but in front of some motel workers!? Who do you think I am!? Some tramp!?" I looked at this girl like she was loony, she must have been.

Twisting my lips I calmly explained, "I don't know you tell me, I just met you two minutes ago and you're at Motel 6 with with me now. So are you a whore?"

She then yelled, reaching into her pocket. "Fuck you, you don't know shit!"

She pulled out a small baggie with white powder. She dumped some out on the little nightstand by the bed, lined it up and started sniffing it up her nose. It didn't surprise me many of the

"You want some," she offered me.

"Umm, no thank you." She got me fucked up if she think I'm doing that. Being around all the industry people I've tried it one time and went crazy. The feeling it gave me was horrible, I puked everywhere.

"You gotta get up out of here with that!"

"Why, we just arrived? Just let me finish this bag and then I'll leave, the offer is still on the table." She put the dollar bill down motioning to what was on the table.

She then made her way towards me, and tried to kiss me until I pushed her back. I take it she got the hint that I don't kiss. Vicky dropped to her knees and started to rubbing me. When I was all the way erect, she pulled me out and was about to put me in her mouth until I stopped her.

"Hold on, wait."

I pulled out a condom and put it on. As soon as she saw it she scoffed. At least it was flavored. Like she expected me to be raw-dogging her mouth. She's a groupie and I am not trying catch anything. But I'm also not a man to turn down head. I'm mean this the life of a fine ass, celebrity bachelor. What'd you expect? She bagan to suck, and I'm not even going to lie it felt good. Not the best but was exceptionally good.

"Mmm, fuck!" I grunted in pleasure.

As she sped up she squeezed my scrotum a little too hard. I quickly pushed her hand away from my scrotum, because of the pain. I thrusted into her mouth almost on the brink or cumming. Right as I was about to cum I quickly pulled out her mouth and snatched off the condom to cum on her mouth and face. She rubbed her face scooting my semen all into her mouth; freaky. When she rose up I noticed she had on a long summer dress.

When I looked at her at the hotel, I didn't even notice it. I guess I was too mich in lust. As she lied there with her legs open I noticed she had on no panties and I saw she was dripping. I don't know what the fuck she THOUGHT she was doing but, I was done. Especially when I moved closer to her and a putrid scent came from her area down below. I quickly backed up coughing.

"What are you doing," I asked still in a coughing fit.

"What do you mean, what am I doing? It's my turn." She started rubbing herself. Any other time, I would have been turned on but in this case I was turned off. ALL THE WAY OFF!

"Nah, I'm good. I gotta go," I quickly threw $300 money on the bed next to her head, pulled my pants up and dipped.

Shaking my head I whistled for a cab. My hunger was getting to me so I asked the taxi driver to stop at a corner store. He made a wrong turn that lead us in a different direction than what I was supposed to go while doing so. So he stopped at another one, I got what I wanted and headed back to the hotel I came from. As I was getting out the car I saw her again Stanky Vicky laying in the snow. I shook my head and sped into to hotel to go to my room. As I made it into my room I turned on the light

"Hello, to you too big bro," I jumped as I saw Dalvin sitting in the chair in the corner.

"Dalvin, what the hell are you doing here!?"

He laughed, "I just always wanted to do that. Although, it didn't go as planned. Anyways how was your day?"

Smacking my lips I answered," Man, that chick was nuts and a coke head like most of them."

"Man, what'd she do?" Dalvin asked me curiously. I slumped down into the chair and told him all about today. During the whole story he laughed so much he cried.

~Tia's P.O.V~

I mingled a little with his wife and some of the cast, until my social battery ran low. So I sat on the couch, and ate some white cake with cream cheese icing. Definitely have to hit up the gym.

"Why you over here looking so lonesome?" I heard a familiar deep voice.

I looked up to see it was Tupac. "My social battery just ran low," I mumbled, shoving more cake into my mouth.

"Ahh, I feel you. It happens sometimes."

"I never seen you NOT talking, your tongue is like a road runner," I laughed.

"How would you know if you ain't ever tried?" He licked his lips.

"Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that!" I quickly shook my head.

"I know I'm just fucking with you." He said plopping down on the couch right net to me.

He continued, "So, how did you get in this business?"

"One of my high school senior teachers had a connection to some people, and all I had to do was give him a script."

"Life was just handed to you on a silver platter, huh?" He smiled at me jokingly.

"No! In fact my first film didn't really hit big," I told him shrugging.

"What was your first film, if you don't mind me asking?"

"The Five Heartbeats, you may have not heard of it," I shrugged.

"Oh shit! That was you!? I may sound corny as fuck for this but I actually enjoyed that movie. More people need to watch it."

"Did you really? I have heard anyone, in person, I didn't know say that to me. Thank you for supporting it and watching it."

"If I would have known that you were the screenwriter I would been watched it. It's real fly. Where'd you get the inspiration for that?"

"Well I got it from the multiple singing groups. You know the Four Top, The Temptations etcetera."

"Mm, you have a deep imagination. I dig it!"

"So, what about you?"

"In highschool I went to a performing arts school where is did some things like ballet, poetry, and dance. It was actually dope. All those people that called me fruity are going to be soon kissing those words."

"You did ballet, so you wore tights," I gave him a look.

"Yeah, I did actually."

"Mmkay, I dig is sir..." I told him pressing my lips together. I bet he looked nice.

"So, you know I'm 19 from that interview, how old are you?"

"Same age as you are--" I replied.

"Forreal, and you in this business this deep already? Wow, that is amazing!"

I nodded my head, "But, I'll be 20 next month."

"Most people where I'm from don't even make it to 20."

"Tell me about it, it's so sad," I frowned.

"Where are you from anyways," he asked me.

"I'm from Indiana."

"Word? What part?"

I replied, "Gary."

"Michael Jackson, Jackson 5--Gary, Indiana?"

"Yes, that's the one," I nodded as he chuckled. "Everything is always so surprised for some reason."

"Yeah, I heard it was bad there. I already know what your next question is going to be and the answer is I was born here in New York, but spent majority of my life in Baltimore, and the my senior year of highschool I moved went to Cali. I moved around a lot."

"Mmm," I responded nodding my head interested.

We went on and on about different topic. We talked about politics, government, oppression etc. Of course I talked to him before since I was the director, but I never knew he was had some of the same mentality as I do. At the end of the night wale exchanged numbers and that was the beginning of a new friendship.

Word count 3,771. I've had this book in mind for a while now so I decided to take action.

Thank you for reading this chapter. There may sometimes be slow updates, school is starting back up soon and I have to finish getting everything in order. This is the first explicit scene I've ever done, so please excuse it if it's cringe.

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