“It’s jus’ a big event dat some promoters are throwin’. They bringin’ in a lotta strippers and niggas … and people jus’ be gettin’ their fuck and suck on,” Nikko explained. “It’s mad money ta be made … I’m sayin’ it’s da move. I can put you down, if you want to.”

This wasn’t exactly what Goldie had in mind, but she didn’t have much of a choice. The rent was due soon and she had to feed her ever present drug habit. So with the prospect of doing both, she agreed to participate in this sex fest.

“Aiight, I’m down …” she said, accepting the offer. “But how am I gonna get there?”

“How fast can you be ready? You got somethin’ ta wear, right?”

“Yeah, I gotta few outfits. I could be ready inna few minutes,” she explained.

“Good. Tell me exactly where ya live and I’ll be up there inna half an hour ta getcha,” Nikko responded.

“You know where da last stop on the two train iz? … Well, I live not too far from there. I live on Third Street.”

THE FLYERS FOR THE BRAINFEST had been circling around for months. They had been passed out in barbershops, gambling spots, private parties and strip clubs throughout the city. It was a highly anticipated event. Everybody knew that everything goes at the Brainfest. There would be literally dozens upon dozens of naked and partially clothed strippers in attendance, and even more paying customers.

At one time this event was strictly a backdoor, hush-hush word-of-mouth type of thing. But with the success of each event, the promoters grew more confident and bolder. They had a hot product on their hands. Guys came from near and far to witness and partake in it. Tickets for the event were twenty dollars, and even more at the door. The flyers said the event would be held at one place, only to be moved at the last minute to another secret location, to avoid being busted by the police.

When Nikko finally arrived to pick up Goldie, she realized that Nikko bore a striking resemblance to Kat. She was just a shade darker and a few inches shorter. Otherwise they could have passed for sisters.

They arrived at the secret location, a popular Bronx basketball gym, just as the crowds of men began to file in. Security was tight. Everyone entering, with the exception of the strippers, was thoroughly searched, patted down for weapons. Anything was liable to happen here.

The gym was dimly lit with a makeshift stage, just off to the right of the center of the floor. Tender and Nikko used the locker rooms to change. After securing their knapsacks in a locker, they took to the floor.

“Whut’z up, shorty? … How much fa sum head?” one dude asked.