I'm from da Show Me Mo, u ain't gotta say no mo
Muh'fuckas tryin to test Facts, show em da do'
Zack and Freeze, what y'all say now, show me sum mo
Show me da stacks, blings, rings, and the fo-fo
Mo ice, mo pussy, and the Range Ro
We sum country boys, try to play me, that's a no no
Now show me, show me, show me, show me Mo
Show me Mo, Show me Mo! Show me Mo, Show me Mo!

Icee was accustomed to getting his way with everything in life. He got the record deal, he got the fame and money that came with it and he got all the women he wanted. Meeting women like Kitrina was nothing new to him. He traveled the world and seen sexy women in all shapes, sizes, colors, and nationalities. He was attracted to sexy, not just beautiful women, and Kitrina Kelly had it. 

Most women he met knew what the deal was.  He was a superstar and they were groupies. He wanted to fuck, and they wanted to fuck him, point blank period. In all his years of fame, he had dealt with hella women like Kitrina. She was going to give it up to him, he just had to work a little harder for it. He did not mind working for it. He already had a J.O.B. but was for sure the payout on Kitrina would be worth it. With her tight little body and those plump lips, he just knew she gave good head.  

In the meantime, after the crew left Club 417, the party continued at his place with hella fine groupies that were making it do what it do. It was like the scene from Straight Out of Compton up in there, hoes everywhere in every position pleasing him and his crew. The funny thing was, half the chicks in there were not even from Springfield, MO. Groupies traveled far and wide to spend time with Fact Iz. They knew whatever spot they would be in thanks to social media. Chicks from St. Louis, Kansas City, and as far as Chicago were up in the place.  Many of the groupies were even regulars that followed them to every spot across the world.

Made a man get a big head, and he was not ashamed to admit it felt good. He knew he was a handsome dude. Modeling contracts and various acting gigs proved that. The fellas never got jealous of his extra attention, because when he came up, they came up. With the extra millions he made, he continued to invest it back into himself and the group. He started his record label and several other businesses over the years and they were thriving. He put his boys in the mix and they all made extra do-re-mi off his business savvy.

No matter how big he became, he was all about his city. People wanted to sleep on Springfield like it was a ghost town, but there was talent there.  That is what his focus was when he started his record label there, to sign and develop unknowns. He was back in Springfield often, not just for his businesses but because he truly loved his city.

That is why meeting a homegirl like Kitrina was special. He was not going to forget that one.

The next evening, they flew out to Los Angeles where they had several appearances to make to promote their fourth album. He had a crib there too, but it was nothing like his mansion in Springfield. All the Facts had homes both in LA and Springfield.

After he rested well, he decided to call up Ms. Kitrina.

"Hey sexy," he said when she picked up.

"Is that really how you call somebody on the phone?"

"If the shoe fits shorty, baby wear it. What are you up to?" He lay in his bed, shirtless, in nothing but boxers, imagining what she wore. Maybe she was naked and would send him some pics. His DMs were filled with them.

"Just finished working out."

He checked his time, it was nine p.m. L. A. time, so it was midnight in Missouri.

"Why so late?"

"Because that's what I do. I'm a personal trainer and I train clients all day long, so it's the only time I get to get my workout in."

That explained her tight body and her popping abs. He was intrigued. He wondered if she was sweaty in whatever cute outfit she wore. He rubbed himself thinking about her.

"So, tell me more about yourself lil momma.  I mean, a brother wanta know err'thang about ya."

"Like what? Like I was born twenty-four years ago in Springfield, Missouri, and I—"

He liked her already. "You've always lived in Springfield?"

"Yes. Didn't even go away for college, I went to Missouri State University here."

"What high school did you go to?"

"Kickapoo, and I know you went to Central, right?"

He grinned. Springfield was small so he was amazed he never ran into her back in his high school days. He played football before he started rapping at seventeen. He performed at many shows all over the city and gained a big following.

"Alright, you know a little bit about me. Tell me, were you up there when my badass bro was there?"

"Of course I knew Craig. Everyone did. 
I was a freshman when he was a junior.  He was on the basketball team and he had all the girls' attention."

"Did you have a crush on my bro?"

"Who didn't!" she laughed.

True, his brother was a looker just like him.  Instead of being chocolate brown, he was more caramel and had light brown eyes the girls loved. His brother was his best friend.

"I'm so sorry about what happened to Craig.  I was in shock and in a daze for days after."

"Yeah," he mumbled, remembering how inconsolable he was after Craig died of a drug overdose.  "I didn't know my brother was suffering like that. I mean, we all got a little high and popped some pills, but he was dealing with so much shit. I mean, people don't even know the whole story and want to dog my bro, but fuck em."

"You two were so close, I could tell."

"Peas in a motherfucking pod. That's my blood, no matter what his lying ass moms did."

"What—"

"Long story," Icee explained, sitting up in his bed. He usually did not go into all his family secrets, but he felt comfortable talking to Kitrina.  "Craig wasn't even my biological brother, but we grew up thinking we were."

"What? I mean, really? You two look alike except you're dark and he's lighter."

"Yeah, I guess his moms liked a type or whatever. See, my pops is from Da 'Field, and he met my moms when he was working building houses and she was in college. She was from St. Louis, so he followed her to her hometown when she got pregnant with me and they got married. My mother died when I was only six years old by a drunk driver. My Pops brought me back to Springfield because he knew about Craig and he wanted us to grow up together."

"We hit it off from the start. He was only six months older than me, but he always acted like he was so much older than me, bossing me around. I let him because I worshiped my bro.  When we got older, Craig was wilding out more and shit, getting into trouble, trying to be a hustle man and sell drugs. Of course, I followed whatever he did and did some grimy shit. I mean, Craig was wilding out so bad he even got locked up in juvie a couple of times, that's why they kicked him off the basketball team and he transferred to Central with me."

"Then, after a forced DNA test, for child support his momma was trying to get, come to find out, my pops not even his pops. Craig lost it after that. He would run off, not want to listen to his mom, not listen to pops. He didn't even want to be around me. I was like, man, we always going to be brothers. Pops felt the same. We weren't going to just abandon him. That's when he started writing out his feelings in rhymes and shit and he recorded them, and he was performing them and then I was like, yo, that's dope, I can do that. Me, always following him."

"He started the group. I would not even be where I am without him, I thank him for that.  I knew Freezy was this cold ass DJ, I got him on, and my bro Zack was rapping and doing his thing since forever. AKA and TA are Craig's cousins on his mom's side. AKA had mad flow.  When we were just starting, not in a group yet, she would battle us and win every time. When we started performing together, lil TA just begged to come along, his young ass, but he was cool. When we signed, we didn't even have a name. Craig C, as he was called at first, said 'Fact is no one will take us seriously from lil Mo, what are we gonna do?' Then we used to always start saying shit like, "Fact is, we still gonna win,' or "Fact is, let's just make this money.'  Just kind of stuck."

"Wait, I thought it was because of your names?"

Icee chuckled, "That too. We didn't see it at first.  We thought the name as a group was corny as fuck, but the label liked it, so we rolled with it. The rest, as you know is history. We recorded that first album on hopes and dreams. And shit happened fast! I think that's why I missed what my brother was going through. He was getting mad play, like, collaborating on everybody's joint because he was just this dope writer. Did you know he ghostwrote for several artists? He had talent, we were all just there. He was the rapper. I was the eye candy. I mean, modeling agencies were at me left and right, and a brother was like, I can do this. We were all off doing our own thing between that first and second album, that's why I lost my brother."

Icee stopped himself, remembering finding his brother unresponsive in their hotel room in Dallas and trying to get him to wake up. By the time ambulance arrived there was nothing they could do. 

"Icee, I understand, I'm so sorry about your brother, you don't have to—"

"No, I don't mind talking about it, it's cool."

"I understand losing someone, I do. I lost my mother when I was nineteen in my freshman year of college."

"We have that in common."

"It was breast cancer with my mom, and I mean, she was still pretty young, only forty-four. She was a strong person, raising six daughters basically on her own."

"Six! Damn! I'm jealous of your big family.  Where is your father?"

"Who knows. He left my mom and us when I was six and my baby sister was just born. Me and Krystle are in the middle. My oldest sister Sarena is married with two girls, then there's Ashley. My younger sisters are Tenille and Nola. Nola is eighteen and away at college at Washington University in St. Louis."

"Six girls, damn!"

"We're pretty close. I mean like, when my mom passed away, we had to be there for each other. Tenille was only sixteen and Nola was thirteen. They moved in with my big sister and her husband. I left the dorm and moved back home. I wanted to drop out of college, but my mom had put so much into me and my sis going. We're the only ones who graduated college. I wish my mom could have seen that."

He felt the sadness in her words and wanted to quickly change the subject.

"So, tell me about this personal training thing. You went to college and studied that?"

She giggled. "No, not exactly. My degree is in Business, but after taking a couple of fitness classes, I became obsessed. I grew up chubby...okay, maybe fat. I used to starve myself to try and lose weight. But exercise energized me, and I wanted to get healthy, not just lose weight. When I lost the weight I knew that's what I wanted to do, help others. I started my own training business. I do pretty well too."

It was hard to imagine her not having the slim body she had now. Maybe she was more like her twin, curvaceous.

"Maybe I need you to train me."

"Uh, I've seen your body sir, and you do very well I might say."

"Well, yeah, my body is right, huh."

She laughed.

"You must have some crazy vices though.  You didn't even drink on your birthday."

"I don't drink. I try not to cuss. I attend church every Sunday with my sisters and I even train my Pastor. I don't do drugs, never have. I eat right, I'm a vegetarian. And I have been celibate for three years now."

"Wait, say what now? You want to repeat that?"

"I'm celibate."

"What does that mean?  Like, you don't get down right now, or ever or—"

She laughed at him like he said a joke, but he was dead ass serious. He had never met a chick claiming she was celibate, and if she was, he still was getting into the panties.

"It means, I have had sex before, but I decided to step away from just having sex to have sex. I'm trying to get me right before I give myself to someone that way again. My focus is on my career right now and my family."

He still did not quite understand this.

"Girl, we from the show me state, you gotta tell me mo'! Help a brother understand this. Like, you just don't like sex?"

"No, I'm not saying that."

"Oh, you just don't have a lot of sex."

"I haven't had sex in about three years."

"So, like, no sex? No oral sex either?"

"That's sex."

"Damn," he said in disbelief.

What the fuck was he talking to this Goody-Two-Shoe, church-going, ain't drinking/cussing/fucking/sucking chick for? Too many other girls in the world that was willing to do any and everything at the drop of a dime. Life was too short to waste it not living your life.  As Drake said, YOLO, you only live once, and he was living all his years in excess of some good ass sex.

"Okay, okay, I get it." But he still did not understand.  "I see what type of chick you are and that's cool. You have a good head on your shoulders and I like that. But look, I have been keeping you too long and I know it's late there. I'm going to let you get some sleep and I gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Okay Icee, it was nice talking to you."

And he quickly disconnected the call.  Why waste his time on that one?

A/N: A celibate girl meets a hot rap-star, now that keeps it interesting.