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pushed the thoughts from my head as I put everything back into my purse. I was fishing for a stick of gum when I noticed the wad of money in the zipper compartment. As I put a piece of Juicy Fruit in my mouth, I couldn’t help but grin. It had been a good night and, according to Honey, it would only get better.
    After taking one final look, I stepped out of the bathroom. That sexy muthafucka had rolled onto his back. I stood there admiring his six-foot-two, two-hundred-forty-pound body. Even sleeping Chris’s dick was hard. And Lord knows he knew how to use it. I could still feel him inside me. Just staring at his dick, I was tempted to climb back on for another long ride. But I didn’t have time for self-gratification. He and I were strictly business. I was in need of another sponsor, and Chris was a prime candidate.
    I met Chris at Scandalous where I danced three nights a week. Now, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t no ho; instead, I was a bona fide entertainer. I believed in making sure a man got his money’s worth. Chris had been jocking my ass all night—buying drinks, paying for lap dances. He was definitely a high roller, which was what every girl working the club wanted.
    I reached down on the floor beside the bed for my pink dress and slipped it over my body. I then retrieved my thong and stuck it in my purse just as Chris rolled over and opened his eyes. Damn, why the hell he have to wake up?
    â€œYo, where you going?” he asked in a sleep-sexy voice.
    With a silly smirk, I gazed down at him, lying there stretching every muscle in his body. He was what any woman would call hot chocolate. Dark, sweet, and delicious. “I gotta go.”
    Chris had the nerve to laugh like he thought I was pulling his leg or some shit. “Whatcha mean you gotta go? I got somethin’ here that’s worth staying for.” He lay there stroking his dick, and I couldn’t believe that thing had the nerve to grow two more inches. Licking my lips, I was tempted, but time was money and I had money on my mind.
    â€œSorry ... time’s up.” I took a seat on the end of the bed and slipped my foot into a strapless stiletto. Obviously, Chris was used to getting his way. He moved across the bed and started kissing my neck.
    â€œHow ’bout another hour?” he suggested.
    Leaning into him, I closed my eyes and allowed myself a few seconds to enjoy his wet tongue running across my cheek. But when he tried to slobber inside my ear, I flinched and moved away. I hated that shit. “You can have another hour, but it’s gonna cost you another two hundred.” Dudes like him just don’t seem to get it. Don’t get me wrong. I love me a thug. However, if I was thinking about getting serious with a man, which I wasn’t, it definitely wouldn’t be with a man who paid for pussy. “Sorry, boo, but time is money.”
    â€œSee, Treasure ... that’s yo problem ... It’s always ’bout money. Fuck, you already got five and some change outta my black ass tonight!” he hissed, then paused long enough to bat his long, thick eyelashes at me like I was gonna cave in. “C’mon, can’t you give a nigga a break?” Chris spoke in a deep, sexy-ass tone that was supposed to turn me on. He obviously hadn’t ever met a bitch like me.
    I found my other shoe under the bed and reached for it before meeting his gaze. “This ain’t no two-for-one coupon.” I hardened my voice to convince him I was all about business. The dick was good, but it wasn’t all that. Besides, Chris knew when he asked me for some he was gonna have to pay for it. Did he really think after throwing it on me I was looking for a relationship?
    â€œI guess it’s nothing but business with you.” He had lowered his voice to almost a whisper and then had the nerve to give me this fake-ass look like his feelings were hurt when I knew good and damn well he already