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danced at the same time. First, we danced alone, and then we danced together. The guys seemed to be warming up, but none of them was raining dollars yet. I went over to Harold’s sexy ass first, straddled his lap, and worked him so good, he nutted.
    “Damn, girl,” he groaned. He was loving it, too. His dick was still hard as hell. He yanked at my fishnets until a hole was big enough for him to pull my panties to the side. When he dipped his fingers inside, I stood up. Harold wanted to fuck. And now wasn’t the time. I smiled and danced away to the next dude, a greedy-looking nigga with dollars in his hand. That’s what I was talking about. T-Pain and Akon purred out the speaker as I got Big Homie up. Ain’t take no time at all. As soon as my ass pressed against his jeans, he was rock. He must’ve been the one who was locked up. I took his money with the quickness.
    “I’m saying, I want more than this,” he whispered.
    “I got you,” I said. “Let’s go.”
    Big Homie stood up and took me to a bedroom in the back. I could hear Gucci Mane singing, “She’s a very freaky gurl/Don’t bring her to mama,” as he closed the door.
    “You sexy as shit, but I just need some head.”
    “That’s a hundred dollars.”
    He dug in his wallet and handed the bill to me. I put it in my bra with the other money I took from him, and then I sat Big Homie on the edge of the bed. As soon as I unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out, nut drizzled all over my fingers.
    “My bad,” he laughed. “It’s been awhile since a girl touched him.”
    “It’s all good,” I said, smiling to make him feel at ease. “You sure you can handle me?”
    “That’s all right. Let me just look at you or something.”
    “Okay.” I stood up and danced to the faint music for him, then did a split and put my leg behind my head.
    “Goddamn,” Big Homie moaned as he played with hisself. “I’m cumming again.”
    “It’s all good,” I said, smiling. I got up and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Do you mind if I go back out there with your friends?”
    He shook his head, then left to go to the bathroom.
    That shit was easy. I walked back to the living room. Meeka’s ass already had a dick in her mouth and another one in her hand. Harold came up to me, rubbing his dick with one hand and holding a bottle of Cîroc in the other.
    “I want your ass bad as shit,” he said as he pushed me back in the room. Harold picked me up and carried me to the bed like a caveman. My pussy jumped. He bit my nipples through my bra and kissed down my stomach, and then he ripped my fishnet bodysuit apart like it was gift-wrapping paper.
    “Wait,” I said, pushing his chest up some. “You know you gotta pay for this, right?”
    “Yeah,” he said, burying his head in my neck. “I got you, I got you.”
    He was so fucking sexy. I swear I ain’t wanna interrupt. I couldn’t get enough of his Jean Paul Gaultier cologne. His beard tickled my neck as he kissed me.
    “For real, Harold, you gotta pay me first.”
    “Man, fuck! I’m just trying to get this nut out real quick, then I’ll get it.” I saw a vein on his neck pulsate. Now, I wasn’t no fool. I knew how this was gonna go. If he wasn’t gonna pay me first, then he wasn’t gonna pay it at all. But the tricky thing was, if I complained too much, he wasn’t gonna give me the other half he owed me and Meeka for dancing and coming out here. This is what I hated about not having no pimp. A pimp would’ve made sure everything went the way it was supposed to go. Money first. See, for real, Harold ain’t think he should have to pay extra since he’s the one who orchestrated the whole little event. The best thing for me to do in this situation was to just take a loss and let him have a freebie. I’d be better off getting the other 250 than the nothing I’d get if I pissed him off.
    When Harold was done, I got up and went to the bathroom. I wasn’t even in the mood to finish dancing. I popped