Free Country Boy by Blake Karrington

But if one of these country niggas hit that chin with those small ass legs he was walking on, it was lights out!
    Jezzy had some New York chicks with him acting all stuck up and shit. One had even called Q a country boy and told him to get her bags. Big Kev damn near fell over trying to get close enough before Q slapped the shit outta her ass. But just as smooth as she said it he smoothly gave her a response. “You got the country boy part right, but this nigga don’t do bags.”
    Before getting them another room, which was unnecessary to Q, they wanted to check The Club set up out. As soon as they pulled up at the club Q could hear the same chick asking Big Kev about the drop-top blue 645BMW sitting so close to the front door of The Club. “That’s that country boy you told to carry yo’ bags.” “Word?” “Word Shawty.” Q took Jezzy’s body guards to the Uriah’s fitness center for a much needed work-out then dropped them back off to their private room. “Yo’ that was a good ass work-out, your man Uriah is the truth homie.” “Yeah son, my shit’s still on blow.” “Yo’ someone will be here at 8:00 sharp to pick you’ll up.” “Aiight son.”
     
     

Chapter 10
     
    Big Pimping
     
    Everyone had showed up at The Club. Jezzy’s album was the hottest shit out. As usual Q arrived late. The Club was already wall-to-wall. Q was very impressed with the security set-up Corey and Poo had arranged. Fat Dave was at the dressing room door.
    “What up nigga?”
    “What’s up Q? Man everybody’s looking for you homie. That nigga Yaro been asking when you was gonna get here.” Yaro was Jezzy’s manager. “He said as soon as you get here holla at him.”
    Q knocked on the door of the dressing room. Yaro peeped out the door before opening it and letting Q inside. “What’s up son? What took you so long to get here player?”
    “Had a few stops to make first,” he said giving Yaro a pound. “Man you country nigga’s got it packed out there.”
    “Yea we got like four towns in the house tonight.”
    “Yo you got to make sure we get some of this small town pussy.”
    “You know I’m going to look out fam, but I got to go and make sure everything straight. So I’ll holla at you after the show.”
    “No doubt”.
    Q left the room and started on his way to the back office.
    “What up Q?” Said a cat outta Fayetteville named K-Love. They never had dealings before but both were well respected in their hoods. K-Love hustled on a strip called The Murk, Murder Blvd. Q and Asia had stopped through Rudy’s Pawn Shop a couple of times. Her cousin Cream worked there on weekdays. He met K-Love there and they became cool.
    “K-Love, what up nigga? I see you’re still living up to your name homie,” he said eyeing the two females on his arms.
    “Nah Q, both of them like Jezzy. And they both love me,” he said laughing.
    “Nigga you a pimp to your heart. Enjoy the show player. Holla.” Walking toward the door Q felt someone reach out and slide a cube of ice down his shirt. It was two of his homegirls from The Grove.
    “Damn Angie, you tryin’ to freeze a nigga huh?”
    “Yeah nigga, then maybe I’ll get to thaw yo’ ass out,” she said giving him a hug and kiss.
    “Save some for me,” said his other home girl Marie.
    “What’s up?” He said taking them both in his arms. “Ya’ll aiight?”
    “Yeah, we’re just waiting on the show to start.”
    “It should be starting in a few. Go to the bar and tell Aileen it’s on your big bro. Food, drinks, whatever.”
    “Aiight nigga, but one day you’ll give in,” she said sticking her bottom lip out. Angie and Marie had grown up since the days in the neighborhood. Both were phat to death, but Q always looked at them as his little sisters. Plus Van would kill his mothafuckin’ ass. They were all like family.
    After getting his cola from the bar Q stepped in the office. Corey was sitting at the poker table with at least seven strippers lounging