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your friends.  It’s on me,” she said.
    The young man’s face lit up. “You serious?”
    “You got 3 minutes to get to the parking lot.”
    *****
    Goldie rode one man’s rod while two more were aimed at her face on both sides. She took turns slurping while bouncing up and down on the gentleman beneath her.
    “Ahhh.  Ahhh.  Ummh,” she moaned.
    What better way to treat herself to her last night in North Carolina.  She’d left an “I’m not gay” note and a couple thousand dollars beneath Yalonda’s pillow. She’d fucked LOTS of men in Charlotte.  She’d swindled many as well.  Only, they didn’t realize it yet.  She’d wrecked a few homes by having sex with men claimed by others.  She’d smoothly maneuvered through Charlotte partying, lying, suckin, and fuckin.
    Later, on the bus to her next destination, Goldie pulled a book from her travel bag and began the painful task of reading on a higher level.  This was a practice she’d kept from most of her associates.  Goldie wanted better for herself.  And she’d grown accustomed to putting in the work to get what she wanted.

Chapter 6
    “Oktapussy”
    Atlanta, Georgia
    1995
    Beatrice had become a greedy kid in a free candy store. She took what she wanted.  Her ability to manipulate others with ease led her anywhere her heart desired.  She drove new cars, dressed like a store-front mannequin, attended numerous concerts, professional ball games, boxing main events, hair shows, and exclusive after parties. The world was her sex haven, a playground of enticing and profitable potential experiences.
    Her life had become a tremendous game of persuasion with a touch of sexual pleasure, never quite hidden in the background.  A strong dose of nymphomania always in the mix.
    Beatrice, as Goldie Kaan, had milked Charlotte as a teenager.  She’d ventured into California as Ms. Evelyn Foster, meeting lots of connected people.  Her antennae always up, she’d stumbled upon a racket of “basketball” wives almost two decades before the reality show came out.  She’d been paired up with a loaded “bench warmer” beneath a three-year marriage contract.  Her money would be managed by the orchestrators of the racket, and when the “irreconcilable differences” were finally cited as the causes of the staged “divorce”, Evelyn would walk away with an agreed upon amount of funds.
    However, Evelyn, always hell bent on playing by her own rules, got close to her new husband to the point of actually getting him to reveal the access codes to his bank accounts.  Evelyn had run him through the mill, stinging him for more than $500,000 dollars and fleeing Cali, a happily “married” girl.
    She’d relocated to a small, quiet town in Delaware, studying and reading hours while living off of her accumulated wealth.  After acquiring her GED, she’d taken a few correspondence college courses and a few etiquette classes. 
    One day, she’d felt pretty bold.  She wanted a degree right away.  She wound up in the Dean’s office of a local college campus.
    “It doesn’t have to be an affair.  It can be on your terms, discreet, ongoing if you like.  Or we could make it into one SERIOUS night stand,” she’d said to the Dean, her eyes glued to his, her hands making contact with his chest and sliding downward toward his less intelligent head.
    “I’ll make you a very happy man, satisfied over and over again, Mr. O’neil,” she’d persisted, a free college degree in her sights.
    He’d been frozen, petrified, as if the scarecrow jacked up on a wooden stake.  She’d seen it in his eyes.  He’d almost given in.  But…
    Mr. O’neil had called security and had “Ms. Leona Lane” arrested for trespassing and other minor offenses.
    Upon her release from jail, she’d hooked up with International Escorts, LLC.  She’d purchased $8,000 dollars’ worth of clothing and dived into her new role.  She took lessons, learned the ins and outs, and soon grew