Knee Deep in the Game by Boston George

something serious,” he said.
    â€œWhatever it is I’m sure we can handle it,” Pop stated as he killed his drink.
    â€œOne of my lieutenants got himself mixed up in a murder charge,” Fresh whispered in a huddle.
    â€œSo what, you need us to take out the witness?” Pooh joked.
    â€œThat’s exactly what I need y’all to do,” Fresh said seriously before he continued. “Some lady in her early thirties.” Fresh handed Pooh a photo of the woman.
    â€œI’m missing out of a lot of money while my man is sitting up on Rikers Island. There’s no way this woman can testify,” Fresh said with seriousness in his voice.
    â€œIs she in protective custody?” Pop asked curiously.
    â€œNah, not that I know of,” Fresh responded.
    â€œDon’t worry, we’ll take care of it, but not tonight, my nigga,” Pooh said as he got up and headed to the dance floor.
    â€œEnjoy the rest of your night, get you one of these fine-ass bitches up in here,” Fresh chuckled as Amanda walked up right on time.
    Pop hit the dance floor and saw Pooh getting his freak on with some thick, dark-skinned chick. Pooh was a straight-up animal while he was on the dance floor; he and the dark-skinned chick practically had sex with their clothes on for three songs straight.
    Pop stood there watching everybody have a good time until he saw the Spanish girl of his dreams. Instantly Pop’s stomach caught butterflies. He knew if he was ever going to holla at the Spanish girl now was the perfect time.
    What the fuck are you waiting for? The worst thing she could say is no, Pop said to himself as he made his way over to the sexy woman.
    As Pop got closer he noticed that the Spanish girl looked even prettier on a club night.
    Melissa stood by the bar doing her two-step when the ugliest guy in the world approached her.
    â€œHey, baby you wanna dance?” the ugly man asked, grabbing Melissa’s wrist, moving his hips to the beat.
    â€œNo, thank you,” she said politely, but the man still held on to her wrist.
    â€œCome on, ma, don’t act like that, let’s try this again,” he said, still moving his hips to the beat. “Would you like to dance?”
    â€œNot with you,” Melissa said, snatching her wrist out of the ugly man’s grip.
    â€œWell, fuck you then, bitch,” the ugly man spat as he disappeared in the crowd.
    â€œWhat’s good, ma, you look like you can use a drink,” Pop said, looking at his dream girl in the eyes.
    â€œI sure can,” she replied, looking the young stud up and down.
    â€œI’m Pop,” he said, extending his hand.
    â€œI’m Melissa. It’s nice to meet you, Pop,” she replied with a gorgeous smile.
    â€œWhat you drinking, ma?” he asked as he pulled a nice-sized knot out of his pocket.
    â€œI’ll have a Long Island iced tea,” she answered.
    â€œYo, let me get two Long Islands,” Pop yelled to the bartender over the loud music as he placed a big face on the bar top.
    â€œThank you,” Melissa said, accepting the drink.
    Before Pop could start spitting his game the DJ started mixing an old Jim Jones cut. “We fly high,” came blaring through the speakers and even though it was old it still got the club jumping. The entire club went crazy.
    â€œThis is my song,” Melissa said as she grabbed Pop’s hand and led him to the dance floor. Once on the dance floor Melissa dropped to the floor and came back up, placing her fat ass on Pop’s crotch, never missing a beat. When Pop looked down he couldn’t believe his eyes, he couldn’t believe whose ass was rubbing up against him. But it was true: Pop was an up-and-coming street star, and from now on he would only have the finer things in life.
    â€œWho’s that nigga Melissa is all up on like that?” Amanda asked, pointing in her sister’s direction.
    â€œOh, that’s my