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Authors: Nisa Santiago
Tags: Fiction, General, New York (N.Y.), African American, Sisters, Urban Life, Urban Fiction, Street Life
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God! Shit, girl, I got next,” one onlooker joked.
The crowd laughed over the loud music. The DJ had switched up Usher for a more appropriate song—2 Live Crew’s “Pop That Coochie.”
Chyna Doll rolled over on her stomach, the thick, long dildo still inside her, and continued her lewd act without missing a step. She moaned and pressed her ample breasts against the stage, her legs spread wide, pretending she was getting fucked from behind. She took hold of the love tool once more and fucked herself the way she loved to get fucked—fast and rough. Chyna Doll’s flexibility amazed everyone, twisting herself into a pretzel and working the plastic dick into her like it was the real thing.
Kola kept the money flowing. Though she had a hundred dollars in singles, she was so impressed, she even tossed out a few twenties. Chyna Doll smiled and winked at Kola.
After the act with the dildo, Chyna sprayed whipped cream across her breasts and lit herself on fire. Both erotic and dangerous at the same time, it was a sight to see. It was something new to the pack and left everyone wide-eyed. The fire raged for a short while, and then she blew it out.
By this time the stage was littered with money, small and big bills. Chyna was making her ends and causing some jealousy among her coworkers. Her wild act lasted for the next ten minutes, and when she was done, she scooped up her money into one pile. It took her a moment to count it and stash everything in her bag. Still naked, she strutted off the stage, needing to regroup for a moment.
Kola moved quickly in her direction. She tapped Chyna Doll on the shoulder and made it be known that she wanted a VIP session with her.
Chyna Doll smiled and then made a beeline for one of the rooms. She didn’t care. Men or women, money was money, no matter where it came from, and she could regroup anytime.
Kola followed Chyna Doll into one of the VIP rooms and was impressed with her body from head to toe. The woman was so sexy, Kola wanted a taste of her.
“What you lookin’ for?” Chyna Doll asked.
“Your time,” Kola replied.
Kola passed Chyna a C-note, and she took the cash and put it in a safe place. Kola took a seat on the mattress and stared at the sexy, long-legged diva with a devious smile.
Chyna straddled Kola, wrapped her arms around her like Saran Wrap, and slowly began grinding into the young girl’s lap. “You like that?” she asked seductively.
“I do,” Kola said, “but I got somethin’ you might like better.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’re sexy and pretty. Not many women genuinely have both. They only think they do.” Kola paused, trying to read Chyna’s face. “You like doing this shit?”
“I make my ends. Why?”
Kola cupped Chyna’s breasts. “I know you don’t know me, but I’m about business myself. I got somethin’ happening, somethin’ that’s nice and safe, and you can make plenty of ends by the end of the night.” Kola stared at Chyna’s beautiful face and knew the men she had set up would fall in love with that face. She slipped her another twenty, just to show she was about that money.
“I’m listening.”
Chyna Doll was somewhat impressed. She knew Kola was young. Like many of the girls she danced with, her age would show behind all the makeup and tight body. Most of the girls in the club were either sixteen or a little older. At twenty-two, Chyna Doll was considered an old G , and was one of the few girls over twenty-one in the club. She had been dancing since she was seventeen, knew the ins and outs of the business, and was always looking for the next come-up.
Chyna Doll knew by the tone of Kola’s voice and the way she carried herself that the girl was smart, and had business and street savvy. She knew Kola didn’t dance, because she would have seen her in one club or another. Chyna Doll got around from borough to borough. She’d been in all the underground spots that were jumping, and she never forgot
The crowd laughed over the loud music. The DJ had switched up Usher for a more appropriate song—2 Live Crew’s “Pop That Coochie.”
Chyna Doll rolled over on her stomach, the thick, long dildo still inside her, and continued her lewd act without missing a step. She moaned and pressed her ample breasts against the stage, her legs spread wide, pretending she was getting fucked from behind. She took hold of the love tool once more and fucked herself the way she loved to get fucked—fast and rough. Chyna Doll’s flexibility amazed everyone, twisting herself into a pretzel and working the plastic dick into her like it was the real thing.
Kola kept the money flowing. Though she had a hundred dollars in singles, she was so impressed, she even tossed out a few twenties. Chyna Doll smiled and winked at Kola.
After the act with the dildo, Chyna sprayed whipped cream across her breasts and lit herself on fire. Both erotic and dangerous at the same time, it was a sight to see. It was something new to the pack and left everyone wide-eyed. The fire raged for a short while, and then she blew it out.
By this time the stage was littered with money, small and big bills. Chyna was making her ends and causing some jealousy among her coworkers. Her wild act lasted for the next ten minutes, and when she was done, she scooped up her money into one pile. It took her a moment to count it and stash everything in her bag. Still naked, she strutted off the stage, needing to regroup for a moment.
Kola moved quickly in her direction. She tapped Chyna Doll on the shoulder and made it be known that she wanted a VIP session with her.
Chyna Doll smiled and then made a beeline for one of the rooms. She didn’t care. Men or women, money was money, no matter where it came from, and she could regroup anytime.
Kola followed Chyna Doll into one of the VIP rooms and was impressed with her body from head to toe. The woman was so sexy, Kola wanted a taste of her.
“What you lookin’ for?” Chyna Doll asked.
“Your time,” Kola replied.
Kola passed Chyna a C-note, and she took the cash and put it in a safe place. Kola took a seat on the mattress and stared at the sexy, long-legged diva with a devious smile.
Chyna straddled Kola, wrapped her arms around her like Saran Wrap, and slowly began grinding into the young girl’s lap. “You like that?” she asked seductively.
“I do,” Kola said, “but I got somethin’ you might like better.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’re sexy and pretty. Not many women genuinely have both. They only think they do.” Kola paused, trying to read Chyna’s face. “You like doing this shit?”
“I make my ends. Why?”
Kola cupped Chyna’s breasts. “I know you don’t know me, but I’m about business myself. I got somethin’ happening, somethin’ that’s nice and safe, and you can make plenty of ends by the end of the night.” Kola stared at Chyna’s beautiful face and knew the men she had set up would fall in love with that face. She slipped her another twenty, just to show she was about that money.
“I’m listening.”
Chyna Doll was somewhat impressed. She knew Kola was young. Like many of the girls she danced with, her age would show behind all the makeup and tight body. Most of the girls in the club were either sixteen or a little older. At twenty-two, Chyna Doll was considered an old G , and was one of the few girls over twenty-one in the club. She had been dancing since she was seventeen, knew the ins and outs of the business, and was always looking for the next come-up.
Chyna Doll knew by the tone of Kola’s voice and the way she carried herself that the girl was smart, and had business and street savvy. She knew Kola didn’t dance, because she would have seen her in one club or another. Chyna Doll got around from borough to borough. She’d been in all the underground spots that were jumping, and she never forgot
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