They made their way to the dressing room, having pushed through a rowdy crowd of average hardworking Joes, hustlers, thugs and killers. The men were all shapes and sizes as well. More than a few of them noticed Tender and shouted out, “Shorty, hold up.” Goldie held on to Tender’s arm and told her to keep it moving. “No time for chitchat.” The dressing room doors swung open and there in plain view were two bisexual strippers engaging in oral sex.

“Damn, Dynamite and Princess!” Goldie shouted. “Couldn’t y’all wait till y’all got home? Y’all only live together.” Tender’s mouth fell open before she could catch herself. This open display of gayness struck Tender as strange. She knew there were girls like this in her school and on the street, but she’d never seen them getting down like this. It was not a pretty scene but it was one she had better get used to seeing. Seeing the sheer look of disgust on Tender’s face, Goldie decided to pull her coat. “Get use to it! These bitches ’round here is off da chain. That ain’t nuttin’. I seen a bitch stick a whole forty-ounce bottle of beer inside her pussy.”

Kat laughed. “Yeah, da party just begun.” In her new line of work, bisexuality was commonplace. Just being in the nude so much and around each other for days, weeks and months on end made some females curious, breaking down their defenses.

Kat didn’t bat an eye. “Uh, huh. Get ya thing off, girl!” she coolly commented, “I know why two chicks could be gay? ’Cause pussy’s so motherfuckin’ good!”

Tender didn’t know what to make of Kat’s remark. Was she gay? Was she straight? Was she bisexual? Or was she curious? She made a mental note to keep a close eye on her.

With their privacy invaded, Dynamite and Princess stopped their own personal freak show for now. They’d finish up tonight, in the comfort of their apartment.

The girls quickly changed from their street clothes to their stripper outfits. Tender wore white hot pants with a matching see-through shirt and with white patent leather high-heel boots. Goldie and Kat both opted for g-strings with no tops. They left nothing to the imagination.

Kat reminded Tender again to smile, make eye contact. “Give them niggas lotsa conversation. Flirt wit ’em. Lie ta ’em. Lead ’em on. Make ’em think they da finest motherfucker in da club. Tell ’em anything ta get in their pockets. Then when da money run out, you roll out! Keep it movin’, get dat paper … ’member, time iz money. So keep it movin’. You on da clock.”