The Boss(Shower and Kush)

"This shit is all wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"The fuck I just said...this shit is all wrong."
"All of it?"
She wanted to punch her assistant right in his face, but then she would have to replace him with another. She always hired brothers because they were good eye candy, fuck the credentials. Essentially, all she needed was someone who did as they were told, but that was the problem. Nigga's don't like to listen...their attention span was only long if they saw a good ass...then they would follow. Maybe that was why the assistant was fucking up big time with his work. She was in her prime and today? Beautiful wasn't even good enough to describe her...and her ass? Perfect didn't seem to fit...her whole body exceeded it. But, that didn't excuse him fucking up again.
It wasn't even noon and the buffoon she called her assistant seemed insistent on messing up her Friday, by fucking up in every way. Usually, she liked the light-skinned braided assistant. He was handsome, light eyes, nice hair, nice smile, good attitude...all that. He wasn't as dark as she liked them, but he was cool. He was supposed to be smart as hell too, but just like the last nigga(who, unfortunately, was dark skinned), he started getting too comfortable and started acting stupid. 5 mins late Monday, 10 mins Tuesday, on time Wednesday, called out Thursday, fucking up heavy Friday.
She had a Monday deadline and was not trying to work over the weekend, but he was fucking up too much. Since the time he showed up...Fucking up! Couldn't find her phone, got the wrong kind of coffee, didn't know the day's schedule, couldn't find her planner. had her late for a meeting...Just fucking up! All she asked for now was for his smart ass to make a spreadsheet and finish her presentation on the computer...That was it. She had to set up many other major things for herself. She had appointments to set up. Her manicurist, her stylist, her hair-dresser, her designer...and call the airline for her flight Monday. All sorts of important shit while he took care of the light work on the computer. The only reason she took care of the important shit today was because he was too busy fucking up.
She had just got off the phone with the airline when the buffoon came to her beaming, talking about "I'm done." He had printed out the spreadsheet and the slides of her presentation that were vital to her business proposal. Problem was...it looked nothing like she had asked for, what he had been instructed to. She was livid, yet tried her best to keep calm.
"The Fuck were you over there doing?" She ripped it all up and threw it at him. "Follow the shit I gave you...Just copy the shit I wrote down on that paper."
"Oh yeah," he responded as he began to dig his hand in his pockets. Soon came a befuddled look and a soft voice. "I think I lost it..."
She wasn't big at all, which was perhaps why she yelled so loud. "I JUST GAVE THAT SHIT TO YOU! NOT EVEN 20 MINUTES AGO!"
He didn't give a fuck if she yelled or screamed. She could have even swung! He didn't give a fuck. He wished she would swing actually, so he could grab her and restrain her...hopefully accidentally touch her titty or feel her butt. Either way, he didn't give a fuck...today. He already got paid, she couldn't blow his high...it was Friday. "Well, I lost it," he responded in a cool, mellow tone.
"Find that shit or you're fired!" She stalked past him as his jaw dropped...the fuck it had left his system. He needed this job. He didn't want to hear his baby mom's voice complaining about him being unemployed again.
As she got to the door that led out her office, she paused. "I'm going to lunch, that shit better be done by the time I get back cause if not..." She simply shook her head and took a breath before she continued. "I'll be back by 1:15 so if it's not done properly by then, at least let me save my breath, pack ya shit and quit."
He couldn't muster a response. Instead, he started his mad search for the piece of paper. She moved swiftly past the cubicles that her writers sat and boarded the elevator alone. What a fucking day. This was not how a Friday in L.A. should be...not for her at least. She liked to live life easy, but other motherfuckers made today stressed...sorta. Another call was made and she was on her way.
Her white Benz sped through the L.A. streets as if the police didn't give tickets for speed. Red light mean stop...she sped through it. Stop signs are red...Fuck it, she would front like she ain't see. She lived half hour away and made it home in fifteen.
She parked her Benz behind the yellow Lamb that she called the Queen and walked briskly to the front door of her estate. With a touch of her hand against the fingerprint pad, she was inside her house once more. She went up the stairs that were past the door and walked up until she was on the third floor. The sound of running water made her relax...at least somebody listened. She stripped off her clothes, put on a robe, and walked to the sound.
The shower was on, but no one was in it...until she removed the robe. With the bathroom door closed, the room became steamy...she liked her showers hot. Stress made her want to take a shower and hot showers relaxed her. Hot showers and...
"OH SHIT! You scared me!." She had jumped at the touch of a man's hand on her shoulder, only to be settled by a reassuring laugh. "That's funny to you?"
He didn't even respond...nor did he join in the shower. He just laughed some more and left her...she heard the click of the bathroom door. Niggas! Her shower was shortened and just a towel was adorned, she had to go see who it was that laughed at her. Down the same hall and only one flight of steps she went, only to pause when her nose caught a familiar scent. She followed the smell into one of the back rooms, that was dimly lit and where sat a baboon.
This one was dark with long, dreaded hair, equipped with a brilliant smile and a bad attitude. He was even smarted then Hell. But it wasn't him who she paid attention to, it was the origin of the familiar scent.
"You were scared," he asked with another laugh. He took another pull and asked. "Come on baby, who else could it be? This house don't even got keys...I had it built for just you and me."
"You gonna keep talking or pass?"
He smiled and passed the l, his eyes red, yet beautiful nonetheless. "You better check that bossy shit at the door," he retorted casually.
She finally took a pull and coughed, her fauxhawk head bobbing like a chicken or hen. She finally smiled, though, and took another pull...this time holding it better and blowing smoke in o's. "What is this," she questioned quietly, having found a comfortable seat on his knee. She took another pull before she passed, letting the ash fall on his jeans.
He didn't even give a fuck, he could go put on another pair. "African Kush," he responded as the smoke exited his mouth and nose. "And I'm not driving that Queen shit anymore...I felt like a faggot. When does my Aston come in?" Puff.
"Saturday."
"When we leaving?" Puff.
"Monday night, I got a meeting that day."
"Oh ok...how's work?" Pass.
"This nigga in there fucking up!!" Puff.
"The new nigga?" He laughed again. "What he doing?"
"What I just said!" She coughed again. "fucking up!" Puff.
"That's all dumb niggas do around you huh? Get stuck on stupid when they see you huh? They need to stop looking so hard before they lose more than they job."
"Nigga...you ain't hard! Plus...I can handle it." Puff.
"You can't handle shit," he retorted as the l came to his hand. "You like this African shit?" Puff.
"It's aiight...I'm not even high."
He looked in her eyes and smiled, he could already see it. "I am." Puff.
"So pass it back asshole."
"In a second boss lady." Puff. Another charming smile and he gave it back to her before he kissed her shoulder. "You know I love you."
Puff. "yeah yeah...I love you too." Puff
"What time you got...."
Her cellphone interrupted his question and before he knew it, she was gone on the phone with his L. He might as well use his time constructively. Another cuban was grabbed and more Kush was broken down. By the time she came back, another l was rolled.
"I'm not going back in today," she said with a smile. "My lil nigga gets it done!!! And he'll fax it over to the crib, just in case."
He handed her the l and the lighter, before leaning further back on the recliner. "What if he still fucked up?"
Puff. "Then I'll send ya sexy ass to get it done right." Puff.
"You not my boss," he replied. "Your just my lady."
She passed the l back to him and took off the towel. "But it's fun for you if you work for me. You can do all the work..." She drifted out of the room, knowing well he would follow.
He sat there for a little bit and took a few pulls. "Cause you know I don't play."
Good Day...Sweet Dreams