Nicki Minaj Called Me (Part 3/3)

[Link To Part 2]( [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ga1emz/nicki_minaj_called_me_part_23/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ga1emz/nicki_minaj_called_me_part_23/))

I woke up groggy the next morning. To my relief, the door was closed and I was alone. Comfortable.

I slid on my Buddy Holly glasses. At peace with the solitude around me… until I saw a letter lying on the dresser. The elaborate scribbled scrawl told me all I needed to know: Nicki had snuck in here during the night. Groaning, I grabbed the letter.

There was the schedule literally spelled out for me: gym, shower, interview. Even a curated wardrobe was included.

I put on the tight gym shorts. The red sleeveless shirt. Upon opening the bedroom door, Bobby Helms’s “Jingle Bell Rock” bombarded me. Not to mention this mansion’s blizzard… I couldn’t help but think how some people would find the holiday playlist a welcome reprieve from the Nickimania usually blasting. But not me. I missed the pop music in the face of this seasonal shit.

Then I hit the gym. The treadmill, the crunches. My meager weightlifting. All under those cameras’ red eyes. Not to mention the bizarre wax figure standing in the corner. The one watching me this whole time: a life-size Roman waxwork. Complete with the blonde wig, messy black dress… that deranged scowl.

Nicki Minaj Called Me (Part 2/3)

[Part 1]( [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ga1dvs/nicki_minaj_called_me_part_13/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ga1dvs/nicki_minaj_called_me_part_13/))

The shower was quick and painless. Only when I went back to my room there wasn’t the closet catalog to choose from: just the tight jeans and tight black t-shirt already sprawled out on the bed. Already selected by Nicki.

Later on, I walked past the constant cameras. The clothes tight and stylish. Just like how Nicki wanted them. I heard Tom Petty’s “Christmas (All Over Again)” coming from that dancefloor. Nicki’s Christmas playlist a twenty-four hour affair. The club open all night… Only Club Staff wasn’t. Down the hall I saw its door still closed. The lights off inside. Its Nicki soundtrack silent. Her wax sisters no longer partying since Ash and I left.

Ready for the Queen, I journeyed through the labyrinthe. The Christmas maze, the lights. The mairjuana tree. The long hallways and glowing gold records.

I only made one beer detour. One stop amongst the many roadside bars. After downing three bottles of Dos Equis, I felt more relaxed. More comfortable for Nicki and I’s forthcoming conversation.

I saw the open doorway leading to the studio. Leading me to Nicki Minaj. I glanced down at the tight jeans that would surely get her salivating. Took a deep breath. My soul with some hesitation before I went straight inside.

Nicki Minaj Called Me (Part 1/3)

I had no intention of ever going back. All these months later, and [the Nicki Minaj Experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/rhonnie14/comments/bdceon/premiere_i_was_hired_to_write_nicki_minajs/) still haunted me. Still lingered in my dreams and nightmares. Ash and I were only there for a few weeks but what felt like years given the sexual mania.

I felt exhausted from sex both pleasurable and taboo. All of it enjoyable even through the pain. Of course, by the time Nicki let us go, I was more than ready to leave her L.A. pink palace behind for our cozy apartment in Albany, Georgia. Even if Ashley wasn’t. And even if I never did get a biography out of it.

Being a newly-freed sex slave did present some problems. No longer could I rely on the Queen spoiling us. Soon, my book money ran dry. My series of odd jobs from [911 trainee](https://www.reddit.com/r/rhonnie14/comments/bxqm1e/premiere_this_is_my_scariest_911_call_and_it/) to [7th grade English teacher](https://www.reddit.com/r/rhonnie14/comments/cscing/premiere_i_found_a_disturbing_note_in_my_middle/) were predictable disasters. Here I was back to being a deadbeat horror writer. My small, loyal fanbase glad to see me churning out stories… Even if I was struggling to make any real cash. And on top of everything else, my ass was still sore heading into December.