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come up with you, sexy-ass nigga?”
    She rolled her golden cat eyes up and down his body and put some extra dick-throbbing sway into that sexy ass as she walkedto the hallway bathroom. He was caught up in the motion of her hips. He didn’t notice JJ had walked up to him until he’d nudged him in the side. “Hey, man, don’t let all that honey-coated sex appeal fool ya. Dat bitch is a real dog. Believe that shit there, partner.”
    Sparkle gritted at him, irritated that he had picked him to be some kind of weak-ass nigga. “Yeah, bro, I done figured dat much, but damn she be fine for a mug. Don’t worry about me, dog, ’cause I got my mental on at all times.”
    â€œYeah.” JJ smiled.
    â€œHell yeah.” He smiled back.
    â€œUh-huh, but take it from me, the bitch has got some of that super-duper pussy and head and ass. She know that shit, too, so keep yourself on point, dog. That’s all I’m saying, for real, yo.”
    â€œI bet she do.” Sparkle smiled in anticipation.
    â€œYeah, you bet right, but it’s for all comers who keep the biggest package of this shit here.” He flashed the bag of rocks he’d taken out of his pocket. It was time to get paid so he waved away the nonsense conversation and nodded toward the people in the room. “Come on, dog; let’s go get the rest of this here scratch.”
    There were groups in clusters but Sparkle zoomed in on a trio of honeys sharing a glass shooter in the far corner. One of the girls had a remarkable resemblance to Dawn Robinson, that sexy redbone that used to sing with EnVogue. She happened to be one of his favorite fantasies while he was doing his bit. Another was dark with a tight afro, aight as far as aight goes. Then there was a coffee-and-cream-colored older broad with short hair. She had her back to him so he couldn’t get a full look at her face.
    There was another dark-skinned honey in a plaid skirt and white blouse sitting at the upper end on the other side of the bed. She was busy stuffing a big piece of rock in a shooter. He staredwith interest as she took long tokes, and beads of sweat jumped off her forehead. As she pulled off the shooter, he smiled knowingly when her eyes bucked open when that shit hit her.
Ain’t that a bitch. Must be some kinda epidemic going on with all these girls with green eyes.
    His eyes flickered with a smile when the Dawn Robinson look-a-like hollered at the older broad. “Damn, Violet, you gonna suck the char boy out of the bitch, ain’tcha?”
    Miss Coffee-cream ignored her and continued to suck on her glass dick a few more times before she said between gasps of breath, “Ho, I done told you that I gotcha, so cool yo ass down.”
    A big black dude in some bib overalls with dreadlocks grumbled from the other corner, “Aw, greedy-ass ho, give up the dick like folks do you.”
    Coffee-cream stretched her neck around and frowned. “Fuck you, Daveyboy, ain’t nobody asked your broke ass for a damn thang.”
    Dee got fed up with not being the center of attention and strode to the front of the room with her hands on her hips. “Look here, ya’ll, why the rest of ya’ll sitting around holding on to that raggedy-ass money, you can see the man’s got the bomb. What ya’ll gonna do? Folks ain’t got all night waiting for ya’ll.”
    Daveyboy and Coffee-cream stared at each other before she arched her brow and stood. Sparkle thought he’d heard somebody call her Viola, Violet or something similar. Yeah, that was it: Violet. She passed her shooter to her partner and started walking toward them with what he took for as a sexy smile. “Hey, honey, what ya’ll players hitting for here anyway?”
    JJ, aware of the game she was playing, sniffled and jacked up his jeans. “What’s up, V? We got dimes, twenties and boulder fifties. What ya’ll be wanting?” He reached