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in his pocket anddisplayed the rocks. “And it be the bomb, old gal, you know I don’t be playing with you about this shit here. It’s some new shit from Miami called Peruvian golden flake. Let me warn you though, this shit is some instant hurling shit, playette.”
    Violet rolled her eyes at him and walked over to Sparkle, giving him a personal version of her sexy smile. “And who you be, playa?”
    He looked her up and down. “Who the hell
you
be, player?”
    â€œI be Violet. Folks holla for Lady V when they be wanting all kinds of fly shit. Maybe someday you’ll need some fly shit, so let’s see up close what you working with.” She fluttered her eyes seductively, followed by a sly wink.
    Sparkle took an instant liking to her upfront style but kept his approval in check. Something was telling him that he had to work some real player magic to deal with her. He put the chill in his eyes to show that she had to be at her best to impress him. “Let me see what we working with for the nice lady here, dog.” He nodded to the bag in JJ’s hand.
    She rolled her eyes and pulled out a roll of bills, peeled off five twenties and flashed them at him. He turned his back to her and reached in the bag to get two fifties. He turned back around and held them out for her inspection. She reached for the dope but he closed that hand and opened the other one.
    The smile left her eyes, replaced by a cold stare. He had pissed her off but he had to show her which of their personalities would rule between them. He stared blankly until she placed the money in his hand. He slapped the rocks into her hand. She turned them over and over in her hand. “So this be the bomb, huh?”
    Feeling that he had proven his point, he allowed himself to smile. “Yeah.”
    She nodded. “Okay, player, we’ll see.” She put half a fifty on her shooter and put it to blaze. Halfway through the hit, the euphoriahit her like a ton of bricks and beads of sweat erupted on her forehead. “Oh yeah, this be some good shit, aight.” She reached behind her to hand the shooter to her buddy.
    Dee, who had retreated to her bathroom to observe the scene, waited until the flow had slowed before she sashayed across the room to lean against him. He was still enjoying the sight of Violet’s reaction when he felt her sweet heat pressing against his side. Her nearness caused an immediate stirring in his groin. She was expecting a response but he waited for her to make her next move. He didn’t have to wait long; he felt her soft hand start to caress his back under his jacket. It was followed by a warm wisp of air whispering in his ear, “You mean to tell me that you ain’t holding nothing for your own pleasure, stud?”
    He cocked his head sideways as he peeked over his lowered shoulder and flinched, stunned by the nearness of her green eyes. The warmth in them seemed to pierce through his brain and he shuddered from the tingling sensation that ran down his spine. It was only the beginning.
    Dee rose up on her tiptoes, placed her small hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “I want to suck that big dick of yours. JJ can handle these geek monsters. Come on, let’s get away from these muthafuckas and go to the other room.”
    He narrowed his eyes and smiled, giving her a guttural response. “Damn, girl, you sho ain’t got no problem going at yours, do you?”
    She licked her lips and leaned away. “And why should I? I see what I like, I go at it. You got a problem with that?” she purred as she squeezed his ass.
    He spun to face her but was interrupted by JJ, who had taken care of his immediate biz and grabbed Dee by the elbow. “Come on, girl, I need to use the telephone.”
    Now this nigga knows damn well I’m trying to get it on with this nigga here
, she thought.
S
he frowned but allowed herself to be pulled down the hallway. She