“Now sit there and shut up until I ask you something,” he said slinging her towards a chair. Her mind was reeling as she hit the chair, the stinging pain in her arms bringing her back to reality. She didn’t like this whole pain thing, but he was right she was all hot and bothered. She was glad she wasn’t a guy, otherwise it would not have been easy to hide how much she did want to just throw him down on the floor and fuck him.

“What the hell was going on out there?” Fifty asked, watching Regina rub her wrists.

“Just breaking the bitch in,” Eminem replied nonchalantly, like nothing had happened.

“You beat on her or something?” he asked touching the back of his hand to Eminem’s arm while he starred at her.

“Na, just felt her up a little, she’ll be fine, trust me. Left the little fucker hornier than a bitch in heat though, it’s gonna be a fun night,” Eminem replied looking back at his prize.

“She a hot fuck?” Fifty asked looking back at his friend.

“Three times, one night, what do you think?” he asked grinning.

“Shit man, you thinking about sharing that piece of ass?” Fifty said looking back over at Regina who was sitting back in the chair and crossing her legs. She was, by all of his standards, a beautiful woman. Long, strong legs, nice sized breasts, beautiful face, slightly tinted skin, long black hair. He could just imagine, watching her, kneeling on the floor in front of him, her lips around…

“Not in your lifetime, Fifty, the bitch is mine,” Eminem replied laughing, breaking the other man out of his trance.

“Yeah,” Fifty replied, still looking over at the girl, “Come on, lets play back the track.” “Get over here,” Eminem said gesturing to Regina to come back into the booth. She got up, leaving her purse in the chair this time, sure wouldn’t get a chance to get away again. He grabbed a hold of her wrist again and pulled her inside, Fifty following, and Ace shutting the door behind the three of them.

“Play it back Ace.” Regina concentrated on the words, the sound and the tone of his voice. His voice was as usual, incredible. The words, fell short of any expectation she had. After the music died away he said,

“Well, what do you think?” She sat back a minute and thought about what she would say before she would say it.

“I ain’t buying what you’re selling,” she replied.

“Why not?” he asked, curious as hell as to what she would say.

“It’s old news. Besides no one cares how hard it is for you in the public eye. No one wants to hear how hard it is for celebrities, they just don’t care,” Regina replied sitting back.

“Well fuck em then!” he retorted.

“It’s your usual prerogative to,” she replied calmly. Ace and Fifty looked quietly at each other with wide eyes.

“So what do you suggest I do?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Trash it,” she said simply.

“The whole thing?” he asked. “Yeah, the whole thing,” she replied, eyeing him with a glint of superiority. She now knew the reason why he’d been so anxious to get her here. He had writer’s block, he needed help. How odd it was, to have this revelation that Eminem, the Eminem needed help, and from a woman nonetheless.

“Like you could do better?” he snapped sitting up.

“Course I could,” she replied.

“All right, fine, fine, get up, you’re gonna show me better then,” he replied standing up and grabbing her wrist again. He yanked her out of the chair, nearly knocking Fifty out of the way and pulled her in behind him into the booth, slamming the door behind him. He put the headphones on her ears and slammed back out the booth.

“Thinks she’s so damn smart, we’ll just see about that,” Eminem said muttering angrily under his breath as he threw himself down in the chair. Fifty and Ace just starred at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! Play the fucking beat already!” he screamed at Ace, gesturing wildly with his hands. Ace jumped to the soundboard and quickly turned up the beat till it filled the room.

“You got it Regina?” Ace asked into the microphone. She gave a thumbs up but didn’t look up. She looked down at the sheet of scribbled lyrics in front of her and concentrated on what she wanted to say. She could do this. She listened to the beat carefully for a full minute, bobbing her head to the sound and finally saying,

“All right, I got it.”

“Go ahead Regina,” Ace replied into the microphone. She gave one last nod and burst into rapid-fire lyrics.

“Its kinda hard for me, to see, why the hell so many people got a problem with me, obviously they’ve never really heard the real me, taking fragments of what I say, and try to say, that I’m that way, but they don’t see the real me, cause they never take time to listen to what I record fully, saying I tell kids to use drugs, guys to kill their girls with guns, slit their wrists, and beat shit, out they mothers and brothers, stay undercover, the real meanings in my songs, they won’t take time see, that it’s really just joking around, but all those mother fucking clowns, up in that off-white white house, don’t want to be bothered, with trying to find the, truth in my lyrics, cause they don’t want to believe that it wasn’t just me that grew up this way, and has a problem with all the bullshit they say, how the kids of America, have grown up in the poverty of White America, living and breathing and spewing the truth of non white collared youth, forced to live with our parents, backhands like bullets and beatings to say that they care for us, and the motherfucker wants to say he knows what it’s like, to be so poor that you can’t afford, the time, to stand in line, and even fucking vote for the other guy, who might not spend every dollar on war, and say its for a good cause, I’m not afraid of anything, that I’ve said or I’ve done, so fuck the president, he can’t listen to me, then I’m done.”

“Done?” Ace asked. She looked up and gave another thumbs up sign.

“All right, we got it, come on out,” Ace replied smiling nervously. Regina removed the headphones, replaced them on stand and stepped out of the booth, closing the door behind her.

“So, how was that?” she asked, still standing by the door. Ace and Fifty looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.

“What the fuck is so funny!” Eminem shouted, but they just kept laughing.

“That you, and couldn’t, then she, and whoa,” Fifty tried to get out between guffaws. Regina managed a small smile.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you!” he shouted again, pushing Fifty and Ace down into their chairs.

“Oh man, this is something, really something.” Ace said still coming down from his laughter.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” Eminem asked looking over at her.

“I don’t know,” she replied taking a seat.

“No, really, I want to fucking know,” he said shifting in his seat.

“I told you I don’t know, I’ve never done that before,” she replied truthfully.

“You’re kidding right?” Fifty asked, his laughter gone.

“No, I’m not, was it any good?” she asked seriously.

“Are you seriously, fucking telling me, that you never did any of that shit before?” Eminem asked.

“Yes! Do you understand that yet? No, I’ve never done it before,” Regina said getting annoyed. Eminem stood and opened the door of the room. “Guys, get in here and listen to this,” he called. All the guys got up from what they were doing and crammed in the room.

“Ace, play it back,” Eminem said taking his seat again. Ace rewound it, found the spot, turned up the volume and let it blast. Regina kept her head down and cringed at her own voice, this was worse than karaoke. There were a few bits of laughter from the group, a few oohs and ahs, some whoas, and a holy shit mentioned somewhere.

“Girl that was off the chain!” Fifty said grabbing her hand and giving it a shake. She looked up and saw the rest of the guys smiling at her.

“It was okay?” she asked.

“Fucking awesome, girl, fucking awesome,” Bizarre said grabbing her hand as well and shaking it.

“You didn’t say this girl could spit Em, where the hell you bin hiding her?” Proof said hitting Eminem on the shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Eminem replied. Regina looked over at him, he was smiling.