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don’t, if that’s what you’re asking me,” was Amel’s answer. Never saying one way or the other which side she came down on. “I can tell you the money is out there if you want it. I can also tell you that it’s something you’d have to decide on your own.”
    Anyway, two days later, Amel called me and told me she was on her way to dance for a private party. She asked me to come along. “You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to. Just come with me and see if it’s something you can do.”
    I said cool, so she came to pick me up to go to the Hyatt. When I got in the car, Amel wasn’t alone; some guy was driving. “What’s up, Nina?” Amel said, as the guy drove off. “This is Ricky. He’s my security. Ricky drives me to all of my jobs; stays with me during the show, just to make sure that everybody behaves themselves, then drops me off at home when I’m finished.”
    “What up, Nina?” Ricky said. He was a large man with a thick West Indian accent.
    “Hi,” was all the greeting that my nervous ass could get out.
    “If you decide to get in this business, you better find somebody like Ricky that you can trust,” Amel advised.
    When we arrived at the suite, the party had already started. It was a small set: just four men who all looked like business types. Once Amel got her outfits ready, she began her show. I stood in the doorway and watched her as she danced in the middle of the floor, then for each man. While Amel danced, she allowed the men to touch her. But when one got a little too happy with his hands, she would move away or remove his hands. As I watched, I thought I can do this. I was definitely a better dancer than she was. I could shake my ass like a salt shaker.
    When she came back to the room to change clothes, she asked me, “Well, what you think?”
    “I wanna try.”
    “I was hoping you would say that. Take off your clothes.”
    “What?”
    “No time to get shy on me now. I got an outfit that would be perfect for you. My breasts aren’t big enough to fit it right.”
    It was at that moment that I had to decide what I was going to do. If I felt uncomfortable getting undressed in front of a woman who had seen me naked plenty of times, how was I gonna do it in front of a room full of horny-ass men?
    I began to undress; then I tried on the outfit she had chosen for me. It was black and lacy and fit me perfectly.
    “Perfect. Now pick a name for yourself ,” she instructed.
    “Simone, no doubt.”
    “I’ll never be far away from you. Ready?”
    “As I’ll ever be.”
    The radio was playing and the only thing that was keeping me from throwing up was the dollar signs I saw when I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes, moving my body seductively to the music as all four men stared at me. Once I made my way to the center of the room, I began my show. I moved my hips in wide circles as I made eye contact with each man in the room. They were hypnotized. I let my ass drop practically to the floor a few times; their eyes and mouths opened wide. They all started throwing money on the floor around me—mostly ones, a few fives, a ten, but no twenties. I guess I had to do more than just bounce my ass a few times to earn a twenty.
    I started to pick up the money. “I’ll get it,” Amel said. “You keep dancing.”
    While Amel gathered up the money, I began to move around the room. I danced around to each man, just as I had seen Amel do. One of the men grabbed me and tried to pull my bottom off, but Ricky took care of that. “Take it easy, Mon. You get the whole show soon enough,” he said, proving his value immediately.  
    As I danced, I looked around for Amel . She had changed into a different outfit and was dancing around the room. Once she made her way to me, she said, “Pick out another outfit and get back out here as quick as you can.”
    I made my way to the bedroom and closed the door. While I looked for another outfit to put on, I heard the men beginning to get loud as Amel