HAM (Hard As a Muthaf**ka)

Round of Applause

Round of Applause

                  Sheryl Moss and I had always been okay…we weren’t exactly cool, because she didn’t see what Corliss saw in me, back in high school. Sheryl wasn’t exactly big on my “gutter ass”, and she was always talkin down on me. But there were a few times when she did have my back on some stuff, like when the principal, Dr. Glanton, tried to kick me out of school, coz he thought that I was stealin shit outta lockers, but Sheryl was there when she seen Mario Blasingame do it. I wuddnt gonna snitch out Mario, but I was sweatin coz here I was, gettin blamed for some shit I didn’t do…Sheryl told who it was, and Mario got expelled. That nigga tried to fight me, but I kicked his ass all over Jellybeans…the next week, I walked to Sheryl in the hallway. She was surrounded with Corliss, and few other “high class-ass” friends.

                  “Hey Sheryl…can I talk to you for a minute?”

                  She rolled her eyes, then looked to me. “What do you want, Jacoby?”

                  “I need to holla atchu,”

                  She walked with me, away from the others. “Wassup?”

                  “Thanks for bailin a nigga outta trouble,” I said. “I know you ‘ont like me, but I really appreciate it,”

                  She smiled. “I know that aint your style, Jacoby. You may be an asshole, and sell drugs, but I know you don’t steal. Besides, I didn’t entirely do it for you”- she looked over to Corliss. “Don’t say I didn’t do you any favors,”

                  I nodded. “Thanks,”

                  Then there was the whole bit when she came to me at the bus stop tellin me about Corliss- the whole junk after that “back to school” dance incident. I told Sheryl how it was, and kept it movin…but it was one of those rare times that she was civil with me- coz she cared about Corliss.

                  And Today…there she sat on the stage in the infamous Blue Flame strip joint, staring at me and Kantrell. I could feel her shame all the way over here…she never expected to see us in here. Her bottom lip quivered a little, then she pressed them together, as she had snapped back to the reality of it all- she had a job to do.

                  Round of Applause played, as she grabbed the pole, and slung herself back onto her feet. She started doin the dances that made her a star in this bitch- makin that ass bounce and jiggle, droppin it to the floor, and twerkin that pussy before our eyes. As I looked to Sheryl again, she had a sexy smirk on her face- it was like she was turnt on by us watchin her…and I have to admit, I was turnt on by Sheryl. Never before could I have seen her doin this shit, but there she was, and I wasn’t gonna smear it in her face. She had finished her routine, and bowed gracefully, as niggas gave her that round of applause…she then, disappeared behind that stage.

                  “Give it up, for our newest sensation, Expresso!” holla’d the D.J., as niggas clapped and whistled. Another chick came out there to dance, but I was still fixated on Sheryl- why was she here? Her parents had money, and all that…they lived in the same neighborhood as Corliss’s fam. I got up from the table, as yet another chick came to Kantrell for a lap dance- that nigga was blowin money like a muthafucka. I tapped him on the shoulder. “Be right back,”

                  “You want a lap dance, shawty?” slurred Kantrell, flashin his money. “You know I gotchu…you my nigga, shawty,”