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on? I’m about to take a shower and my clothes smell like smoke. So of course I don’t want to put them back on.”
    The girls loud bubbly voice almost made me drop my bottle of champagne because I didn’t even notice her. She was standing in the living room naked just like me. It took me a moment to respond to her because I zoomed in on a floral vein tattoo that went up the curve of her waist. As long as it was the shit was actually hot.
    “I like your tattoo,” I said casually and kept drinking from the bottle.
    “Thanks,” she grinned as if excited I gave her a compliment. “So what about those clothes because we’re about the same size,” she said still grinning.
    “Oh doll, I don’t share my clothes. You’ll be leaving here in the same thing you came in—smoke smelling and all.”
    “I don’t understand.” It was funny because she was totally giving me the perplexed look.
    “I get it. You think because we shared a bed and a man, sharing clothes would be no big deal. Besides the fact that I never share my clothes unless they’re last season and I’m done with them for good. I’m never going to see you again so I won’t get my clothes back.”
    “Huh?”
“Huh,” I said back mockingly.
    “What is with you?”
    “The question is what is with you? What are you twelve? What don’t you get? You got to fuck Sway. Okay great! When you leave here call all your girlfriends and let them know because it was a onetime thing, trust me. You know how many times I’ve woken up and he’s had a different girl in the bed with him. You’re not special sweetie. If he planned on keeping you around you wouldn’t be asking me for a change of clothes because they would already be in the closet, like mine. Now if you would excuse me, there’s a video shoot we’re going to in a couple of hours and I need to take a shower.”
    “Good morning,” Sway said walking out the bedroom with his dick swinging everywhere as I was ending the conversation.
    “Hey baby, I was just about to come get back in the bed with you,” the girl said giving a full watt smile.
    “What the fuck are you still doing here? You need some cab money or something to get home?”
    Of course the girl’s smile turned to a straight frown and then she rested her eyes on me. I simply mouthed; I told you so and walked to the bedroom. As I went in the bathroom and turned on the shower I could hear the girl damn near begging for Sway to let her stay. Then she was trying to give him her phone number so he could keep in touch with her. It was the same song and dance I had witnessed on too many occasions to count and every time each chick made the same mistake. They would throw the pussy at him and then sniff after him like a lost puppy.
    As the hot water drenched my body I thought about when I met Sway. Like the rest of these broads, I gave him the pussy too in a blink of an eye but the difference was he had to come looking for me. I made sure after I fucked him every which way I could that when he woke up I was gone. That shit was planned and strategized the same way Hollywood actresses plot to get the leading role in a movie.
    The guy that invited and introduced me to Sway, at his party was his stylist, so I knew that he would have a way of getting in touch with me. Sure enough that morning he woke up and I was gone he called me. It was from a blocked number and I never accept blocked calls so he left me a message with his phone number. I didn’t even return the call. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud thinking back to how everything went down. Then the next day his stylist called me letting me know that Sway was trying to get in touch with me. I played it off like I hadn’t checked my messages. He then gave me the number himself and told me to call Sway when we got off the phone, of course I didn’t.
    My girl Brittani who attended all the industry events had already told me that in a few days Sway’s manager was having a birthday party. So I