All About The Money

you?”

“I wanna fuck you,” he demanded more than asked.

I was shocked, but at the same time, not at all surprised at his directness. “It’ll cost you,” I said.

“You ain’t said shit to me, mommy,” he said, sucking his grill. “Why don’t I double what you usually charge? I always gets what I want.”

I looked at him, studying him.

The One was fine as hell, but since I wasn’t plannin’ on fuckin’ him or anybody else in there, I decided to get ridiculous. “Two grand,” I said quickly; thinking that his reaction would be the same as everybody else’s. I thought that he would say I was crazy and have Bullet drag me outta there.

“Why don’t we make it three,” he said with ease.

My eyes lit up. He can’t be serious, I thought. He just couldn’t be. When he started ripping bills from the most massive wad of cash I’d ever seen, I knew The One was no joke. At that moment, I had to make a choice. Three grand just to fuck him? I thought about all the shit I talked to the other dancers about doin’ exactly what I was thinking about doing. I’d taken pride in the fact that I wasn’t that kind of woman. They were lettin’ those drunk-ass niggas have them cheap. I wasn’t goin’ out like that. I was a dancer; an entertainer, not a ho.

“So, what’s it gonna be, mommy?”

Three grand. I nodded my head slowly and began eating my words.

“Get your shit then, we outta here,” The One said and nodded at Bullet. He stood up and escorted me to the dressing room, and waited outside like a sentry while I got dressed. I thought I could still change my mind and tell Bullet to tell The One, thanks, but no thanks, Miss Kitty don’t roll like that, but then I took a swallow of Henny and knew that wasn’t gonna happen.

As I got ready to walk out, Creme burst through the door. “Where you goin’?” But before I could answer she said, “You ain’t slick, bitch. I saw Bullet’s big ass standing outside the door.” She leaned close to me and whispered, “You gonna fuck The One?”

“For three grand,” I whispered back.

Creme didn’t say a word. She just held up her hand for a high five and I was on my way.

We took his Hummer limo to his hotel, where he took me up to a plush suite. I swear I felt just like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

He ushered me into the room while he stood in the hallway talkin’ with Bullet and some of the other members of his entourage. I eased into the bedroom and prepared myself for his arrival.

Knowing how guys like to talk and brag about their conquests, I knew I’d have some time. I had never done anything like this before and I never thought that I would find myself in a situation like this. To this point, all of my sexual experiences have been with only three guys. Two of them, Edward and Thomas, were boyfriends, and this guy named Roy. I met him a couple of years ago and we’d been fuckin’ ever since. We don’t have a relationship; I mean we don’t go anywhere or do anything, he just comes by when I call him and he takes care of my needs. The whole idea of doing it for money was completely foreign to me, not to mention, something that I had promised myself that I would never do. But when he said he would pay me three thousand dollars just to have sex with him, I couldn’t refuse.

I was determined to make sure he knew that I’d definitely be worth his cash. I selected a little black lacy number and positioned myself on the bed, but I knew that I wouldn’t be there for long. The moment he walked through the bedroom door I was all over The One.

“Damn, girl, you vicious, huh?”

“You just don’t even understand just how vicious I am; but you will, I promise you that.” I had his clothes off in no time and was ready to rock his world.

The One laid out on the bed. “Come here,” he demanded and I quickly complied.

He was very well endowed, and I didn’t hesitate to climb on for the ride. I put my hands on his chest, grabbed hold of his dick, and slid down on him. “You like Miss Kitty?”

He was so deep inside me I swear he was poking my womb. The One was that and then some-massive, thick and long.

“Shit! Take this dick, bitch. You want it, take it,” he encouraged. And I was definitely trying to take it all. I leaned forward, placing my weight on my arms and pounded him. “That’s right, bitch! Throw the fat, juicy pussy, bitch!”

I wasn’t real happy about him callin’ me a bitch, but he was paying well for the privilege, so he could call me whatever he wanted to. I rotated my hips, grinding my pelvic area onto him until I was certain he couldn’t go any deeper. “Damn, bitch!” he yelled. “Get that dick!”

I leaned forward allowing my nipples to graze his face. He tried to shove both of them in his mouth. “Yeah, you know what I want. Do that shit.”

I pumped harder.

I could see “the look” come over his face. “Oh shit!” he cried out.

I pumped harder.

“Damn, I’m about to bust.”

It had been a long time since I had any dick, and even longer since I had one this big and I wanted to make it last. But when I tried to move he grabbed my hips, pulled me closer and started pumpin’ that big dick like there was no tomorrow. I felt him expand and explode inside me. I wasn’t even close to cummin’. He had been beating up my walls, but he hadn’t quite hit my spot. But for three grand, I felt like we could go several more rounds at least.

The One, the only name I got from him, released a gut-wrenching grunt and suddenly shoved me off his body. “Watch out, I gotta piss,” he said. I wanted to protest, remind him that I hadn’t gotten my fill, but the thought of the three grand made me think better of it.

When he didn’t come back to bed right away, I thought about checking on him, and then decided against that too. Finally, he stumbled out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of boxers and a massive platinum iced-out chain.

“Yo, look, you was tight and shit, but I’ma have Bullet take you down to the lobby.”

That caught me completely off guard. “Um. .” I said, once again stunned by his directness. But I wasn’t about to say anything. “Um, sure, I can see myself out.”

“Whatever. He’s gonna take care of you. Cool?”

“That’s cool.”

The One went back in the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Whatever. I shrugged my shoulders and got out of the bed. While I got dressed, I wondered if maybe he was a little embarrassed because I’d made him cum so quickly.

Bullet was standing by in the hall. He counted off three thousand dollars and handed it to me. I quickly shoved it in my bag and gave him a half-ass salute letting him know I could handle it.

“Later,” he said, then turned and stumbled down the hall.

As I made my way to the elevator, I felt used. Probably because I had been used. I don’t know what I was expecting to happen in there, but it wasn’t to get humped, dumped, and asked to leave. I stepped onto the elevator smiling inside at the grip I’d made in less than five minutes, and I wondered who really used who. I began to think about how easy that actually was, as opposed to what I was doing dancing at the club. If I busted my ass and hustled all night, I mean really went cutthroat, I could make a grand, maybe more on a good night. But I made three times that amount and barely broke a sweat.

When the elevator stopped on the twenty-sixth floor, I wondered who the hell was going somewhere at six- thirty in the morning. The doors opened and a curvy white woman stepped into the elevator. Her hair looked a little rustled and her makeup was smeared a bit, but she still looked classy.

“How are you?” she asked, like she was simply being polite and didn’t really care that it was two minutes before dawn.

“Oh, I’m good”-I yawned-“and you?”

“You sound a bit tired like me,” she flashed a fabulous smile and yawned herself. “Those are very contagious, you know,” she yawned again. “My name is Sasha,” she extended her hand. “Sasha Deverox.”

I shook her hand. “Jada West.”

She tossed me a knowing look then snickered. “Are you here doin’ what I think you’re doing?”

“It depends,” I said, really curious about what she meant.