For The Love of Money

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With nobody to help her out, Fatima wondered how she was gonna get her mama out of this mess. She just knew the shit had something to do with her low life, scandalous ass sister and that ex boyfriend of hers . That's it! In order to make that type of money, she would need to pretend to be Faith for a night. Running to her room, she slid on a pair of black tights, black and gold sports bra, and her gold Foams. Wand curling her hair, she felt really anxious about what she was getting ready to do. Her heart beat loudly as she made her face to perfection, adding big golden hoop earrings to complete her transformation. Standing in the mirror, she looked at herself and nodded. She looked like a huge hoe, success. Grabbing her keys, she got in her truck and headed to stilettos . She had never done nothing like this before but for her mama she would do anything.  Parking, Fatima got out of the truck and walked inside the club. "I thought you quit Faye?" Some girl in a pink thong with her titties out approached Fatima. "Nawl girl I was just kidding." Fatima laughed nervously as she walked to the locker room , stopping at the bar to throw back shots. Getting her mind off of what she was about to do . "Eeww." She whispered as she picked up a leopard thong out of Faith's locker. Apparently she didn't think this thing all the way through. Grabbing a bag, at the bottom, she saw a pink kitty outfit that still had the tags on it. "I guess she never got a chance to wear this." Fatima said as she went to go change. "Damn girl. All that ass." The girl said walking back in carrying three garbage bags full of cash. Fatima turned around and looked at herself. The bra had rhinestones on the front and the thong had a tail attached to the back. Fatima slid on the thigh high pink boots and put the cat mask on her face along with the ears. "Coming to the stage, she disappeared for a little bit..but she's back now! Give it up for that light skinned wonder...Faith!" The dj announced and Fatima slowly walked on stage as Ciara's "body party"
begin to play. Fatima rolled her hips in a back and forth motion as she made her way to the pole. She wrapped her leg around it and slowly slid around it going down into a split. Getting up on all fours, she begin to twerk slowly to the beat of the song. Right cheek, left cheek, both cheeks. She rolled her hips as she crawled over to the guy in front of him, letting him stick a 100 dollar bill in her bra. Unfastening her bra. She licked her left nipple as she layed on her back and flipped back up into a split. Money was coming faster, the dirtier she got. "Fatima?" She looked up to see Xavier staring at her.