Tender sucked, spat and licked on his penis, making loud nasty slurping sounds. This drove him wild. She went the extra mile to please her people. She gave service with a smile.

Running her tongue underneath his penis, Tender licked till she reached his balls. Then she inserted them into her mouth and began to hum on them. This drove him bananas. She gripped his penis tightly as if she were choking the dear life out of it, as she jerked him off. In a matter of seconds he delivered a condom full of cum.

“OOOOoohhhh!”

Tender smiled, knowing that he’d be back to give her more money real soon. Climbing to her feet, she removed the slimy condom from his penis, while he lay on the couch trying to savor the moment.

“Aiight, Daddy, we gotta go. Other people gotta use this room,” she explained, while sending him on his way. “Don’t be no stranger. Come thru and holla more often …”

“No doubt! You know I gotta thing fa you. You maka nigga wanna leave home. Fa real.” He actually always ended up feeling like a cold-blooded sucker for paying for head. Especially with someone who would only be his for the moment. The minute he came or ran out of money, she was gone. She moved on to the next man. It was nothing personal, strictly business. He had to have it, but hated having it.

Tender blazed a trail to the VIP room and the club. She served customer after customer, making money on top of money. These tricks were just a faceless and nameless bunch to her. A way out of the bad situation.

Tender was at the bar nursing a ginger ale, while Kat downed one apple martini after another and Goldie drank shots of Hennessy.

“I’m tellin’ y’all, dat nigga wuz tight!” Tender said, referring to Jules. “He came all out his face, sayin’ if we fuck wit any of his hos again, he was gonna see us. Handle his bizness and shit …”

Kat chuckled, “Fuck ’im! He ain’t no threat. Don’t let ’im scare you. Muthafuckin’ po’ pimp dat’s been listenin’ to too many Too Short albums … I wish he would even look like he wanna move out against us. I know some wild gung ho niggas from North Philly that’ll tear his ass out da frame. All it takes is one phone call. And it’ll be about his ASS! He talk dat gangsta seventies pimp shit, but fa real, fa real he don’t want it …”

That’s comforting to know, thought Tender. At least they had some backup if Jules tried to make good on his threats. Or if anything else should go wrong in the club, Kat had thugs on the team.