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my hair, too. The scorchin’ shower water ran for nearly fifteen minutes while I washed every inch of my body. As soon as the water stopped, I heard the door open in the otha room. It was Serita. I stood in my towel feelin’ like a target in a horror movie.
    “Get your ass back in 2C,” she yelled with a straight face. “Suck it up! We got girls who waiting for your bed if you don’t wanna put in work.”
    As bad as I wanted to pack my shit, and get the hell away from Betty’s place, I knew she was right. I did have to suck it up, especially if I had any plans on gettin’ my son back.
    Thirty minutes later, I was back in action. A handsome, light-skinned brotha named Ray had chosen me next. He had jet-black hair with semi-waves and bedroom eyes. If we’d met under normal circumstances, he mighta made me melt. On the flip side, he wanted ass, I needed cash.
    He held my hand softly walkin’ me to the room. That was weird! Inside, we talked a little before we made any moves. I confessed about my nightmare with Adam, so he agreed to take things slow. I found out he owned a limousinecompany in Long Island and was a regular at Betty’s place. He admitted to preferrin’ fat women, but told me I would do. At least I was thick and had a fat ass.
    After flirtin’ with me for a while, Ray admitted that he didn’t have much longer. He became rambunctious, tellin’ me to get ass-naked. I obliged while he took his shit off too. My eyes bulged at the sight of his manhood. “That dick in my pussy,” I asked him.
    He laughed and pulled me close. He instructed me to kiss his chest while he told me lies.
    “My cock will work fine,” he assured. “I’ll stand up and put you on the dresser to make it easier.”
    I hated the word cock. He must’ve known it ’cause he kept sayin’ the shit.
    As soon as we got into the groove, Ray’s true colors showed. He spoke all kinds of sweet shit in my ear as he fucked me rhythmically. He confessed that he usually like to go fast, but understood my dilemma. I thanked him ova and ova again, but he kept bangin’ faster and faster. The dresser vibratin’ against the wall had me stutterin’ like crazy. I thought he was satisfied until he asked me the unthinkable-Ray wanted his butt licked. I gagged a few times, but thought about the money I needed to make. When it was all said and done, I’d made $400 off of Ray, and had a mouthful of his ass hairs stuck in between my teeth.
    I got bold before he left. “How about a tip, handsome?”
    He tossed me forty extra bucks, then patted me on my ass. He told me my pussy was good, and that he’d be back. I wanted to tell him I would be out by Saturday, but the door slammed in my face. Once again, I checked the towels. Although I was in a different room, nothin’ had changed. Betty and her triflin’ crew had us using nasty-ass towels.
    When the night ended, Serita walked around collectin’Betty’s cut for the night. I handed ova $700.00. Sasha looked at me and shook her head. She made me feel inferior like I’d done somethin’ wrong. Just before we headed ova to 2A, she pulled me to the side.
    “Look, I’m not into schoolin’ dumb broads. But you gotta be smarter than that. If you make $800, tell’em you made less; like $600.00. It’s the only way you’ll really come out on top ’round here.”
    “Thanks,” I ended up sayin’ to her backside.
    Sasha walked off like she’d neva said anything to me. I followed behind after my long, stressful day. As I left the room, Serita locked up sayin’, “The clock never stops ticking for nothin’, no matter what. Remember that Co-Co.”
    I put that bitch on the back burner, ’cause it was Betty who I was scared of. I wanted to grab somethin’ to eat, or at least order in. The girls had some food earlier in the great room, but I neva got any. It made the second night I would go to bed hungry.
    Later that night, Cinnamon made me a sitz bath after I complained about what happened between