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club. People would be dressed in their freshest attire hanging from cars trying to get picked up for the night. The regular routine around these parts couldn’t be easily broken. Wishing I could make a stop to join the festivities, I kept pushing my whip toward home, having to get my earnings locked up safely. With so much shady things going on to women in Detroit, I wasn’t taking any chances by keeping so much cash on my person. Turning into the parking lot of my apartment complex, I pulled into my spot turning the radio low so I could finish hitting my blunt. It wasn’t worth putting out then relighting; plus I hated smoking what tasted like ash.
    I heard the sounds of the phone ringing.
    You can’t be serious. I’m about to curse this chick out for real. Looking at the caller ID on my phone, my attitude immediately calmed. “Hello.” I answered the unknown out-of-state phone number without thinking twice. My hopes were high that it was Jay on the other end.
    â€œButter?”
    â€œYes?” The voice sounded too proper to be one of the thugs I usually crept with but I didn’t jump the gun in calling him out.
    â€œMy pretty lady, you sound just as good as you look and feel. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
    â€œNo, not at all. I see you’re truly a man of your word.” I smiled into the phone, happy he’d called to spend some more money on me. With my fate uncertain at the bar, I needed to stack all of the money I could get my hands on.
    â€œI’m a man who knows what he likes if nothing else. If I like what I see then I go for it.”
    â€œOh okay, I like a man who knows what he wants. It takes the bullshit out of things.” Keeping it real with him, I was speaking terminology he could understand. We both knew why he was calling so why waste time with word or mind games?
    â€œListen here, a few of my buddies and I are staying at the hotel for the night gambling, drinking, and trying to get into a little mischief.” He laughed sounding like only a true white boy could. “At the club I had to pay five hundred fat ones plus an uncountable amount of dollar bills for a few R&B songs of your time. I was just wondering what your rates were for an after-hours call.”
    Jay was blunt and direct, something I grew to fear but had no other choice but to respect. For all my years I’d been handled with a long-handle spoon by those people closest to me; and my Grandma Sally, oh God, had she been the most brutally honest person I knew.
    â€œHello? Butter, are you still there? Was that too forward for you, hon?”
    â€œYeah, I’m here. Um, nope, it wasn’t too forward. I guess you’re into callin’ ’em how you see ’em. I can feel you on that.” Jay couldn’t think more about me than I’d already put on display for him. The only thing left to imagination was how my twat and warm mouth actually felt without a tease.
    â€œI actually call it paying how play. So what will be the ticket?”
    After running down a price he didn’t hesitate to pick up, I found out his location then ended the call. There was no way I was getting ready to miss out on any of this cash. We’d just agreed upon a definite grand upon arrival. I aimed high ’cause if I didn’t put heavy stock into my pussy then who would? If I played my cards right he could end up being a sneak vacation to get away from the drama around here. But if nothing else he’d make one helluva sponsor. Locking his number I ensured he would just be one tap away.
    Now moving with speed, I snatched the garbage bags of money from my trunk, running into the house hoping no one followed me here. Tossing them into the second bedroom of my apartment then locking the deadbolt back, I only had a few minutes to get scantily dressed to meet up with Jay at the casino. My cell was ringing nonstop but it was only Shawntay refusing to leave me alone. She’d