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working my hips as I clutched him tightly with my arms and thighs. “I’m coming,” I whispered over and over as my nipples tingled and my entire body quivered.
    Even after the waves subsided and my pounding heart slowed to a normal beat, I lay on Rah’s chest with his dick planted inside of me. Soon his snores rumbled beneath my ear on his chest, but I lay there long into the night feeling unsettled, unhappy, and unsatisfied.
    And I didn’t have a clue why.

6
Cristal
    “W elcome, ladies. I’m glad to see you all, but you know the deal,” I told my friends straight from the door at the door.
    Alizé, Dom, and Moët all grumbled but removed their shoes before entering, just the way I wanted. I collected their winter coats and hung them up in the closet in the foyer.
    My entire living room area was decorated in cream with pale gold accents, and I was not going to let them inadvertently track in dirt. If I could walk around barefoot, so could they.
    “Is it a’ight if we sit down, or should we get butt naked first?” Dom asked mockingly, plopping down on the cream leather sectional. “Cristal, you know you full of shit.”
    I ignored her. Is there anything wrong with wanting and getting , the finer things in life? I want things beyond designer clothes and a nice car to ride in. This is a lesson my friends have yet to learn.
    Look at Dom. She made good money—even if it was from stripping—and still lived in those nasty projects. I know for a fact the shoes she was wearing cost $225.00, more than her rent for several months. Now, what was that all about?
    I walked over to the small rolltop desk in the corner. In one brief glance my life was chronicled: my biweekly paycheck from Platinum Records for $700.00, lying next to my bills for the month totaling $3,000.00. Twelve hundred for my lease, four-hundred-dollar car note, high car and property insurance, even higher furniture note, credit card bills, utilities, food, and oh, Lord, clothing….
    Aaahhh!
    Gwen Guthrie’s hit “Ain’t Nothing Going on but the Rent” was my anthem. Destiny’s Child’s old jam “Bills, Bills, Bills” was my theme song. I was definitely looking for a brother to help ease my financial tension.
    My male friends brought up whatever slack my paycheck left, and I could rob Peter to pay Paul with the best of them. If that did not work, I could do a lot of creative juggling with what bills got paid when, which was not always good for my credit, but oh, well.
    I do not live beyond my means because I mean to live the way I live, and nothing is going to change that.
    I scooped up my bills from my friends’ prying eyes. My eyes fell on Sahad Linx’s signature on my paycheck. The bold slashing spoke of his wealth, prominence, and power.
    I let my perfectly manicured finger trace the letters of his name slowly with the same sensuality with which I would one day stroke his ebony penis. Stroke it. Taste it. Kiss it. Suck it. Ride it.
    “Cristal! Bring your saddidy ass over here, girl.”
    Dom’s voice broke into my erotic thoughts. I slid my bills and paycheck into the drawer, crossing the room to take a seat on the couch next to Alizé. “What are you all talking about over here?”
    “We tryin’ to decide on a road trip for spring break next month,” Alizé answered me, looking too cute in a form-fitting hot pink top with NASTY GIRL blazed across the front in rhinestones and a pair of Apple Bottoms jeans that were killer on her slender figure. Hot pink high-heeled boots, belt, and oversized shades—definitely Gucci—completed her look.
    I would bet my paycheck that she had on pink underwear as well.
    We each had our own unique look and fashion style.
    Alizé was a variation of hip-hop glitterati queen for her casual wear and tailored business for anything career oriented.
    Dom was straight in-your-face sex appeal, especially with the deep V-neck shirt she was wearing with a pair of House of Dereon jeans cut so low on her hips that you