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home. While Fat Boy had to wait until Powder finished his spin
on the turntable and got paid. Then they could both find their way
home with relative ease.
    Powder was the clubs
resident DJ and surprisingly the life of the party. It seemed as if
once he was around a turntable his whole persona changed. He became
brash and daring with his words that if unchecked could get him into
serious trouble. This quirk and the fact that they were twins ensured
that Fat Boy followed him everywhere when he was on a job. Powder
didn’t mind because not only were they close but Fat Boy made
him feel safe.
    While Powder was
slender Fat Boy was the opposite and often doubled as a body guard to
make ends meet when Powder couldn’t get any gigs. Powder got
his name because as a child he suffered from athlete’s foot and
often put two much powder in his shoes leaving a trail behind him.
His friends never let him live it down so the moniker stuck.
    Powder was as good at
DJing as Fat Boy was at eating and if he ever got the exposure he
deserved, he would blow up and be the next big thing. Powder had the
club going with all the booty songs he could play in recognition of
the butt he saw earlier that day. When they had stopped at Big
Benny’s Burgers earlier Lou was the customer service rep that
took their order. Powder was in awe, she was here at the club. The
same broad whose ass the twins had been preeing earlier. They had no
idea that all their lives would soon collide.

Chapter 3
    “Just relax and
let me show you what I am capable of, I promise you’ll have no
regrets. I can be anything you want me to be. What’s your
fantasy?”
    “Look, you’re
out of my league.”
    “I think that’s
a poor choice of words. You’re the one that’s prejudiced.
If you can’t let go of what people think. Lance, I don’t
think that I’m better than you or that I’m high society.
Let’s not do labels. I can be a good or bad girl, whatever you
want baby, doesn’t matter. Just as long as you’re aware
that I’m the right girl for you.”
    “You talk a
good game Kiki but you can’t be for real and my mama didn’t
raise no fool. You can’t possibly be that naïve. Your
people would never let us be together even if I was interested.”
    Something inside him
clicked when he saw Lou. He recognized her ass from the party last
night. This woman was dangerous she could turn a gay man straight
with her beautiful body and sinfully wicked smile. He felt an instant
connection between them and she had spunk, he admired that. He also
like her classy style and swagger. She was easy to be around and not
hard on the eyes. A winning combination if he ever decided to be a
gambling man.
    Here he was getting
into the role, body, mind and spirit. If Kiki was anything like Lou
in real life no wonder Lance succumbed to her wiles, he never stood a
chance. He was really getting immersed into the role, no doubt Lance
would have been drawn to Kiki too. In the space of a few minutes he
had placed himself in Lance's shoes and felt how he would have
reacted if some rich goody too shoes tried to make a move on him.
    “So how’s
the party going, did I miss anything?” Her amazing hazel eyes
sparkled, the flecks of green similar to that of a kiwi fruit. Those
eyes of hers missed nothing and followed his every movement.
    “Actually, I’ve
just arrived myself, taking in the scenery.”
    “Nice choice of
words to describe those scantily clad naked women in the club. When
did these thin strips of cloth become acceptable? Must be a man who
designed them.”
    Her eyes were lit
and merry. The little minx was teasing him. Wayne looked at her and
smiled, he relished the moment when she smiled back at him. She
seemed like she thoroughly enjoyed herself doing it too. If she
wanted to act like a bad girl he could set her straight. Wayne moved
in closer, he knew that most women became intimated by him, acting
all nervous and giddy headed until they knew him to know he was
harmless