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  Kola stood by the stage and was fixated on a sweaty, young female working hard for a few dollars. The stripper was short, but thick all over. She was butt naked, her shoes laid on one side of the stage and her clothing to the opposite. With her legs spread, she was playing with her clit to the sound of Drake. She worked the stage with such zeal; she looked like she was born to be a freak.

  Kola smiled, admiring the girl. She was somewhat into women. For her, it felt good to try new things, and tonight she wanted to experiment with her third threesome. Bored, she was ready to indulge in some sexual excitement.

  Kola began tipping the dancer. She spread a few dollars onto the girl and had her work her body for a few twenties in singles. The dancer rotated, made her ass cheeks clap like applause, and spread herself all around, showing Kola every inch of her body—ass crack and all. Her kitty-cat was shaved, her thighs were thick like a tree trunk, and her nipples were dark like Hershey’s chocolate. The girl put on such a show; Kola gave her an extra twenty.

  “What’s ya name?” Kola asked.

  “Kandy.”

  “I like you, Kandy,” Kola said.

  “Thanks.”

  Kola felt up her tits, grabbed her thighs. “I wanna talk to you later.”

  “A’ight,” Kandy replied with a smile.

  Mike-Mike returned with Kola’s drink. He looked over at Kandy then asked Kola, “You like that?”

  “Yeah, she’s cute and sexy.”

  “Fuck it. You wanna do her?” he asked.

  “Let me look around first,” Kola said.

  Mike-Mike nodded and took a sip from his Corona. He looked around the room to see who was who, made some quick observations, and then focused his attention back to Kola and the girl on stage.

  The place was buzzing with naked, willing women and constantly flowing with alcohol. Men and women were disappearing in and out of the back rooms for VIP all night. Money was being made, while fantasies were being fulfilled.

  Kola watched some lesbian action being performed on stage, where two girls were contorted in the 69 position, tits pressed against flesh; legs spread wide.

  The men howled and tossed dollar bills at the lewd action. One dude even went as far as to pour his beer down one girl’s back and then between the other girl’s legs. Still, the girls didn’t miss a beat pleasing each other.

  Fixated on the action just like the men, Kola continually tossed money at them. An hour had passed, and she was on her third drink. Feeling tipsy and horny, she looked around for Kandy and spotted the thick, bootylicious, brown-skinned shorty giving someone a lap dance in a nearby corner. Kola kept her eyes keenly on Kandy, admiring her thick physique and sexy swag.

  Kola was loose like her mother, having quickly adopted her promiscuous ways. She loved action. She’d lost her virginity to Mike-Mike at thirteen, and from there on, sex was her playground. It was her world to explore and enjoy—mostly with men, but sprinkled with a few women if they were cute and sexy like her. She and Mike-Mike would frequent certain strip clubs looking for the right ladies to get up with. They had an agenda and wanted to get things in motion before summer’s end.

  Kola wanted out of her mother’s place and was willing to do whatever it took. Even though she and her mother were alike in many respects, sometimes they bumped heads. She couldn’t understand why her mom was always tripping. She thought it was hate, coming from her moms. Kola had her youth, and her mother didn’t. Her mother still possessed her beauty, but Denise didn’t have that hustle like Kola, who knew those welfare schemes were getting old. There wasn’t any real money behind a government check, and Kola wasn’t about to get pregnant by some nigga and lose her dynamite shape just to hit a nigga up for child support. It wasn’t happening.

  Though she and Apple were cool sometimes, Kola felt that Apple was just too chill, reserved, and maybe even looked down on her. Kola was a freak, but she was about herself and ready to make it happen in any way possible. In Kola’s mind, Apple was lazy. She was one step away from getting knocked up by some loser and living off welfare checks just like Denise. Kola wanted more. She and Mike-Mike had devised a scheme to get money, and they were ready to put their plan in motion as soon as they chose the right girls to participate.

  Kola tapped Mike-Mike on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “I’m ready to do this. I wanna fuck wit’ her.” She pointed over to Kandy.

  Mike-Mike smiled. “Nice.” He downed his shot of Henny and said, “Whenever you ready.”

  Kola got up and walked over to Kandy. She watched Kandy grind against the young man’s hard-on, her legs spread across his lap. She loved the way Kandy leaned back into the dude, her back pushed against his chest as he cupped her tits, and her arm wrapped around him for control, her fat ass parked in his lap like a root.

  Kandy was naked in his grip, feeling the guy’s hard dick pushing through his jeans. When she looked up and noticed Kola staring at her, she displayed a lustful smile. Kandy licked her lips and continued to toy with the young client.

  The feel of her soft buttery skin and juicy pussy had him wide open. He moaned in her ear, “Damn, ma! You got a nigga wanting to fuck right now.”

  “You gotta pay to play,” she replied.

  Kola enjoyed the show that Kandy had put on and felt the urges between her legs. When the two women locked eyes, Kandy immediately knew what the look was about. It was one she was familiar with. She quickly finished up her lap dance; making him grunt and moan then collected her money after rising up from the rigid dick that was pushing against her butt while pleasing him. Kandy excited the young dude to the point where he had to get up and rush to the bathroom. She smiled at her effect on him.

  “That was nice,” Kola stated.

  “You like that?” Kandy teased.

  “I did. But, me and my friend, we’re ready to pay to play wit’ you,” Kola told her. “How much?”

  Kandy stared at Kola’s beauty, admiring the stunning young girl from head to toe, and uttered, “Two hundred.”

  “Cool, let’s go,” Kola said.

  Kandy smiled and picked up her things. Sweaty and naked in her clear six-inch stilettos, she followed behind Kola. Mike-Mike met the girls at the entrance to the long hallway that led to one of the four VIP rooms. He slipped the security a fifty-dollar bill for the room and followed behind the two women.

  Kandy led them into a dimmed room, which was sparsely decorated with a long leather couch and a folding chair. The room was a reasonable size for sex or other pleasures, with the burning incense masking any bad smell from previous use of the room.

  Mike-Mike closed the door behind him, ready to fuck and get some head.

  Kandy waited for her payment, which came from Mike-Mike. He pulled out a wad of bills and passed Kandy two hundred dollars in twenties. Liking the attraction, Kandy smiled, and the trio wasted no time.

  “How you want it?” Kandy asked.

  “Us first; he can watch,” Kola instructed.

  Again, Kandy smiled. She walked up to Kola and placed her hands on her hips. She neared her face toward Kola’s and then glanced over at Mike-Mike, who was seated in the folding chair and watching the two intensely.

  Kandy slowly began to lift Kola’s short skirt up, exposing the pink-and-white panties she had on. Kandy then removed them with a smile and care, having Kola step out of them and show off her trimmed pussy hairs. Kola’s rich light-brown skin was soft like silk, and Kandy touched her in admiration. Kandy gradually moved her hand up Kola’s smooth thighs, grabbed her throbbing pussy, and began finger-fucking her slowly and deliberately.

  Kola let out a pleasing moan and clenched her walls around Kandy’s fingers, and as the two kissed excitedly, she felt Kandy’s finger pushing deeper into her.

  Mike-Mike sat with patience, admiring the action and growing harder by the minute, as Kola and Kandy moved their action over to the leather couch, where Kandy made Kola lie on her back. Kola arched upwards and spread her legs.

  When Kola was
in position, waiting with anticipation for her kitty to be licked, Kandy moved between her legs and buried her face into her throbbing pussy. Her tongue wrestled with Kola’s sensitive clit. Kola gasped and clasped her legs around Kandy, who dug her tongue deep inside Kola’s pussy and slipped a wet finger in her ass.

  As Kandy busied herself with Kola, Kola looked over at Mike-Mike with an inviting smile. She panted, feeling Kandy’s tongue skillfully digging into her, and then gestured for him to join in on the fun.

  Mike-Mike stood up and pulled off his shirt, revealing his hairy, tattooed chest. He moved closer to the ladies, unbuttoning his jeans, and removing his Timberlands. After taking a long pull from a cigarette, he put it out before taking a seat on the couch and removing his boxers.

  Kandy paused to gaze at Mike-Mike’s package. She wanted to see what he was working with and was really impressed.

  Mike-Mike leaned back with his arms across the couch in a dignified manner, his dick hard like a rock. He was big and long, and ready to fuck.

  Kandy leaned in for the action. She engulfed him whole, showing Mike-Mike her skill in sucking dick, deep-throating him while coiling the tip with her tongue and massaging his nuts. Kola joined in on the action, tea-bagging him from below.

  Mike-Mike had both ladies slobbering him down, as he closed his eyes, enjoying the treat. Soon, a Magnum was ripped open and rolled onto his thick size, and Kandy quickly straddled him. She jerked, clinging to his thick frame, gasping, and he fucked her like the beast he was.

  He then changed the condom and switched to Kola. He fucked her from the back, squeezing her neck and slapping her ass.

  The three went at it intensely. Kandy rode Mike-Mike like he was a stallion in a race, while Kola sat on his face and had her pussy eaten out.

  Kola squirmed and exhaled, clawing at his chest, feeling his tongue wiggle inside of her. She was about to come, and she let it be known. “Oh shit! Baby, I’m comin’,” she exclaimed, feeling her ass squeezed like it was a juicy fruit.

  Kandy rode his dick, feeling every inch of it travel farther inside her. Her legs quivered, and she bit down on her tongue as Mike-Mike thrust deep into her.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh shit! Oh, big daddy! Oh shit!” Kandy cried out, feeling the urge to come all over his big, working dick.

  Mike worked Kola’s pussy deep like a coal miner and then felt her come all over his face. Spent, Kola rolled off his face like she was limp and hit the floor.

  Kandy was next. She twisted and turned and buried her manicured nails into Mike-Mike’s skin, feeling herself explode from the constant pounding he put her insides through.

  “Aaahhhh shit! Oh shit! Fuck!” Kandy screamed out as her body tensed up from the action, his dick roughing her pussy up.

  Kandy closed her eyes and came like she never had before. She felt the pulsation of Mike-Mike’s orgasm quaking inside of her like he was Mount St. Helens erupting. She collapsed on his chest and knew it was the best sex she’d ever had. The trio had gone at it for a half-hour.

  Before Kandy exited, Kola hit her up with a business proposition. “How would you like to have sex like that all the time?” she asked.

  “Shit. Y’all wicked wit’ it,” Kandy replied. “I might be down.”

  Kola smiled. “We gonna talk.”

  Kola saved Kandy’s number in her phone and promised to call her again when the time was right. She liked Kandy because she was a freak and down for whatever.

  Kandy was so satisfied and in awe of Mike-Mike’s performance, she was ready to pay him. But it was all part of Kola’s plan. Kola knew Mike-Mike was a beast in the pussy, and she didn’t mind sharing the dick for a profitable gain later on.

  CHAPTER 4

  Apple was excited about Summer Jam. She had money for an outfit and to get her hair done, with enough spending money left over. She wasn’t thinking about Supreme or paying back the loan anytime soon. As far as she was concerned, Summer Jam and Cross were her main priorities. The money was in her hands, and she was going to have a good time with it. In her naïve mind it was an investment. Cross would see her looking hot at Summer Jam, wife her, and as her man he’d either step to Supreme for her or he’d give her enough dough to pay him back. Either way, she told herself not to worry.

  Mesha convinced Apple to save a hundred dollars on her outfit. She knew of a local booster who had the same outfit for cheaper. Apple was down. A hundred dollars less was a steal for her.

  The girls met Jay-Ray at his Harlem apartment on Seventh Avenue. His place was littered with stolen clothing and other items, some with the store tags still on them. Apple was wide-eyed at the range of clothing Jay-Ray had in his place—Donna Karan, Gucci, Prada, Tommy Hilfiger, Dolce & Gabbana. He had it all.

  Mesha and Apple looked around the apartment like two kids in a candy store.

  “Damn, Jay-Ray! Where you get all this shit?” Apple asked.

  “I got the hookup,” he said. Jay-Ray was the flamboyant type, sporting tight, skinny jeans, jewelry, colorful shirts, and he wore his hair long in curls like Ice-T.

  “I see.”

  “See, I told you, girl,” Mesha said. “Jay-Ray be havin’ the best shit.”

  Apple browsed through some of the things that she knew would take months for her to afford. She picked up a pair of black Manolo Blahnik shoes with a price tag of $700. “How much for these?” she asked.

  Jay-Ray looked at the shoes and replied, “For you, three hundred.”

  It was a bargain, but the shoes were still out of Apple’s budget range. She put the shoes down and decided to go cheaper. As Apple looked through a ton of clothes in the bedroom, she knew, if she was able to take even a few items home, Kola would envy her.

  Mesha picked up a pair of Apple Bottom jeans, smiled, and looked over at Apple. “See, here you go, Apple, wit’ ya name on it and everything—Apple Bottom.”

  Apple laughed. “Nah, not my style.”

  “Girl, you better get you a pair of these. They would kill on you, wit’ ya shape, and they for fifty dollars too. Niggas gonna love seein’ your ass in these.”

  Apple laughed again. “Mesha, you crazy, girl.”

  Mesha sucked her teeth playfully and replied, “Well, I’m gettin’ them. They my size too.”

  Apple smiled and continued searching. She needed to find the right attire for the concert, something that would catch Cross’s attention. She wanted to be a diva. She wanted to be noticed by her love, and the right wardrobe said a lot about a bitch.

  The girls spent an hour in Jay-Ray’s place looking and buying. He was cool with the length of time they spent there because he was making money. He had a team of teenagers under his wing, and shady employees he paid off in the department stores to get whatever he wanted. In the business of stealing since he was a kid, Jay-Ray had graduated to a professional booster by the time he reached puberty.

  Apple smiled at the right thing to wear to the concert. She spent a total of three hundred dollars with Jay-Ray, who was pleased to have her business. She bought an assortment of things for her cash and knew that the money she’d spent at Jay-Ray’s apartment was a bargain, because the stuff she walked out with would have totaled up to a thousand dollars in a department store.

  Apple and Mesha exited the building with smiles on their faces. They were like two kids on a merry-go-round. They joked and laughed and strutted down 125th Street joyfully.

  “I’m hungry.”

  “Me too,” Apple replied.

  “McDonald’s dollar menu,” Mesha suggested.

  “Girl, you read my mind.”

  Being on a budget after having spent money on their clothes and shoes, the two rushed to the nearest McDonald’s and strutted into the packed fast-food restaurant on 125th Street.

  “What you want, Apple? Just get us a table. It’s lookin’ crazy in here,” Mesha said.

  Apple looked up at the dollar menu and said, “Get me that McDouble with two apple pies and a sweet tea.” She then slipped Mesha five dollars and
went looking for a table to sit at. Apple had noticed the fellows in the place gawking at her and Mesha the minute they’d stepped in, but she ignored them.

  Apple got a window seat, and while waiting for Mesha with the food, she looked through her bags of clothing, smiling with excitement. She couldn’t wait to be seen in her new outfits. She had the body and curves to fill out everything she bought. If Cross didn’t notice her at Summer Jam, then he had to be blind, because Apple knew she had it going on.

  She looked around the restaurant and shook her head at all the hungry black people in the place. Most were overweight and out of shape, but not Apple. She was always watching her figure and knew that obesity wasn’t coming her way anytime soon.

  Mesha came to the table with a tray of food and sat opposite Apple. The two began tearing into their burgers and downing the sweet teas that they loved, especially on a hot spring day.

  “Oooh, I needed this. This tea going down my throat is better than sex right now,” Mesha joked.

  Apple laughed. “Shit, you crazy, girl. I don’t know about that. It’s a’ight.”

  “Whateva. You know it’s hot, and ya pussy probably sweating like a runaway slave.”

  “My shit a’ight,” Apple said. “See, she cooling. You’re the one in the skintight jeans who got these niggas lookin’ and breaking their necks at you.”

  “Girl, and like you don’t, wit’ them shorts you got on, legs showing and teasing muthafuckas. You a mess, Apple.”

  “I’m a mess that’s gonna be lookin’ fly at Summer Jam.”

  “I hear that shit. You and me both, bitch,” Mesha chimed, slapping Apple five.

  They continued eating their meals and feeling the eyes of men watching them from all over the room.

  Mesha noticed two cuties in the place that she wouldn’t have minded getting with, but she was content with her boo, Naquin. The couple had been together since freshman year in high school, and he was Mesha’s first.

  Mesha was a sultry, long-legged, ravishing beauty with light skin, hazel eyes, and shoulder-length black hair. When it came to beauty, she and Apple were running neck and neck. Still, they never hated on each other and had been friends since junior high school.