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the door, they heard the first sounds of music.
    Kandi smiled as Trevon opened the door for her. Her thank you was drowned out by the loud thumping music. Three people called Kandi’s name the second her stilettos touched the glassy blue marble stone flooring. Two were men that she had done a film with and the third was a female that she had also worked with. To Kandi, she was able to treat her time in front of the camera as a job. No emotions were carried over. She put both men in check and told them she would get back up with them later. Tonight she was all about Trevon.
    The female was given the same treatment.
    The large living room was too big to be labeled as such. You can put a damn full basketball court up in this shit! Trevon judged correctly as he looked around. He wanted to have this type of living. He eyed the scantily dressed women that walked by or were dancing. All of them looked their best and had no shame with showing off their body. Kandi shouted in his ear that half of the women were porn stars as she guided him around the dancing group. Trevon noticed the first sexual spark when he bumped into two females tonguing and feeling each other up. Moving past the gourmet kitchen displayed a scene of three topless women popping bottles of champagne. A group of men stood around them with glasses waiting to be filled.
    All this pussy around me! Trevon thought. And still I ain’t seen nobody with an ass like Kandi’s!
    She was still latched on his arm and he did not mind.
    I need to find Janelle and see what’s up about her signing me. “Where Janelle at?” he asked as they stepped down into a lavish appointed sitting room.
    “Around here somewhere,” Kandi replied, squeezing his arm. “Hey, take a seat over in the corner and I’ll go get us something to drink from the bar.”
    He nodded, then headed for the cozy looking black velvet armless chair in the corner. The atmosphere around him was an overload. He slid around two sexy looking females drinking Henny and speaking a language he could not understand. Ornate paintings hung on the wall that drew a few guests to gather and speak on them. They did nothing for Trevon. He really felt lost and out of place by not knowing any of the faces around him. This life was not his life, but he would damn well try to adapt to it. All he needed to do was get a job and enjoy his freedom. And fuck plenty of fine willing dimes!
    Out by the pool, Swagga and his crew passed around two blunts of Kush with a heavy haze floating. Swagga stepped from the group when he saw Yaffa approaching. Two Latina girls noticed Swagga, then asked if they could take a picture with him. He did so, knowing he had to show love to fans of his music.
    “You find out who that nigga is?” Swagga asked Yaffa as they stood at the far end of Janelle’s Olympic-sized infinity edge pool.
    “Some dude named Trevon Harrison,” Yaffa said, after having asked one of the guards to check the guest list.
    “Trevon Harrison? Who the fuck is he? He play football or sumthin’?” Swagga had seen Kandi when she arrived with her new friend.
    Yaffa shrugged, wishing Swagga would get over Kandi. Sure, she was fine as fuck and had a banging ass body, but she was an adult-film star.
    Swagga looked toward the back of the mansion. Bitch think she can just bump me to the curb! I’m that nigga! Damn, I miss that fiyah ass pussy. “I’ma go holla at this nigga right quick.” Swagga puffed up his flat bird chest.
    “Dawg.” Yaffa grabbed Swagga’s skinny arm. “Let that shit go.”
    Swagga snatched his arm away, grilling Yaffa. “Fuck that! I’ma find out who dis nigga is!”
    Trevon spotted Swagga and his seven-man entourage the instant they pushed through the tinted glass and polished stainless steel trimmed double doors. Trevon sat up out of habit. He kept his eyes on them because they all had their eyes on him. He rose to his feet and glanced at the young skinny dude in the front, then focused on the