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lit up. They were about halfway through their second blunt when K turned into the parking lot of the club. K passed the blunt to Blass as they cruised past the large neon sign that read , nude dancers. He pulled into the parking space and turned down the radio.
     
                  “I won’t be in here long. I just need to take care of sumn ,“ said K passing Blas the.45 Glock automag.
     
                  “Go head and handle yo binness big cuzzin. I’m good,” Stated Blass and took a long deep drag off the Vanilla Dutch.
     
                  K hopped out the rental and walked toward the entrance. There were groups of drunken white men in business suits flowing through the parking lot. He joined the long line leading to the entrance. He got a couple of sideways glances being that he wasn’t the type of customer the establishment primarily catered to. But K wasn’t there to look at the bony white broads with the huge fake ta ta’s. He approached the two large bouncers at the front entrance. They eyed him suspiciously. After waving the metal detector wand over his body, he was allowed to pay the cover charge and enter. K guessed once they took note of the 3 g $taxxx he pulled out, they rationalized that he wasn’t there to scout the spot for stick-up victims from their establishment.
     
                  The inside of the club was enormous. Three floors of 50 scantily clad women in pursuit of those almighty banknotes. K headed over to the first floor bar that enclosed the main stage in a half circle. There was a green eyed brunette with long straight hair that hung past her ass. She sported a set of 44 triple e’s big as soccer balls, that had just finished up her set. He found a seat just off the side of center stage and was immediately approached by a club dancer.
     
                  “Buy a lady a drink big guy?”              
     
                  K turned around and was pleasantly surprised with what he saw. Cutey was a medium brown complexion with light brown dancing eyes that sparkled in the clubs lighting. She sported a jazzy shoulder length bob hairdo with gold and auburn highlights. Her grapefruit sized breasts straining against her cream colored top demanded attention.
     
                  “ Puleeeazze ? I really need a drink and I’ve only made $30 in the last two hours. I don’t know what’s wrong with these dudes tonight,” she said sounding defeated.
     
                  “Yeah cutey. Get what you want. Sheeit I don’t know what’s wrong wit dees mafuggas either.”
     
                  She gave K the most beautiful smile and stood on the foot rail that ran under the bar. She was almost in his lap as she leaned over the bar to get the bartenders attention. What she was really giving him was a bird’s eye view of her real estate. A little more advertising for his investment. He was impressed. She took a peek over her shoulder to make sure he was looking and gave him that smile again. He almost forgot the main reason he was there.
     
                  After the bartender brought over their drinks; a Heineken for him and a cranberry juice and vodka for her, they began to converse. She was originally from The BX (Bronx), but attended CW POST, a college only a few miles away. It wasn’t long before the stage lights were dimmed and the DJ made an announcement for Jasmine, the Island B eauty.
     
                  “This is my bitch! She about to do her thang ! Always steals the show! These white broads can’t stand her cause she make more dough than all o them,” said brown eyes.
     
                  Just then K saw the opportunity he was looking for. He pulled out a $tack of bills and placed a $50 in her thong. He then turned her around and pulled her back so her ass was on his dick and wrapped his hands around her waist. She grind her bubble on