Nicki Minaj Did It On Em Novels & Stories

"I don't want to grab attention by flashing my breasts." "What are you talking, girl? Women literally roam around in clubs showing their ass off and nobody cares about it." She frowns. "And your dress is just going to reveal a little bit of your cleavage. It isn't that bad and after all its such a nice dress," she says, giving me a sly smile. "Just a little bit?" I snort. Is she crazy or what? "Please, Nikki, Don't say no to this. Please...?" She says making a puppy dog face. I know how far Emily can go to get me into doing this so I don't waste my time arguing with her and agree.

But no, at the last minute—literally, two and a half hours before show time, Nikki “came down with something.” Please. She was about as sick as a catwalk model with a sprained nail. I bet she had gotten sucked into the rabbit hole of the rumors swirling around the company and decided she didn’t want to be the public face of the drama for even one night. Coward. And guess who got volunteered as tribute?

June Skylar called out as she rushed back to the vanity to pick up and put on the mask she had worn ever since she started working at Emmys Club. "Just relax, Okay? Take a deep breath" Anita offered and continued after June had taken one and then another, "Everything will be alright. Okay?" She stood on tiptoes and gave her friend a brief hug and she went back to struggling to put her hose on. Just like every stripper at Emmys on Friday nights, Anita and June were performing too and the manager was going to have both of their heads on a platter if they weren't out in five minutes.

What had the world come to, where I was apologizing to a student for not having sex with her? "And you're not. Trust me, I know what I'm worth. All this?" She gestured expansively to her bust, or maybe it was meant to refer to the entirety of the person sporting it. "It's premium content. There's bitches got onlyfans and private snapchats making bank who don't got half of this. Feel me? I ain't coming in here crying because poe widdle me ain't getting her muffin buttered. Now lemme axe you again, why you ain't fucked me?" One unintended slight and suddenly she was full-on channeling Nicki Minaj at me. Poor time for a lecture on cultural appropriation, though, I supposed. "I don't know, Abbie

,and Nicki Minaj's classic hit song 'Bang Bang' She had seen it as one of my most played Spotify wrap up last year and decided we sing it together. It was fun but it also felt like a humiliation ritual because we didn't get the words right and neither of us could hit a good note. We got out of the party slightly drunk, laughing hysterically on the street while we waited for our Uber driver. We got home and ended up ordering some shawarma wraps and diet coke for dinner. It was almost 10pm at the time when we selecting a movie to watch.

Hearing how hard her friend was trying to explain, Emma’s laughing voice sounded from the other end of the phone, “Hahaha… Oh, please, Mika, you sounded like a girlfriend explaining the reasons she cheated on her man.” Anamika chuckled, “That's not a very good subject to compare with, you know.” “Ah, really? I bet you haven't seen the drama you've created. Hahahaha…the anchormen and anchorwomen are killing me. Girl! You need to see the drama going on, all over the internet. You are trending!" she laughed out loud. "Don't f*ck with me. I haven't done anything noteworthy since I arrived in Nairaland." Anamika refused to take her seriously.

But later on, I had lost myself in the song and was singing a bit more freely. Up next, Nicki Minaj's Chun Li started to play. As a huge fan of Nicki Minaj, I didn't realize when I had gone full blast, rapping smoothly without even looking at the screen for the lyrics. When the song finally came to an end, I turned to see Dante staring at me, holding back a smile with that glint of amusement in his eyes. Oh, great. "Don't stop on my account." He rushed out. "I enjoyed your performance, Nicki." He chuckled now, and I joined in.

He got on his feet and sat on the couch. I stood up and shrugged out of my jacket. I picked up my phone and went to Spotify and picked the song that I wanted to play: Bad Intentions by Niykee Heaton, Migos and OG Parker. When the song began to play, I moved my waist to the rhythm. I looked at Adrian and saw realization dawn on his face. He knew what I was about to do.

On a Saturday morning two weeks after Simon leaves me fighting tears–unsuccessfully–outside the departure area, I’m sitting at the kitchen island, on a video call with Nicki. “What’s that on your neck?” she asks, making a gesture towards her own neck. I reach for my neck and raise my brow. “Like what?” “Like a hickey.” Nicki’s eyebrows pull together as she moves closer. “Wait…actually that looks more like a bite mark.” She sits back and wiggles her brow at me. “I suppose you are not taking it slow this time, uh?”

Mini whispered, feeling confused about how to tell Novi that Sis Diki was standing behind her. "Listen to me and see how I move," Novi spread her t-shirt so that it made her shoulders and slightly visible, Novi immediately started singing. "Mas, what am I still not beautiful, Opo is not sexy, tho, mas?" Novi sings while demonstrating eroticism back and forth with movements.