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my thing, and my head was held up high. I shifted my eyes to Ray who was sitting next to Shirley with his arm around her shoulder. With that, I made it my business not to look at him again. Disrespectful bastard.
    â€œShow us what ya workin’ wit’, TD,” one man said. “With all that ass you got, I know it shouldn’t be a problem.”
    I couldn’t help but to take another peek at Ray again. He nodded then tossed back the drink in his hand. He slowly winked at me then nodded again.
    Before I knew it, I started moving my body around like a slithering snake. My hands roamed my curves and I began to feel all over myself. I ran my fingers through my hair, making it messy. I focused in on two men in particular: Lorenzo and Miles. I batted my eyelashes and shot them seductive looks that immediately drew them into my performance. They were definitely tuned in, especially when I lowered one shoulder of my dress and showed my chocolate skin. I could see some of the other men licking their lips with their breath held. They had no idea where I was going to venture to, but as Ray had requested, I intended to go all out.
    After I dropped the other shoulder of my dress, I lowered it underneath my breasts. They stood at attention, firm as ever. Every single eye in the room was on me and many of the niggas stood frozen in time. That was, with the exception of one. He walked up to me and eased a twenty dollar bill inside of my panties. He also took a swipe at my breasts and smiled.
    â€œYou are finer than red wine, baby,” he whispered. “Ray is one lucky man.”
    I was glad he thought so. And even though that was supposed to be a compliment, I had no reason to smile. There was seriousness trapped in my eyes that I wouldn’t break for nothing. And no matter how much money these niggas dropped on me tonight, I felt used and disgusted. Still, I had turned my thoughts elsewhere and tried my best to make the best of this situation.
    Minutes later, I stood in nothing but my silk black panties that rested high on my hips and showed off my curves. Dollars were tucked inside of my panties, and more money was scattered on the floor around me. I was bent over, exposing my hairless slit to the niggas who stood behind me. I could hear their moans and groans when I moved the crotch section aside and dipped my long finger inside of me.
    â€œFuck this shit,” one man said. “My dick so damn hard, I can’t take it. All I want to do is bust that shit wide open right now!”
    The man next to him slammed his hand against his. “I need to taste that sweet mutha. It looks sweet as a sweet potato pie. Ray, what it tastes like, man? I need to know!”
    Ray sat there looking as if he was the prizewinner. With all of the money scattered on the floor, of course he was. “Nigga, you ain’t got enough money to taste it. Ain’t none of y’all got enough money to taste it, so don’t get your hopes up.”
    â€œWell, if I can’t taste it, I’m damn sure gon’ touch it.”
    The man waved a hundred dollar bill in the air, showing it to Ray. Everybody looked on as he came up to me and rubbed his hands on my ass. He squeezed it a few times, but there wasn’t no chance in hell that I was going to allow him to touch inside of me. I removed the hundred dollars from his hand and placed it between my lips. As I stared him down, I inched forward and pressed my breasts against his chest. I slithered my body against his, and when I turned around, I bounced my ass against him. I could feel his hardness poking me. The muthafucka felt way bigger than Ray’s, and I’d be the first to admit that his dick wasn’t about nothing.
    As the man behind me talked shit and rubbed my ass, so did the others. At ten dollars a pop, Ray invited them to do as they wished, with the exception of sticking their dicks inside of me or using their fingers. I was eaten up inside. I could