“All dat’s fine and dandy, but I’m not gonna be a stripper too long. Dis shit is takin’ it’s toll on me already,” Goldie shot back.

“Yeah, yeah!” Kat said sarcastically. “I’ve heard dat before. But you still strippin’, ain’t you? You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“Says who?” Goldie said. “Says me!” Kat replied. Then shot her an evil eye, to let her know she meant business and not to push her luck.

Goldie was in serious violation of Kat’s rules. She knew better than to be running off at the mouth, Kat thought. Didn’t Goldie know? Or did she forget that things had to be her way or you hit the highway?

A voice inside Goldie was saying, “Hold up. Let it ride. Don’t spoil things for Tender.” Plus she already proved the point she was trying to make to the young girl.

“Anyway,” Goldie said, shrugging it off. “You right. I am all talk and no action … But yo, did you see how dat broad Precious was following you ’round da club?”

Goldie let Kat think she won. That she had killed her dream. Sooner or later, Goldie promised herself she was getting out the game, one way or another. Kat could say or think whatever she wanted to.

“Yeah, I peeped dat stink ho!” Kat acknowledged her. “She wanna be me so bad it’s ridiculous. I think I’ma start callin’ her Mini-Me … Dat raggedy pussy bitch be tryin ta cock-block too. She hate ta see me get money. She fuckin’ behind me. Anybody I fucked, she try and fuck. If I was a nigga, I wouldn’t give da ho a dime, let alone a dollar … She must give bomb head, ’cause her pussy is tore up from da floor up. You see how big and nasty lookin’ her shit is. Yuck! …”

“… Somebody needs ta tell her she ain’t built like dat fa dis shit. She’s a hamburger away from da fat farm,” Kat said, hating. “Low budget ho! Dat bitch’ll fuck for a buck. And do somethin’ strange for some change.”

Cutting her off, Goldie asked, “You see them fake-ass pimps in da club tanite?”

“Yeah,” Kat replied. “I peeped them.” Turning to Tender she said, “Don’t give them niggas no rap either. Tender, I’m tellin’ you, on everything I love, they gonna try you. They’ll come at you wit promises, talkin’ ’bout they can do dis and dat fa you. How they’ll make you their bottom bitch and you’ll have dis, dat and a third.”

Tender asked a question. “What’s a bottom bitch?” she innocently inquired.

Goldie interjected, “Jus’ another word fa a pimp’s main ho.

See, da pimp gets rich, while all you get is da dick. Lots of it.”