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12

After Briana and Tara had scared off Roxie, Magyc had no other choice but to console his jealous and enraged companion. Tara trailed close behind as she listened to the two argue.

“Average ass bitch! Nigga, I swear you be trying me with these mediocre ass hoes!”

Pedestrians stopped and stared at the couple as they left the restaurant. Valet wasted no time bringing Magyc’s Roadster to the front.

“Man, shut that vain shit up and get in the mufuckin’ car, Bri.”

“But I rode with Ta—”

“Get in the car!” he demanded. Briana had his blood pressure high because of her bullshit. He hated to draw unnecessary attention to himself, but she seemed to thrive off of it.

Briana stopped at his passenger door and turned towards Tara. “I’ll call you later, a'ight.” After bidding her girl farewell, she climbed inside Magyc’s ride and secured her seatbelt. Deep down inside, she was glad to be leaving with him. That was all she really wanted in the end anyway.

“Man, yo’ ass can’t be carryin’ on and shit like we married,” he said, pulling off. “I fuck with you, Bri. You know I do, but neither one of us are obligated.”

Briana sucked her teeth and blew a raspberry after his statement. “So you just been fucking me for two whole years with no strings attached?” the 20-year old asked. “Nigga, you sound stupid.”

“Watch ya fuckin’ mouth,” Magyc warned her. “And I been fuckin’ you for two years with no titles. There’s a big difference. I care about you, Bri. But you done bucked at three of my home girls. You can’t be spazzin’ out every time you see me with another woman.”

“Oh, but you can trip whenever I decide to entertain a new nigga? You’s a fucking hypocrite, Magyc.”

“That’s different.”

“Nigga, that ain’t fucking different! You and Mikey jumped Ron at Privè. Don’t try that double standard bullshit with me.”

Magyc thought back to how he and his brother whupped on her lil’ boyfriend in the club. Though he was the jealous type, the motherfucker had been throwing shade all that night. They were from the same hood and never really fucked with each other. Magyc was certain Briana knew that shit when she got with Ron. She would do anything to get a rise out of him.

“I’m a man. I’m territorial,” he said in his defense. “That don’t mean you can jump on females. That shit you did today wasn’t cool. Roxie is good peoples. She’s my boss’ family.”

“I don’t give a fuck if she was Michelle Obama! Any bitch I see you with, I’m snatching up! Flat out!”

Magyc shook his head. Briana was so young, childish, and out of control — but he couldn’t get enough of her ass. He should’ve broken things off with her the minute he peeped she was crazy, but the pussy was too good to abandon. “You somethin’ else, yo’.”

Briana smiled flirtatiously. “But you love me though, right?”

When Magyc didn’t answer fast enough, she unbuckled her seatbelt, reached over and unbuttoned his jeans. Pulling out ten inches of thick, hard dick, Briana slowly lowered her head in his lap.

She wasn’t too worried about Roxie. At the end of the day, she’d never be able to handle a nigga like Magyc. He was forever hers, and there wasn’t a bitch out there that could change that.

***

Juicy lived in a cozy two-bedroom apartment on Coventry Rd. in Cleveland Heights. It was a total step up from the cruddy neighborhood Cam resided. If and when she got her finances together, she could move in a safer, wealthier area.

Justin was preoccupied with SpongeBob while Cam and Roxie took ratchet pictures in her bathroom.

“
Ugh.
Loosen up, Cam. You act like you never did a photo-shoot before.”

“I haven’t.”

Juicy sucked her teeth. “Bitch, you been living in Atlanta two years and you never did no photo-shoots? That’s like being at Montego Bay and not going swimming. See, girl, I’ma have to get you all the way together. It’s good visibility and promo to do a couple of those too.”

“So I’m marketing myself, pretty much?”

Juicy shrugged. “Essentially,” she said. “Or branding — whichever you wanna call it. Look, artists and entrepreneurs do the same thing. It’s no big deal. Now relax ya shoulders and tilt ya head up a little.”

Cameron tried her best to look more comfortable. She was topless with one arm covering her breasts and seduction in her eyes.

“Cool. That last one came out really good,” Juicy said after snapping a few photos on her iPhone 5. “Now let me get a shot of that backside. Yo’ ass done got thick after Justin.”

Suddenly, Cam heard the front door to Juicy’s apartment open. Naturally, she was concerned because her son was in the living room alone.

“Who is that?” Cameron asked.

“It’s cool. That’s my boyfriend. He moved in with me a few months ago after getting out. You know how that shit goes.”

Shortly after, they heard her bedroom door close.

“Are you going to work tonight?”

“I plan on it,” Juicy said. “You should pull up.”

“Maybe I will… just to check out the place and everything,” she added.

“Okay. Put your clothes back on, naked bitch. I’m finna edit and upload these pics.”

Cameron slid back into her strapless bra and crop top. She watched as Juicy refined her skin to make it appear flawless. It was amazing what a cellphone app could do. After a few minor alterations, Juicy posted the photos to Cam’s new page. She then tagged her in a shout out resulting in thousands of horny followers instantly — male and female alike.

“This shit’s so crazy,” Cam laughed in amusement.

“Bitch, you need to quit bullshitting and bring yo’ dancing gear tonight just in case,” Juicy told her. “It’s Friday. I guarantee you gon’ have some niggas checkin’ for you.”

13

Jag sat on the edge of his mattress with his cellphone pressed against his ear, and a frustrated expression on his handsome face. Much to his dismay, Cam’s number was still disconnected. He’d tried to hit her up a dozen times, and each time the call failed. Although they weren’t as close as they once were, it wasn’t like her to just up and cut ties with him.

Maybe Jude caught wind of us communicating still,
Jag convinced himself. That was the only excuse he could make for Cameron’s odd behavior.

He missed the sound of her voice and her raspy laugh. She was the only thing in his life that made him feel normal.

Hanging up the phone, Jag tossed it on the bed and ran a hand through his coal, black hair. Light stubble lined his square jawline, adding a rugged sexiness to his appearance.

Jag didn’t know what was up with Cameron, but he hoped like hell everything was okay. It would’ve been nice to make sure they were still good, but it was obvious Cam needed her space. When she was ready, she would reach out to him on her own accord.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on Jag’s hotel room door. Normally, he would’ve reached for his piece on the nightstand, however he already knew who the guest was.

Slowly standing to his feet, Jag approached the door and opened it. He stepped to the side and allowed his beautiful visitor entrance. She was a busty honey-colored vixen whom he’d met at
Onyx
in Philadelphia.

Jag was there strictly for work purposes. He stopped in the establishment on his last day in town for drinks and a little unadulterated entertainment. Jag was a man with dignity, but he also didn’t mind paying for company — especially since he hated sleeping alone.

Doing things that way was so much easier too, because no real feelings were ever invested. The women got what they wanted, and so did he. It was a win-win situation; a mutual understanding.

An invisible wall surrounded Jag’s cold heart… and the only person who had access to it was Cameron Patterson…

***

Cameron arrived at Sin City Gentlemen’s Club at approximately 10:15. Although it was early, there was already a nice crowd beginning to form. The club’s exterior was eye-catching with bright neon lights for letters. There were Audis, Benzes, Ferraris, Maybachs, and Porsches parked in the lot, each one shiny as though they’d been freshly waxed.

Juicy was right. There was definitely some money to be made at Sin City. Cam couldn’t wait to stake her claim on some of that cash. She may’ve been a little rusty, but it wouldn’t take more than a shot to get her back in the swing of things.

After parking her truck, Cam climbed out with her rollaway suitcase and entered the building. The club looked even bigger than it did from the outside. Loud trap music had the place live.

The club was packed with niggas standing wall to wall. A few of them didn’t seem too interested in what was happening around them. They were just happy to say they were there.

Cam made a mental note to avoid motherfuckers like that. They were also usually the ones who loved to talk a bitch’s ear off.

Cameron spoke with the owner briefly before she was instructed to go and change. Evidently, he liked what he saw because he didn’t even request an audition. Cam was grateful too because she hated going through the run around. All she wanted to do was toss on her dancing bikini and get to the money.

On the way to the dressing room, Cameron looked up at the stage. There were a few fellas making it drizzle on the brown-skinned dancer climbing the pole. Cam did an automatic double take when she noticed Pure Seduction.

Well, I’ll be damned.

Cameron wasn’t the only one who’d returned to Cleveland. Last she heard about Pure Seduction she had run off to Miami with some pimp. Cam studied her longtime rival from a distance. For all the drama and bullshit they’d gone through, she prayed Pure left her alone and let her be. The last thing she wanted was problems in her new place of employment.

Cameron headed down a long, narrow hallway, which led to the spacious dressing room. As soon as Cam walked in she saw a plethora of naked asses and titties. Women of every shade were present, determined to make a quick come up for the night.

Cameron was no different as she moseyed inside. She found Juicy at the vanity ‘powdering her nose’. She was topless and clad in nothing but black bikini bottoms with rhinestones. Her face was beat compliments of the club’s house mom.

“Hey, bay,” Juicy greeted excitedly. She watched Cameron approach her through the vanity’s mirror.

“Hey, girl. How long you been here?”

“Since seven. Rodney usually likes us to be here early to get the crowd going,” she said in reference to the owner.

“Do they be charging an arm and a leg if we come later?” Cameron asked.

“Nah, we just tip out $14 to the DJ. There is a late fee, but nobody pays that shit.”

“Cool.”

“Hurry up and get dressed. A few niggas been asking about you.”

Cameron felt like she was in her old stomping grounds when she finally emerged from the dressing room in a metallic pink bikini. Fellas were checking her out as soon as she walked into the club. It didn’t take much to steal all of the attention. She was one of the baddest females in the place and she knew it.

Cameron thought about working the floor but there were so many people. Before she could decide on what guy to approach first, someone grabbed her gently from behind.

Cameron turned around and met the hazel gaze of a cute light-skinned brother. “Hey, I saw you on
JuicyTheGoddess
Instagram page. Name’s Paul.” His eyes traveled the length of her curvy body. “I gotta admit you look so much better in person.”

“Thank you, Paul.”

“When you go up on stage, sexy?”

“I think there’s four other girls in front of me,” Cam lied. She really didn’t know. Her turn would come whenever the DJ announced her name.

“Cool, then. You got time to dance for me.”

“Yeah, most definitely,” Cam said. She followed him to an empty section with two other guys.

“Don’t mind them. Just do ya thing.”

It seems like pain and regret are ya best friends…

‘Cuz everything you do leads to them…

The Weeknd’s
“Lonely Star”
poured through the club’s amplifiers. Cam wasted no time pulling off her top. Paul and his boys’ mouth watered at the sight of her pierced nipples. He was tempted to pinch one but he knew there was a strict no touching policy.

“What’chu getting into after you leave here?” Paul asked, not wanting to beat around the bush.

“I’ll probably stop to grab a bite to eat and then head home.”

“Can I accompany you?”

Cam turned around and caught him staring at her ass. “I don’t date the customers,” she told him.

Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes, the jewels, the sex, the house.

Baby, you can have it all…

“Why I gotta be all dat though?” Paul asked. “Why I can’t just be a friend?”

Before she could answer him, Juicy came out of nowhere and pulled Cam towards her. “Girl, are you crazy? You better go in the back and add some pasties. They done passed a law now.”

Cameron looked around at all of the other girls wearing them. She didn’t know how the hell she could’ve missed that detail. “Damn. Alright then.” After Juicy walked off, she knelt down to Paul’s ear to be heard over the loud music. “I’m gonna run to the back real quick.”

“Gon’ head. I’ll wait for you.” He then pulled out a crisp fifty-dollar bill and placed it in her garter belt. “Just don’t make me wait too long, a'ight.”

Cameron promised him a speedy return before hastily making her way back to the dressing room. Once inside, she realized that she didn’t have any pasties. Cam turned towards a cute, cinnamon-colored dancer seated at the vanity.

“Do you have any pasty glue?”

“Yeah,” the girl answered.

“Can I have some?”

She pretended to think about it for a second. “Um… no.”

Cameron was just about to check her when Pure Seduction waltzed inside carrying a handful of singles. Her skin was partially damp with sweat from a vigorous performance on stage. Cam noticed her ass was much more bigger than she remembered. Evidently, niggas were buying bodies now too.

Pure Seduction did an automatic double take when she saw Cameron. For a second, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. It seemed like only yesterday the two were feuding over Silk. Pure had even gone as far as jumping Cameron, breaking her hand as a result.

Both women silently stared at each other for a second as they allowed those bad memories to resurface. Pure finally broke the tension when she smiled.

“Mothafucking Hypnotic,” she greeted.

“Pure,” Cam said flatly. She didn’t want to be rude but she sure as shit wasn’t about to fake the funk.

Suddenly, Juicy walked in. “I was hoping you were back here. I wanted to tell you I had some extra pasties for you.”

Cam looked at the selfish bitch seated at the vanity and rolled her eyes. The girl shrugged innocently in return.

“It’s these niggas over by the bar — them mothafuckas got money too. They having a lil’ set at their loft after we close. You down?”

Cameron mulled over the offer. She hadn’t even been back in the profession a whole day. Doing a private party didn’t sit too comfortably with her.

“What you stalling for? They asked for you. They saw what you were working with and they wanna break bread. Look, it ain’t even gon’ be that long of a thing. I told him the maximum is two hours. I promise there won’t be any funny business like back in Columbus,” Juicy added.

Cameron shuddered when images of Wallace having his way with her came to mind. She, Pocahontas, and Juicy were supposed to perform at an after hour spot when things suddenly took a turn for the worse. The only good thing about that terrible day was meeting Jude.

Cam quickly shook him and her past from her thoughts. “You promise?” she asked.

Juicy held her hand up. “Scouts honor.”

***

When Cameron stepped back into the club she found Paul posted at the bar. He waved her over as soon as he saw her. It was clear that he only had eyes for Hypnotic that evening.

“I got you a drink,” he smiled, passing her a shot glass.

Cam hesitantly accepted the beverage. “What is it?”

“Absolut.”

Cameron really could use a drink. She was sober and felt she needed to loosen up a bit to work more comfortably. Cam was just about to toss the shot back before Pure Seduction rudely snatched the drink from her hand.