G-Spot by Noire Page B

in the dressing room elbowed in to get a turn at touching and sniffing that sweet baby flesh.
    “Girl,” Money-Making Monique said cooing at the little boy. “Why you bring that cute little fella up in here?”
    Nae-Nae frowned. “My babysitter got sick and my mama ain’t home. I tried to call in but Pluto said if I didn’t show up I was fired. I was gonna ask one of y’all to watch him while I’m onstage, and right after my numbers are up I’ll run back in here to take care of him.”
    Every sister in the room started volunteering to watch him. That poor baby was gonna have arm fever by the time they got finished holding and rocking and spoiling him. Nae-Nae stood back watching the women loving her baby up with a smile on her face. She wasn’t funny over him at all like some new mothers were. Making you put a blanket over your shoulder just to hold ’em, and standing guard to make sure you didn’t kiss their baby in the face.
    I watched Nae-Nae, wondering how it felt to have something depending on you like that.
A real live baby of your own, one you produced from your own body and could shape and mold any way you wanted to. I’d probably never have the chance to feel what she must be feeling. G was proud of the fact that he’d had his nuts cut, and was quick to boast about his baby-making days being over.
    But mine weren’t. I hadn’t even gotten started in life yet. But the sad fact was, as long as I belonged to Granite McKay, my ass was shit out of luck if I wanted to have a baby. There was no leaving G for some young virile hard-backed niggah.
And if G ever got it in his head that he needed to leave me . . . well, his pride wouldn’t let me just step. I thought about the Dungeon and that woman in the picture on his desk and shivered. Pushing my way back into the crowd, I snatched for another turn to hold baby Maleek, and as I rocked him and cooed and fought off the hoes, I satisfied myself by pretending for two precious minutes that the fat little baby boy was all mine.
     
    A nd two minutes was all the time I got with him, too, because one second I was surrounded by strippers a mile thick, and the next second hoes were scuttling back to their rooms and dancers were jumping into their costumes.
    G was on the scene.
    He hardly ever came into the dressing area, but I guess since all the hoes were talking baby talk instead of flatbacking in the rooms and turning him a profit, he wanted to see what was going on.
    “What the hell is that, Juicy?”
    G pointed at the baby like it was a snake. Little Maleek grinned up at him and reached out those chubby arms, trying to jump from me to G.
    “Look at him, G,” I cooed. “ain’t he cute?”
    “Cute my ass. Spiders are cute. Who the fuck brought a damn baby up in here?”
    The only sound in the room was little Maleek happily squealing like a little pig.
    G looked around, twirled his ring a few times, then stared dead at me. I couldn’t tell if he was mad because the baby was there, or because I looked so happy holding it.
    “I said, whose fuckin baby is this?”
    “Aw, don’t be like that,” I said, glancing at Nae-Nae and pushing the baby into his hands. You shoulda seen G’s face. You woulda thought he was holding a bomb. Maleek squealed and laughed and grabbed a handful of G’s nose and tried to pull it off.
    Everybody started laughing. Even a hard-ass like G had to have a soft spot when it came to such a cute little baby.
    But he didn’t.
    “Goddamn it, Juicy!”
    And that’s when I knew Dicey had been right. G had a cold black heart. That niggah was so mean he actually bent his ass over and plopped that fat little baby down on the cold, dirty floor.
    “Get it out of here,” he said, standing back up and grilling all of us with his stare. “and whoever the bitch is who shit out that little puppy, you get your black ass out of here, too.”
    And then he stepped his ass over that baby and slammed out the door.
    We were all stunned. There