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  “What’s up, Ginger?” he asked, calling her by her stage name.

  “Hey,” she spoke holding her head down.

  “Good show. You made my cut?” He was straightforward.

  Michelle rolled her eyes. She didn’t appreciate the way Nick was always hassling her. With all the pussy she gave him, they should have been even by now. She tossed him the $1000 that she had already set to the side for him.

  Nick wasted no time counting the money. “Is this it?” He raised his eyebrow.

  “That’s all I made so far,” Michelle lied. There was no way in hell she was giving Nick a penny more.

  “Then you better get your lazy ass out there and work the V.I.P. At this rate I will never get my fucking money back,” he ranted.

  Michelle quickly got up leaving Nick in the dressing room to sulk in his own misery.

  Walking over to the bar she noticed Charisma sitting at the end in the very last seat looking all-prissy. This prissy ass bitch. Michelle smirked. In the midst of Michelle talking to Charisma she saw her opportunity walking through the door. He was so damn fine and intoxicating.

  “Ummm… the bathroom is that way.” Michelle pointed to the back.

  “Huh?” Charisma questioned.

  “Girl, go fix your face because your ass sure as hell ain’t looking right tonight.”

  Charisma sucked her teeth at her rude friend. By the end of the night she was going to bring Michelle down a notch or two for sure. Charisma grabbed her drink, thinking about throwing it in Michelle’s face. Maybe it would melt some of that plastic shit away and bring back her real friend. She then dismissed the thought and got up to go to the ladies room.

  Michelle exhaled and eagerly waited for Charisma to disappear into the bathroom.

  She sashayed her way over to the V.I.P area in the direction she’d seen her opportunity headed towards. On the way she declined the men who were grabbing at her with the wave of a hand. Michelle could be rude at times, but it was useless to mention it to her because she sure as hell didn’t give a damn! Standing in front of the glass tinted doors she began licking her lips. She peeped into the closed area and spotted her victim. Her eyes filled with lust and thirst.

  “Yummy! Come here, boo. You looking good tonight.” Michelle grabbed Yummy by the wrist. “Muah, muah.” Michelle falsely kissed Yummy on both sides of her cheeks.

  Yummy was all smiles. Michelle always seemed to treat her like an outcast and now here she was acting like her best friend. She was savoring the moment while it lasted, even if it was fake. Hell she wasn’t going to call Michelle out on her fake acts, she knew better than to do so.

  Michelle turned Yummy around by her thick hips and faced her towards the direction she wanted her to see. “You see them two dudes sitting right there?” Michelle pointed out.

  “Girl, they are fine.” Yummy shook her head.

  “Yes they are. Go ask the one with the red Yankee hat for a private.” Michelle went into her bra and pulled out three crumbled up hundred dollar bills and handed them over to Yummy.

  “Courtesy of my brother,” Michelle lied.

  Yummy’s eyes lit up at the money. Normally for her to take home three hundred bucks she would have to turn three nasty ass tricks. No fat, sloppy, stinking dudes for her tonight.

  As Yummy approached the dudes, Michelle bit down on her nails watching the dude who was hesitant about getting a private from Yummy. Hell he used to fuck with my fat ass so he shouldn’t have a problem with that curvy bitch. Michelle continued to bite her nails. Seeing the two of them coming out of the door hand and hand, Michelle rushed off to the side. She felt like a little girl hiding behind tables.

  When the two of them disappeared down the long dark hallway, Michelle stepped from behind the table. She placed her hands on her hips and seductively walked into the private V.I.P area. The three other girls that were already entertaining her guest she quickly dismissed with the roll of her eyes. Them hoes know not to play with me. I stay with my blade. I get first dibs up in this bitch. Michelle smiled. In the dark room all you could see was her pearly whites in the midst of the strobe lights. Her silhouette stuck out like a red thumb. That’s the dude who sat in front of her needed to see; a banging body and nothing else.

  “Want a private?” Michelle straddled him and whispered into his ear.

  “That’s what it is,” he replied.

  Michelle’s nostrils filled with his cologne. She lifted her fingers up and began stroking his long mustache. The Philly boys and their well-groomed mustaches always turned her on. She slid her snake like tongue out of her mouth, savoring his entire face. He uncomfortably began to stop her.

  “Shh.” Michelle placed her hands up to his lips. “Let me cater to you.”

  With the flashing strobe lights he finally got to get a glimpse at Michelle. She was one of the prettiest strippers that he had seen thus far. “What’s your name?” he asked.

  “Ginger,” Michelle replied.

  Not even five minutes later she was into it. “Yes, fuck this fat juicy ass! This pussy is all yours!” Michelle slammed her ass back against the big dick that was jammed up inside of her.

  He grunted as he continued to man handle Ginger. The chick had ass for days and was the wildest freak he had ever been with. They had been going at it for over ten minutes. Michelle quickly did everything sexual so she could get hers and he could get his before the two of them was caught.

  “Stick that big juicy dick in my fat ass!” Michelle yelled. “Oooh yes! Baby! Yes!!” Her legs began to shake underneath her. She inched her way up on the couch to catch her balance.

  “Ohhh shit,” he moaned.

  Michelle could feel his penis throbbing inside of her. She quickly pulled him out of her and began sucking him to his peak. “How was that?” Michelle whispered into his ear once he’d climaxed.

  “Man, that shit was right,” he replied.

  She got up and went to the end of the couch to grab a few baby wipes. Handing the wipes to him, Michelle was all smiles. “You got a number?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” he replied, thinking about hitting Michelle from the back one more time before he called it quits. He pulled out his cell phone and stored Michelle phone number. There was no need for her to get his being that she already had easy access to his number.

  “What’s your name, baby?” she asked.

  “T--" He hesitated. “T. Everyone calls me T.”

  Michelle rolled her eyes. “Okay cool then just T.”

  T went into his pocket, peeled off a couple of hundred dollar bills, and handed them over to Michelle who tucked the money in her bra. The money was good, but she would have really screwed dude on the house. But like they say, more money is always better.

  Michelle walked back to the dressing room smelling like dick and cum. She hated taking a shower at the club, but decided she better before she and Charisma hit up the club. Michelle was startled walking into the dressing room and seeing Charisma sitting at her station with her legs crossed and wearing a frown.

  “How you get in here?” Michelle questioned.

  “By some guy name Nick.” Charisma folded her hands over top of her knees. She glanced at the time on her cell phone and began to roll her eyes. “When will you be ready?” Charisma huffed.

  “Let me hop in the shower real quick. I been out their working and sweating up a storm,” Michelle replied.

  “Hmm. I bet.” Charisma smirked. She was no fool. She could smell dick on Michelle’s breath along with the stench of sex that Michelle carried into the dressing room with her.

  Michelle whipped the money out of her bra that she’d just got done sexing for and handed it to Charisma. “Hold this for me,” she told her.

  Charisma grabbed the tip of the money, barely wanting to touch it. “Hurry up. I’ma be in the car checking on my man.” Charisma smiled.

  Michelle raised her eyebrows. “Girl, stop being such a wuss. That nigga fine.” She laughed.

  Charisma wave
d her off. “I’ll be in the car.”

  “That nigga probably at home by now sleeping like a baby,” Michelle stated under her breath.

  Michelle stepped out the shower bumping into Nick. She licked her lips staring his chiseled body up and down, undressing him with her eyes. She had to admit, Nick was fine as hell. Already knowing what he already wanted, she was hoping she could prolong it another night or so. How the hell can I stack my bread when this nigga always around with his hands out? I’ma have to get rid of this nigga. I be damn if I’ma be shaking my ass, turning tricks, and busting all types of outrageous moves for this nigga to be stalking me like he was my damn pimp. Who the hell does he think he dealing with? You want money then give me back all the damn pussy and head I gave your ass, Michelle thought.

  Nick rubbed his palms together and began licking his lips. He just knew he was about to get paid tonight. All the money he saw Michelle making had to make up for the loss that he took at Harrah’s Casino the night before.

  Michelle continued to walk, heading towards her station.

  Nick was highly annoyed. He didn’t have the time to be playing around with Michelle, especially over his money. Nick stared at Michelle’s rear-end. All that ass jiggling that was going on tonight had him horny. He glanced at the unlocked door and had second thoughts.

  What the hell? It’s my fucking club I can do what I want to do up in this bitch and no one better not try to tell me differently, he thought to himself. He slapped Michelle’s bare ass so hard that it left his hand imprint.

  “Oww, that shit hurts,” Michelle yapped. A tear began to form in her eye. Nick’s heavy hand really made her ass sore.

  As Nick crept up on her, she could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. She rolled her eyes in the back of her head. Nick was really starting to make her sick to her stomach. She hated when someone walked up on her the way Nick was doing. Michelle glanced at her purse that rested on her station and then her eyes quickly scanned to where her locker was located. The lock had been broken off. I know this nigga didn’t just go through my shit like that, she thought.

  “You got my money?” Nick questioned.

  The little $1500 he just stole from Michelle’s purse wasn’t shit. The way she was moving and glowing there was definitely more and he wasn’t trying to hear otherwise.

  “Nope, whatever your trilling ass stole from me that’s all I have,” Michelle, snapped.

  Fuck playtime with Nick. She hurriedly began placing her clothing on. She had places to be, things to do, and people to see and Nick sure as hell didn’t fit into any of the equation.

  Nick grabbed Michelle by her long weave and tossed her onto the nearby bench. Quickly reacting, Michelle kicked Nick in his guts, which didn’t do anything to Nick. He grabbed Michelle by her wondering leg and twisted it, but not with all of his strength; just enough to make her realize who had the upper hand.

  “Ahhh,” Michelle cried out in agony.

  Nick ignored her cries and hushed her up by delivering powerful blows to her face.

  Michelle took her free hand and covered her nose. She was in love with the nose job she’d gotten and would be damned if she allowed Nick to fuck it up. Tears fell down her face and her eyes pleaded with Nick who had no remorse for her.

  “Bitch, I told you I want my fucking money. Now your lying ass done bought the beast out of Nick!” Whenever Nick got frustrated he started referring to himself as if he was someone beyond important. Nick, Nick, Nick was all that you would hear, which became quite annoying.

  “Help!” Michelle yelled.

  Nick undid his belt buckle with his free hand. His penis was bulging through his pants. Michelle yelling and crying had him on hard. He freed him manhood and flipped her over. Sweat poured from his forehead due to the excitement and the tussling with Michelle who was trying to protect herself by any means.

  Michelle had officially taken Nick back to ten years ago when he was once hardcore. He thought his pimping days were long over with once a young pimp by the name of Blaze got him for his entire stable. But, being a club owner equipped with a club full of high maintenance hoes, he found himself being someone’s daddy yet again.

  Michelle laid on the bench facing the door praying that someone would come in and help her out. Her body was enduring a great amount of pain from the surgery, the sexing, the dancing, and now Nick.

  The door swung open and Michelle smiled, thinking her prayers had been answered. “Big Jim! Help me!” Michelle cried out.

  Big Jim, the oversize, and overly cocky security guard, that was on duty, gazed at the sight before him. Jim was cool as hell but it was obvious that the nigga didn’t have any sense. He was from Alabama and after 15 years of living up north his ass was still country as hell.

  “Jim, get over here and hold this bitch legs,” Nick told Jim.

  Jim wobbled over to the two and did as his boss told him.

  It was funny that Michelle was begging for his help after the way she had always treated him, making him carry her bags to the car, always calling him big and dumb. He was glad to give Michelle some payback for the way she treated him.

  “Noooo!” Michelle cried.

  Big Jim held Michelle down while Nick rammed his short, fat penis into her asshole.

  “Bitch, you like fucking in my club and have the nerve to not wanna pay me! You wish you would have paid me now,” Nick rambled.

  The loss that Nick took was worth every penny of the humiliation that he was giving Michelle. When he was done, he held Michelle down and allowed Big Jim to take a few shots at her. Big Jim pinned Michelle up against the locker, holding her leg high in the air while he tore her insides up. The humiliation of rape lasted about 30 minutes none stop. Michelle felt like the area from her pussy to her asshole was ripped. Out of all the wrong doings that she’d done in her life, at that very moment she felt like the worst punishment had just been delivered to her.

  *****

  Charisma finished up her phone call with Trent and then gazed at the time on the car’s clock. She wondered what was taking so long. Playing softly in the background was her favorite song. “Oh this is my shit!” Charisma squealed. She turned the radio up on blast. Glancing in the mirror, she licked her dry lips and then whipped out her Ka’Oir lip-gloss and applied it to her lips while bouncing her head to the music. She debated upon whether she should coat her lips with her favorite money green lipstick created by the infamous Keyisha Dior or use her MAC Barbie Pink lipstick. She wore so many different lipstick colors that you couldn’t tell a blind person that she didn’t favor Keyshia Dior in many ways. The two of them were both drop dead unique beauties.

  “Fuck these other bitches, I ride for my niggas,” Charisma repeated over and over. She covered her mouth and laughed at the foul words she was using. She hated to have such a potty mouth, but sometimes people brought out the worst in her. It always seemed like the people who were the closest to her always seemed to do her wrong.

  Her mind raced back to when she was in high school and caught her mom cheating on her father. Her mother always told her that nothing could ever get past Charisma and that was nothing but the truth! Charisma didn't miss a thing, although she pretended to be blind a lot.

  When Mystical’s part came on she was bizarre, shaking her head so damn hard you would have thought her neck was going to snap. Once the song went off, she brushed her hair back into place and exited the car.

  She entered the club and headed to the back. Charisma crept the strippers’ locker room door open. She eased into the room just in time to see what was happening. She folded her arms across her chest as she stood and watched for a few seconds or so with a wide smile painted on her face. Seeing enough, she eased back out of the locker room and went back to the car. And this bitch thought I was somebody’s fool, Charisma thought. The second Michelle had walked in the locker room earlier; Charisma was hit with a big whiff of her man’s special made cologne. The scent was a mixture of different body sprays that she’d
gotten imported from Italy. Last year for Valentine’s Day she had the scent made just for Trent. On the bottle of the cologne was a nude picture of herself so that every time he picked it up to spray some on he would think of her sexy self. Charisma knew no other damn man in the world was walking around with that scent. If they were then she needed to get paid for her invention.

  Charisma didn’t blame Trent not one bit, She peeped how Michelle was drooling when Trent and Trig walked into the club. Michelle was familiar with Trent. Trent on the other hand didn’t recognize Michelle. Who would with all the surgery the bitch had gotten done? Her own mother wouldn’t recognize her if she stood right in her face. Hell, Jesus himself wouldn't have been able to recognize the plastic whore.

  Before leaving out to call-to-call Trent, Charisma thought she would give Michelle a little taste of Charisma. She’d stopped Nick and ratted on Michelle about turning tricks in the V.I.P room. The whole time she didn’t know that Nick enforced the tricking as long as his customers were happy and, more importantly, as long as he got his dough cheese. The problem was that Michelle owed him money.

  Satisfied with her payback, Charisma went back to the car. Approximately ten minutes later Michelle walked out to the car. Her confident stride was set to the side as she walked like she had just been fucked in the ass with a pole.

  Charisma laughed to herself and pretended to end a phone call. “Damn bitch, what the fuck were you in there doing? Fucking? Or getting fucked?” Charisma laughed so hard her silk panties were nearly wet.

  “No bitch, I was in there fucking fighting. If your ass would have came and checked on me you would have known. Girl, why the fuck these three strippers jump me because them played hoes mad that I’m stacking hella bread and they fucking around with a piggy bank?” Michelle lied.

  Charisma stared at Michelle for a second. “Dammmnn! I wish I had been there. I would have knocked a bitch out for you, girl. You like my fucking sister. Matter-of-fact, let’s go holla at them hoes,” Charisma said. Every word came out of her mouth with a trail of phoniness.