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pushed Sammie out the way. She stumbled but did not completely lose her footing.
    “Here, wear this,” he said, shoving a bright red dress into her chest while moving past her to select her shoes. This dress used to be her favorite but that was before she gained all that weight. It was a short spandex outfit that once accentuated her shapely hips and thighs but now did nothing but mock her former figure.
    “Put it on,” he spat when he noticed her hesitation. She wanted to protest but thought better of it since he was in such a sour mood.
    Sammie struggled to get the dress over her head. It briefly locked up around her shoulders and she had to force it over her hips. It stuck to her like glue and folded around her growing stomach and ass. Jessie grunted in disgust as he watched her.
    “That is what all those cookies and cakes have done to your body!” he snapped at her as if she didn’t already know.
    “I know. I will do better; you will see,” she said although she had promised those words before in vain.
    “Can I change into that black dress you bought last week?” she asked pleadingly.
    It was a size bigger and was not quite as revealing as the one she was currently wearing.
    “We don’t have time for you to change now! Just hurry up,” he exclaimed. Fearing another physical assault, Sammie swallowed her pride and went into the bathroom to put on her makeup. Ever watchful, Jessie followed her and grabbed her compact from her shaking hands.
    “Sammie, I have had enough—you hear me? Sit down and let me finish this.” His voice was loud but it was not the same angry, irate voice that she had heard earlier. She was hopeful that he had somehow regained his senses.
    He artfully applied her eye shadow, mascara, and blush. He even penciled in a tiny mole on the right side of her face, which made her look more sexy and exotic. He then turned his attention to her hair and quickly swept her micro-braids into an uncomplicated French roll with tiny braids of hair hanging down framing her face.
    Even though Sammie was still angry with Jessie she had to give it to him when it came down to makeup and hair. He was truly blessed and had the talent to make even the ugliest women look like beauty queens. Since she was already beautiful in her own right, he did nothing but enhance her outer beauty. Oddly, when he was working on her face or hair, she truly believed that he loved her.
    They arrived at the same seedy club that they had been going to for over two years. Realizing that this was their destination for the night, Sammie sucked in her stomach and strolled into the club as if she owned it. This was a walk that Jessie had pounded into her head and it allowed her to alter her personality to be able to perform.
    Instead of promoting and exploiting Sammie’s body, Jessie should have concentrated on her acting abilities. Only an actress could have pulled off the charade that Sammie’s life had become.
    Jessie took a seat in the far right corner of the room. Sammie looked in his direction as he wandered off but knew that she was expected to take a seat up front and center of the stage. She was no longer ashamed to be in the front row with women prancing in her face. Her dance routine was to pretend that she was an audience member who got caught up in the moment and climbed onto the stage and stripped.
    Jessie would pretend that he was a customer so enamored of her routine that he kept throwing money at her. He would hype up the audience of lustful men so that they, too, would dig deep into their pockets and throw money at the stage.
    Her face still hurt as well as her ribs where Jessie had kicked her earlier. She tried not to think about those injuries as she waited for her introduction. Sammie scanned the crowd. She noticed Jessie was now talking with Kim in a corner booth and that her hands were all over him. He appeared to be oblivious to her even being in the room.
    “Scotch on the rocks,” she requested of a passing