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his manhood. “Feel what I got waiting for that ass when we get back from making that bread!”
    Kenya gave him a fake smirk and told him, “Maybe later,” keeping game on pause. She was trying to keep her mind clear, and his “always wanting to fuck and suck for free” butt wasn’t helping her pay any bills around her way. Kenya was really straight starting not to feel ol’ boy and his nickel-and-dime hustle ways, but she was smart enough to wait until she got her foot in the door of the Heads Up and when she did, he was so over.
    Ty, feeling like he was a big shot, pulled up at the club. Trying hard to appear to be a boss, he got valet, trying keep the big fella image up. As they made their way up to the front door entrance there was a gang of trick-ass niggas waiting to give up their paychecks, bill money, or even the loot owed to the next man on a sack.
    Hell, fuck going inside the club! Kenya saw how they were eyeballing her; and she could get most of their dough out their pockets by just looking at their grimy-asses. Nevertheless, Kenya was on a mission that was bigger than dudes standing on line waiting to be hand searched by security. Johnnie Roberts’s daughter was about that life and getting that serious longevity loot. Winning the amateur contest was her only objective so she could secure herself a permanent position and start making revenue on a regular basis. Moving her curvaceous body through the crowd, she saw a pool of strange, desperate faces watching her like she was a precious shipment of gold. There were just as many hands brushing across her ass on the sly like they were getting away with something.
    â€œOkay, how about this! The next nigga who puts his hands on me without paying is getting his shit split to the white meat!” Kenya made it clear for all possible offenders to hear. She wasn’t bullshitting one bit and it showed all over her face. “I ain’t into fucking charity and ain’t shit for free this way! You touch you fucking pay, flat out, straight like that!”
    â€œHey, Zack.” Ty proudly beamed, showing that stupid-ass gap in his dental. “This is my main girl, Kenya.” He smiled, sticking his chest out with pride like he was her pimp or some shit like that.
    In between the guys in the crowd having to be told what was really good and now Ty acting like he owned her and her hustle, she went ham. “Main girl?” Kenya finally had enough of his ass. “Nigga, what? Please don’t coach mines. You got me all fucked up in the game. Fall back and don’t play yourself!”
    Zack couldn’t help smiling as he watched her put Ty’s perpetrating-ass in his place. Easing back, letting her do what she did, he thought, She is much prettier than any of the girls working here and, damn, that ass is banging. Plus, with that spunk, she could double as security. Zack had to laugh out loud about that shit. He hated to halt the debate, but Kenya had to be informed about the rules for the contest if she planned on participating. Plus Zack knew Ty needed to go in a corner somewhere, get several drinks, and try to recover and lick all of the open wounds that she’d left to his weak mack game.
    â€œHello, Kenya, I’m Zack. You can follow me up to the office so that I can explain a few things and check your ID out if that’s okay with you.”
    Kenya smiled and turned around to follow, making sure to give Ty’s wounded ego the sho’nuff side eye. As she observantly scanned around the club and checked out the atmosphere, she noticed even the ugliest girls on the guys’ laps, grinding like there was no tomorrow. She thought, Shit, I guess pussy don’t have a face around this here motherfucker.
    When they got up the stairs and to the office Zack shut the steel door. Amazingly it was quiet as the library that London often would drag her to if she let her. “Okay, Miss Kenya, first things