laughing.
“Naw, nigga. Can’t nobody influence me. I’m just getting smart, that’s all.”
“Shit. Seems like you want to get all legit all of a sudden. You meet a broad and it’s let’s try some real estate shit. Nigga, do you know that no real business is gonna pay like this?” JoJo asked.
Tommy decided that there was no use in trying to show them another way.
*****
Mark found himself in a dark corner in the back of the Uptown Carousel.
A small busty black girl approached him. “You wanna dance?” “No, I’m fine.”
“Yes, you are.” She sat on Mark’s lap.
“Would you mind getting off me?”
She frowned. “So what are you in here for if you don’t want
entertainment?”
“Just to get a drink.”
“Nigga, you drinking water,” the woman said, glancing at the
bottled water in front of him.
“Listen, can you just leave me alone? I’m not bothering anybody.” “Oh… stuck-up-ass nigga. I bet you got a small dick, anyhow,”
the woman said as she walked away.
“Next entertainer up is Jennifer,” the DJ announced. Pop That
Thang by Christina Millian was played. When Jennifer walked on
stage, two black guys, two white guys, and a Hispanic—all with
money in their hands—surrounded the stage.
Jennifer walked to the edge and stood in front of the Mexican,
pulled her thong aside, and ordered him to give up the handful of
cash.
One of the black guys moved closer.
Jennifer walked seductively across the stage then looked back.
With her finger, she signaled for one of the guys to follow her. They
all scrambled and made their way to the other side of the stage,
where she got down on all fours. One by one they all relinquished
their cash.
Then another set of guys came up during the second song. By
the time she’d finished dancing the stage was covered with cash.
One of the bouncers brought a bag out to help her pick up all the
money.
As she left the stage, she walked by Mark’s table. “Hey, that was
quite a performance you put on up there,” Mark said.
“Oh, Mr. DEA, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, I’ve been here for a while.”
She slid into the booth beside him. “Will you buy me a drink?” she
asked.
“Jennifer, you just made at least three hundred dollars.” She frowned. “What is the world coming to when a guy can’t buy
a girl a drink?”
“No, it’s not like that at all. I was just kidding you.”
Jennifer smiled then flagged down the waitress and ordered a sex
on the beach.
“So what brings you here?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t know. I guess I was kind of bored and didn’t have anything
else to do.”
She giggled. “You just don’t look like the type that would be hanging
at a titty bar.”
“Neither do you.”
She frowned. “Well, Mr. Federal Agent, my life hasn’t been all
peaches and cream.”
“Nobody’s life has. That’s only in the movies.”
The waitress placed Jennifer’s drink on the table. Soldier by
Destiny’s Child played in the background. Jennifer hummed along. “So you like street guys, huh?” Mark inquired.
“Not necessarily.”
“What kind of guys do you like?”
She sipped her drink, looked away for a moment, then said, “We
are a bit inquisitive, aren’t we?”
“Just conversation, that’s all.”
“I know. I’m just kidding with you, man. Don’t be so uptight.” She
reached across the table and loosened his collar. “Come on, man,
relax. I don’t like stiff guys.” She giggled. “I take that back. I like stiff
guys, but not guys that act stiff.”
“How did you and Twin meet?”
“We met in the mall. He walked up to me and told me to pick out
anything in the mall and he would buy it.”
Mark’s eyebrow’s rose. “So what did you do?”
“I went on a mini shopping spree. I spent maybe three or four
thousand dollars.”
“Does he make you happy?”
She looked away but didn’t answer.
“He doesn’t make you happy, does he?”
She drank the rest of her drink in one gulp. “You see, Mr. DEA, it
isn’t always
“Naw, nigga. Can’t nobody influence me. I’m just getting smart, that’s all.”
“Shit. Seems like you want to get all legit all of a sudden. You meet a broad and it’s let’s try some real estate shit. Nigga, do you know that no real business is gonna pay like this?” JoJo asked.
Tommy decided that there was no use in trying to show them another way.
*****
Mark found himself in a dark corner in the back of the Uptown Carousel.
A small busty black girl approached him. “You wanna dance?” “No, I’m fine.”
“Yes, you are.” She sat on Mark’s lap.
“Would you mind getting off me?”
She frowned. “So what are you in here for if you don’t want
entertainment?”
“Just to get a drink.”
“Nigga, you drinking water,” the woman said, glancing at the
bottled water in front of him.
“Listen, can you just leave me alone? I’m not bothering anybody.” “Oh… stuck-up-ass nigga. I bet you got a small dick, anyhow,”
the woman said as she walked away.
“Next entertainer up is Jennifer,” the DJ announced. Pop That
Thang by Christina Millian was played. When Jennifer walked on
stage, two black guys, two white guys, and a Hispanic—all with
money in their hands—surrounded the stage.
Jennifer walked to the edge and stood in front of the Mexican,
pulled her thong aside, and ordered him to give up the handful of
cash.
One of the black guys moved closer.
Jennifer walked seductively across the stage then looked back.
With her finger, she signaled for one of the guys to follow her. They
all scrambled and made their way to the other side of the stage,
where she got down on all fours. One by one they all relinquished
their cash.
Then another set of guys came up during the second song. By
the time she’d finished dancing the stage was covered with cash.
One of the bouncers brought a bag out to help her pick up all the
money.
As she left the stage, she walked by Mark’s table. “Hey, that was
quite a performance you put on up there,” Mark said.
“Oh, Mr. DEA, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, I’ve been here for a while.”
She slid into the booth beside him. “Will you buy me a drink?” she
asked.
“Jennifer, you just made at least three hundred dollars.” She frowned. “What is the world coming to when a guy can’t buy
a girl a drink?”
“No, it’s not like that at all. I was just kidding you.”
Jennifer smiled then flagged down the waitress and ordered a sex
on the beach.
“So what brings you here?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t know. I guess I was kind of bored and didn’t have anything
else to do.”
She giggled. “You just don’t look like the type that would be hanging
at a titty bar.”
“Neither do you.”
She frowned. “Well, Mr. Federal Agent, my life hasn’t been all
peaches and cream.”
“Nobody’s life has. That’s only in the movies.”
The waitress placed Jennifer’s drink on the table. Soldier by
Destiny’s Child played in the background. Jennifer hummed along. “So you like street guys, huh?” Mark inquired.
“Not necessarily.”
“What kind of guys do you like?”
She sipped her drink, looked away for a moment, then said, “We
are a bit inquisitive, aren’t we?”
“Just conversation, that’s all.”
“I know. I’m just kidding with you, man. Don’t be so uptight.” She
reached across the table and loosened his collar. “Come on, man,
relax. I don’t like stiff guys.” She giggled. “I take that back. I like stiff
guys, but not guys that act stiff.”
“How did you and Twin meet?”
“We met in the mall. He walked up to me and told me to pick out
anything in the mall and he would buy it.”
Mark’s eyebrow’s rose. “So what did you do?”
“I went on a mini shopping spree. I spent maybe three or four
thousand dollars.”
“Does he make you happy?”
She looked away but didn’t answer.
“He doesn’t make you happy, does he?”
She drank the rest of her drink in one gulp. “You see, Mr. DEA, it
isn’t always
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