The VIP room was a small dimly lit room, less than half the size of a studio apartment, with bland dirty-white walls. There was nothing more inside than a large well-worn black leather couch. It also served as a bed.

Once inside the room, Whitey whipped out a large knot of money. It was the likes of which Tender had never seen before in her life. He peeled off three hundred-dollar bills and handed them to her. As if to say, “You ain’t doin’ me no favors.”

“Now, let’s do the damn thing!” he demanded. “I want da best of both worlds.”

Tender took the money and put it into her ever present clutch bag that she carried. Suddenly, she began to have second thoughts. But she had committed herself now—there was no turning back.

Going back into her bag, Tender pulled out a condom and some spermicidal jelly. She also used it as a lubricant. Quickly, she tried to don him with the condom. But he balked.

“Dig dis here,” he said. “I don’t like gettin’ my dick sucked wit no rubber on. I can’t feel it.”

“Listen,” Tender began. “I ain’t goin’ raw dog wit nobody! I ain’t sayin’ you got somethin’. But at da same time I ain’t tryin’ ta catch nuttin’ either … Da rubber iz fa both our protection.”

“I’ma put da rubber on,” he said forcefully. “Jus’ hit me off wit some brains, first. Already told you them shits don’t do me no justice.”

Hearing the anger in his voice, Tender’s heart raced. Her fear and inexperience made her cave into his demands. She did as she was told.

Laid back on the couch, Whitey watched as she went down on him. Slowly, she inspected his uncircumcised dick for any bumps, dirt or irregularities. Finding none, she put it in her mouth, and gently began sucking on it, till it was fully erect. As she did so, Tender let large globs of saliva run out her mouth onto his member. Up and down she went licking and jerking his dick simultaneously, while a pleased Whitey just tilted his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Then suddenly right in the middle of it, Tender stopped. Visibly pissed, on the verge of cuming, he wondered what was wrong.

“Why you stop?” he demanded to know.

With his dick gripped tightly in one hand, Tender pulled her mouth off his manhood, inspecting it again. Then with her free hand, she went inside her mouth and removed a follicle of hair.

“Somethin wuz in my mouth,” she replied, as she spat lightly toward the floor. She tried to remove any other foreign object that may also have been in there.

For a few more minutes, she sucked him off furiously. She always stopped just before he came. She took him to the edge of ecstasy, constantly frustrating him.