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to do, Africa became extremely apprehensive and wanted to refuse. But how would she look if she said no? Maybe Devon wouldn’t want to be cool with her anymore. Somehow she just couldn’t find the words to deny her only real friend. So later that day, during the lunch period, Africa found herself on her knees in a dirty bathroom stall in the boy’s bathroom with some random teenager’s dick in her mouth. It didn’t take him long to get off, and just when Africa was about to get up, another boy entered the stall with his dick in his hand. Already degraded by doing it once, she figured doing it again wouldn’t be that big of a deal. She closed her eyes and sucked, as tears silently streamed from the corners of her closed lids, down her innocent brown cheeks.
     
    After the tenth boy had finished, Africa turned around and threw up a stomach full of semen into the toilet. Devon, who was already big for his age had stood at the entrance and made sure he collected ten dollars from every dude that had entered the bathroom. Devon heard Africa throwing her guts up and crying her eyes out in the bathroom. Far from the coldhearted pimp he would later become, young Devon wanted to console his friend. He really felt sorry for her… until he counted the hundred dollars he’d just made in less than an hour.
     
    Fat Mack turned the music down and acknowledged the crowd with a slight nod of his head. Slowly, he raised his blunt to his lips and took a long pull, making sure everybody caught a glimpse of the huge rock on his pinky finger. All eyes were on him. His every move was calculated to place him at the center of attention. In Fat Mack’s mind, the entire world was a stage and he needed the spotlight on him wherever he went. He had his hoes convinced that they were privileged to be a supporting cast in the movie he was living. Young, naïve, and caught up in the smoke and mirrors of the fast life… they believed him.
     
    “What’s up, Fat Mack?” yelled out one of the young dope boys who had gathered around Dot who was now fuming, as she had been telling her story.
     
    “Well for the Album—‘cause the record is too muthafuckin’ short— pimps is up, these hoes is down, and money makes the muthafuckin’ world go round!” Fat Mack quipped.
     
    “Yeah, well we getting’ this money out here too nigga,” responded another young hustler, flashing a stack of folded bills.
     
    Fat Mack smirked. “Well it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, right?” Fat Mack laughed to himself at this saying, made popular by a bunch of lames who were clueless to the game. If you paid to play, you were a trick; point blank, period. But if it made them sucker ass niggas more comfortable with spending that cash for ass, Fat Mack would use it to his advantage. “And I see you got it playa, so let me know when you ready to spend it. ‘Cause for the right price I got bitches on my team that can do the shit you only seen in a wet dream.” The rear driver’s side window rolled down and sitting directly behind Fat Mack was Sassy. Sassy was a caramel bombshell with an innocent face and an abnormally long tongue. She slowly extended her tongue out of her mouth until it was touching the tip of her chin. Then she curled it up until it touched the tip of her nose. Once she was finished with her little freak show, Sassy just smiled mischievously and rolled her window back up. Fat Mack just chuckled at the lewd comments and looks of lust he saw on the faces of the many people (men and women) gathered outside of the Lil Cricket.
     
    “You seen that shit homey? That hoe is a muthafuckin magician wit’ her mouth nigga! She’ll make your dick disappear down her throat and lick your balls wit’ her tongue all at the same time! So let me know when you ready to see some magic tricks,” stated Fat Mack. He enjoyed the attention he got from the people, but sitting around entertaining these niggas wasn’t putting any funds in his pocket. The night was