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good. Shit, I guess that was their propose-- to make you feel good.
    Honey's was pack tonight, but that didn't always mean you were gonna make a lot of money. 'Cause 50% of the niggas wanna see the pussy spit fire for a fucking dollar. About 20% will come up out their pockets and the rest of the nigga's is straight up trying to get some ass. A couple of weekends ago, this nigga threw beer in my face and demanded his money back. I told him just because he paid me $10 for a lap dance didn't mean he could bust off on my ass. I reached for my razor, when lucky for his ass, security came and tossed him out for making a scene. I was 'bout to give his ass a buck fifty slice (to cut him deep until the pink meat is exposed) right across his face.
    Nasty bitches like Peaches be having these dudes getting shit twisted, thinking anything goes for $10 or $15 dollars. Her anorexic ass be over in the corner up against the wall pretend-ing she dancing when she really be selling pussy for twenty bucks. The hoe knows that shit's against floor rules. That's why we have the champagne room. But nigga's don't be wanting to pay that $100 for those kind of privileges and the tricks don't be wanting to give up that 20% to the club owner. Shit, I ain't trying to knock nobody's hustle and I ain't gon' front... I done sold some pussy many a nights to get by. But it ain't what you do, it's how you do it and what these hoe's be fucking up the game.
    As I squeezed my way through the funky little changing room/bathroom to get dressed, or should I say undressed, I overheard two stripper named Mahogany and Diamond whispering that some baller that was out there tricking off a knot of cash and buying out the bar. That shit was music to my ears. I was scheduled to dance some stage sets tonight, so I wouldn't have to give Billy $20. He's the owner, he charges $20 to all the dancers that just come to lap dance and pays $70 to the dancers that get on stage and dance for three sets. Fuck that, I made arrangements to trade places with this girl Silk so I could try to milk this nigga they was talking about before my stage performance.
    "Chasity, hurry up, there's money out there girl," I said.
    "You ain't said nuttin but a word, let's go," she smiled. The deejay was playing my song, "There's Some Hoes in This House." It wasn't hard to figure out where the real money was because the hoes flocked to him like he was Jay Z, shooting a video for "Girls, Girls, Girls." Only thing wrong with this video was that most of the bitches in here look like who done it and why; I mean tore up from the floor up, so it wouldn't be hard to steal the nigga's attention.
    Chasity's pretty ass is a big flirt anyway and a hustler, like me. Automatically a scheme came into play, 'cause great minds do think alike. The plan was to get him to spend some money here, then hit a telli (motel) on some two for the price of one type shit, fuck him to sleep and rob his ass.
    "Would you like a dance?" Chasity asked him.
    "Nah, I'm good but what up with you and your girl giving my man here a dance. It's his birthday." After like five drinks, I lost count as far as how many dances we gave his boy. I also changed the plan about trying to rob dude, I was feeling him a lil' something. I was feeling him even more when he peeled off four $100 bills from the money stashed in his right pocket and gave me and Chass $200 a piece.
    "I didn't get your name," I said with a smile.
    "That's because I didn't give it, what's yours?" He said show-ing his pearly whites. "Sha... I mean, Cream." I said, almost giving up my government.
    Chocolate boy wonder wasn't giving up nothing else but a smile. "I'll be back to check you shorty," he said as he got up from the bar to leave.
    I hit him back with a quick response. "I'll be waiting." It was only one a.m. I had a couple of hundreds in my pocket and still three hours left to dance my sets and make some more. Shit, I wasn't mad at all.
    "Chasity, did you get dudes name?" I