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worked her show. Once I had changed, I cracked the door a little to see what was going on. By this time, Amel was butt naked. She was standing on the coffee table; one of the men was lying on the table with his face in perfect position so that every time Amel dropped her body, she had her pussy in his face. I closed the door and went straight to the mini bar. I grabbed the first bottle I got my hands on—Jack Daniel’s—and downed it. “ Whoo ! That’s some rough stuff.”
    I burst through the door and got back to it. The men started yelling “Take it off! Take it off!” I turned my back to them and came out of my top. With one arm covering my breasts, I turned around, swung the top over my head, and threw it to one of the men. He put it on his head as I lowered my arm and moved around the room quickly, shaking my tits in everybody’s face. Once I reclaimed my spot in the middle of the floor, the music changed. One of my favorite old-school slow jams came on: the live version of “Reason” by Earth, Wind & Fire.
    At that point, I closed my eyes and tried to forget the fact that I was in a room dancing naked, for a bunch of strangers who, before that day, I would have never let near me, much less let touch me. I thought about Lorenzo. I missed him so much and wanted desperately to feel him. In my mind I was dancing just for him. With my eyes still closed, I slowly and very seductively wiggled my way out of the bottom of the outfit. When I opened my eyes, every eye in the room, including Ricky’s and Amel’s , were on me. Once again, I swung my outfit over my head and threw it. It landed on the floor and two of them dove for it. One grabbed it, immediately smelled it, put it in his mouth, and let it hang from his teeth.
    I moved closer to one man and turned my back to him. I slowly bent over and allowed him to slip a twenty-dollar bill into my garter. He got so close and was looking at my ass so hard, I thought he was going to try to crawl inside me. As a thank you, I softly clapped my butt cheeks together and moved on to the next one.
    One down, three to go,
I thought as I slithered to my next stunned victim. He was hard, rock hard. I could tell by the print that was lying parallel to his thigh.
    “Damn, baby,” he whispered.
    “You want to talk to me?” I purred. I couldn’t believe I said that, but I might as well have some fun with this. “That’s right. I can be your ho tonight if the price is right,” I started to say, but thought better.
    “Yes,” he answered, then started slinging curse words at me. “You’re getting me hard as a rock. Bring it a little closer.”
    I obeyed his command and moved closer to him. They were all drunk, but he had passed drunk and moved to fucked up. He unzipped his pants and began to masturbate. No he didn’t take that little dick out of his pants. On the inside, I was laughing all over myself until he said, “That’s it, you nasty black bitch of a whore.”
    Oh, no he didn’t.
I thought, but I guess that’s what I am today.
I quickly dismissed the thought of cursing him out.
    I crept onto the floor and onto my back; I spread my legs and allowed him to talk dirty to me as he slipped another twenty into my garter. I thanked him by pulsating my pussy before rolling over to the next man. He was already there, shirt unbuttoned, tie loosened, pants down to his ankles, choking his limp dick. “Go, go, go !” he shouted as he finally reached his climax.
    Gross .
    One move from me sent him over the top, and he threw his wallet at me. Amel grabbed it, emptied all the bills that were in it, and handed it to me. I took it between my breasts. I let him slide his wallet from between them, then gently pushed him at arms length, until his back was against the wall. I was shaking the twins at him along the way as I prepared to make my exit.
    The last man was sitting in a chair, so I danced my way behind him. I leaned over and pushed him out of the chair. “Turn around and look