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Hit me up though. For real. I wanna take you out,” he said, walking away.
    Bam! The other twin hit the floor with a full split, bounced, flipped onto her back, twirled her legs in the air, spun, spread her thighs, then held her pussy lips apart. Dudes gathered at the platform, stood there until the song ended. Some of ’em never drizzled dough on her. I shook my head. Cheap bastards should’ve bought a two-piece chicken special, went home, popped in a DVD, and jacked off.
    I chilled until my gurl made her way center stage. Entertainment was cool but Chanel was an entrepreneur. From the first beat to the last, she focused on making the customer farthest from her stop whatever they were doing, come up to the stage, and drop them dollars. It worked on me.
    The DJ pumped up the crowd announcing, “You don’t want to miss this, people. If you’ve never witnessed a squirter in action, here’s your chance. Lady Waterfall is about to gush. You gon’ need a raincoat and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no condom, fellas.”
    “Here you go, Alexis,” Peaches said, sitting a fresh drink on my table.
    Dudes and chicks flocked to the stage. The DJ teased the crowd with a few more songs before Chanel did her thing. She sat in front of guy number one, opened her legs, placed her knees behind her shoulders, gazed into his eyes, then rocked on her back.
    His mouth hung open like he was thirsty. He stared at my gurl’s pussy. Twenty seconds later the only thing in his hand was the dick inside his pants. Lady Waterfall politely slithered to the opposite end of the stage. She did the same move for a different dude. He made it rain so heavy I thought my gurl was gonna gush for him. Dude number one could hold out for the next female to flash his cheap ass but I knew Chanel well. She was not spreading for him again. She worked every side of the stage until the stage was covered with paper.
    The DJ said, “Who wants to marry this pussy? I think she’ll say yes to the guy that drops the most cash,” then he played “Throw This Money on You” by R. Kelly.
    Chanel climbed the gold pole nice and slow. She hung upside down, slowly descended head first toward the floor. Ascending midway up the pole she spun sideways. Lady Waterfall made her way to the top, placed one foot over the bar. Her other leg was on the pole, then she gave the crowd what they’d come for.
    Lady Waterfall gushed like a river bursting through a dam.
    Men shook their heads real slow. Several had that glossy I’m-in-love look in their eyes. Married or single, Chanel could have any one of these guys, females included. After the song ended, it took her five minutes to gather our wet dough into a large bag. Another ten minutes was needed for two guys to sanitize the stage and poles for the next performers.
    No one knew Chanel as well as I did. Offstage, my gurl was submissive. To make certain she didn’t stray, I had to keep Chanel in check.
    I didn’t want to be hard on her. I had to.

CHAPTER 8
    Blake
     
     
     
    “H appy fiftieth, Blake Crystal. I love you.” Untying my leopard robe, I let it drop to the floor.
    I stood face-to-face with my naked reflection. I saw a beautiful, dark-skinned African-American woman. I was strong. Successful. I scanned myself head to toe. I was far from perfect. My breasts hung lower, stomach protruded a tad. Those were things I could fix with cosmetic surgery. The ass God blessed me with still sat high enough for a pencil to fall if placed underneath my cheek.
    “Starting today, I am going to concentrate on me.”
    The little girl inside of me cried for my mother. My lip quivered. “I miss and love you, Mommy.” I dried my tears. My feelings for my father weren’t the same. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him. The paternal love I had was different. Outside of being told that I was his daughter, I didn’t know him very well. Not wanting to be sad on my birthday, I went into my bedroom.
    Fortune’s name had registered on my caller