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lighted, scented candles. My eyes searched for any girls, or anyone dressed like a prostitute, but there was no movement.
    “Right this way,” Serita instructed, snappin’ me from my detailed investigation.
    Mike remained in place as I took off behind Serita toward the office. I wondered would I really see him again. Betty’s appearance took me for a loop when I turned the corner. She reminded me of Della Reese from the movie
Harlem Nights
. She appeared to be in her early fifties and was overly intimidatin’, with her big, bodacious tits, and oversized stomach to match. She obviously got her influence on style from the old days. Her lipstick was bright red like mine, and her rosy rouge sat caked up on her cheeks.
    When she cleared her throat, I got antsy wonderin’ what she would say. My eyes darted to her silver and blackcolored hair. It was pinned up, and had a few curls danglin’ down the back of her neck.
    “Sit down,” she told me in an unfriendly tone.
    I rushed to sit in the chair directly across the desk from her. She shuffled a few papers, purposefully not givin’ me any eye contact. Although she hadn’t said much, her personality seemed cold, not welcomin’ like Serita’s.
    “Umh…,” Betty grunted, keepin’ her face downward. “So you know you’re here on a pass from Sugar G, right?”
    “Umh. Uuu-m-mh,” I stuttered.
    “I never personally met your pimp, Bo Rich, just talked to him on the phone a few times. But Sugar has vouched for him. Consider yourself blessed.”
    She finally glared up into my face while interlockin’ her hands on the desk. Her voice was deep and raspy, I guess to accommodate her big-boned, two hundred and seventy plus pound frame. Every word she said to me seemed like it came from deep in her gut. I continued to sit shiftless like a teenager caught up in the principal’s office.
    “Now we make a lot of money here. And we protect our girls,” she added, giving me another evil eye. “What’s the name you going by anyway?”
    “Co-Co,” I blurted out.
    “Well, Co-Co, you work from noon to midnight every day. And free time is every morning, and two hours every evening.”
    I nodded like an asshole after every sentence, ’cause Betty had me wantin’ to shit on myself. With every word she spoke, her face would wrinkle at the sides of her mouth. She stood up abruptly, only for me to jump back into my seat. I watched her walk around the room swayin’ her solid weight from side to side.
    “Respect is everything around here. Numberone, Respect this house. Number two, Respect my rules. Number three, Respect my clients and number four, don’t bring no damn drama to this house, no diseases either. Break any one of those rules, and I will personally have you and your pimp dealt with.”
    I wanted to let her know Bo was my man, not my pimp. But I figured she would tell me to shut the fuck up. Nobody would believe that anyway. So I just sat resemblin’ a robot, noddin’ away.
    “Everybody needs a passcode to get in here, so don’t get no crazy ass ideas. And just so you know… that,
I got your dinner
shit Mike used a few minutes ago, wont work.”
    “Oh…I didn’t.”
    “Shut up!” she shouted. “I’m not done. All girls who come here are invited or connected somehow. They come from all around the country. Understand you are
not
here to make friends. This is a competitive environment. Fuck as much as you can. As long as you on your back, you good. Lemme say this…you got my last bed for this week, so earn your stay.”
    She stopped to stare at me for a while, then allowed her eyes to zoom in on my outfit. “I hope you got something sexier than that.”
    “I do.”
    “You got any diseases? Your pimp didn’t send a health certificate.”
    “I’m all good. No AIDS, no STDS…nothin’.”
    “Umh… umph,” she uttered like she was still suspicious. “You gotta good look, nice full lips for sucking dick. You might be alright. Plus, you got that sexy Cindy