MONEY IS THE MOTIVE

Chapter 9- Show and Tell

"She got the body of a goddess and face to match..."

_Lil Boosie

Kema

The Pink pony was packed to the capacity. I sat and watched all of the dancers rush to the laps of the lawyers, drug dealers, and doctors.

I got a front row seat in V.I.P. like it wasn't my place of employment. The girls eyeballed me as I sat on the black cushioned couch.

"I suggest y'all keep shaking y'all ass!"

I yelled over the music.

They rolled their eyes and continued. These fish market smelling hoes gone make me act up.

It felt so good to be back on my paper route. I made a quick trip to Canada and made it back in one piece.

Hopefully there wouldn't be anymore distractions. I thought as I sipped my glass Hennessey. After sips of Hennessey I took a Transformer to the head.

"Can I have a dance?" A voice from behind me asked. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"If you don't get yo damn hands off of me." I turned around to face the dumb mf.

It was Darío.

"Well can I have a dance?" He asked taking a seat next to me.

"Sure." I smiled, got up, and positioned myself in front of him. Lil Ronnie's "Circle" blared through the club.

Right timing. He was looking good as hell. It wasn't anything I was used to he was different.

This niggah...well this Columbian made jeans and a t-shirt look like a tailored suit.

His head was shaved bald. Yes goodness.

His hand was filled with only Benjamins. I think he turned me on more than the money in his hand. He leaned back in his chair.

I could do this in my sleep especially when I was geeking. The shit came naturally. I was in my own world.

I seductively winded my hips and then began to throw my ass like I was from Baton Rouge.

He watched in amusement. I dropped my ass in lap. I could feel his dick bulging from his jeans and it was rock hard.

Boy was he was blessed. I looked back at him and continued to throw my ass in his lap.

My vajaja and booty always seemed to do the thinking. They had a mind of their own.

I bent over and bust my fat booty all the way open. He threw the money bill by bill.

The neon lights flashed in my face. Sweat trickled from my body.

The song finally ended. He started clapping. I laughed and gathered my bills from the floor. I turned around and he was damn near drooling.

I threw my weave behind my shoulder. A Bitch couldn't tell me shit. I did this shit. I go to sit beside him.

"Well good to see you again." He said grabbing my arm and looking me in my eyes.

"Same here."

I returned the stare simply because it was common courtesy and respect. When you're talking to someone eye contact is important. I actually lacked courtesy.

"Do you like your work place?" He asked, not taking his gaze off of me.

"I mean it's cool and I do this for fun. It's just extracurricular. So I wouldn't say workplace." I said, fixing my top.