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minutes, she learned that Michelle’s ego was bigger than her big ass head that rested awkwardly on top of her shoulders.
    “So you still with dude?” Michelle questioned sipping on an ice coffee from Starbucks. She raised her eyebrow as she waited for answer.
    Charisma was on the other side of the dressing room, trying to fit into a Bebe dress that was a size too small for her. She was irritated and frustrated that the dress didn’t fit. A size bigger would make her feel so insecure. “Huh? What you say, girl?” Charisma answered from the other side.
    “Is you still with Trig’s boy?” Michelle repeated herself as if she didn't already know the answer.
    “Yes, girl. Still in love, Girl, that nigga isn’t going anywhere and I sure as hell am not. You still deal with Trig?” Charisma questioned. It was her turn to wait for an answer. “Do you hear me?”
    “Yes, girl. On and off, I just got back in town and that nigga already calling me. I don’t want to see his ass, if he calls looking for me. Tell him you didn’t hear from me.”
    Charisma threw the dress over the dressing room door. “Girl, get me a fucking size seven,” she whined.
    “Okay. A size seven, little Debbie cakes. I see you putting on a little weight,” Michelle teased. She knew how to make Charisma feel bad about herself. She knew that Charisma loved her body and would cry the second someone mentioned her being fat.
    Although she was nowhere near fat, it just hurt Charisma that she wasn’t as perfect as she wanted to be. Sitting on her ass eating all day and doing nothing with her life was starting to take a slight toll on her banging hourglass shape.
    Michelle switched her ass off, heading to get a bigger size. Once she found the dress she grabbed a size nine on purpose. “Here is your size seven.” Michelle threw the dress over top of the door.
    Moments later, Charisma opened the doors flaunting the dress. It fit perfectly on her body.
    Charisma stood directly in front of the mirror, mesmerized by how the dress looked as if it was painted on her body. “Now this what you call a bad bitch,” Charisma teased.
    “And you know you see another one so point her out!” Michelle added. She covered her mouth as if she tickled herself to death.
    They continued on through the mall chatting and gossiping with their arms filled with shopping bags. Charisma took notice of the way Michelle was splurging like there was no tomorrow. The last time she checked, her girl was without a job and didn’t have any baller.
    Not being the one to hold her tongue, Charisma immediately asked about it, wanting to know the 411. “So girl you up here splurging and shit. Where you getting all that dough at? I thought you didn’t work.” Charisma raised her eyebrow.
                  Michelle bit down on her bottom lip. She could either tell her now or allow Charisma to find out for herself later. Charisma wasn’t the type to judge someone first hand so Michelle decided to just tell her. “Girl, you see all of this? I work damn hard for it. I dance at the Platinum. My boss helped pay for all of this, girl. I was the fattest chick on stage now I’m the baddest to step foot up in that joint,” Michelle bragged. “Ginger by night and Michelle by day.” She flashed a quick smile.
    “Oh,” Charisma gulped. She’d never stepped foot in a strip club before, but she heard many bad and over the top freaky stories about strippers and what went down in the club. She heard many people compare strippers with prostitutes before. Once the money got good no telling what a person would do. “Ginger by night and Michelle by day, huh?” She stopped in her tracks, facing her friend. “Well I’m not going to judge you. Looks like you making a pretty penny.” I be damn if I slide up and down anyone’s pole. With a body like that, the bitch better find a nigga to trick off on her ass and take care of her expenses, Charisma thought to herself.
    Michelle smiled at