“That’s right, nigga, fuck this pussy!” Yoshi grunted as she threw it back. The muscles flexed in her toned arms as she gripped the semiclean bed sheets of the motel room. Her back arched and flattened with the motion of his stroke, making slapping sounds as his thighs hit her ass. The young man cursed and rained spittle on her back as he went for broke on the fine light-skinned girl. From all the noise she was making, you’d have thought he was wrecking it, but it was all a show on her part. She learned early in the game how to get into a man’s head and make him blow his wad. Two minutes later, it was a done deal.

“Damn, Yoshi. That shit was the bomb!” he huffed, flopping on his back.

She brushed a strand of her jet black hair from her forehead. “Yeah, daddy. You laid it down.”

“Yo, I was thinking,” he said as he slid a little closer to her, “maybe if you’re not doing anything Saturday, we could get together. My uncle is having a cookout and—”

“Nah, don’t think I can make it,” she cut him off.

“Well, maybe Sunday? We could go to dinner or something.”

Yoshi reached over to the nightstand and removed a Newport from the half-empty pack. She lit the cigarette and casually blew the smoke into the air. “Check this, Rel. You’re cool, but it ain’t that serious. You knew what it was before we laid down, so don’t try to make it more than that.”

Rel was glad the room was dark so she couldn’t see his facial expression. He felt like someone had cocked over and took a shit in his mouth. Rel had met Yoshi at a strip club where she danced the weekend prior. All his boys had kicked shit on her name, but he believed in giving everyone a chance. He had gone back to the club on several occasions, just to see the yellow tender, and try to get close to her. After having a few drinks and a few dollars, he decided that she was cool peoples. His man had told him not to get roped up with the fast chick from Harlem, but Rel allowed his heart to lead him. Sure, she was a stripper, but he dug her as a person. His theory was, if he could show her a different way to live, they might have a chance at building something. Now he realized that he was panning for fool’s gold.

“Damn, it’s like that?” he asked.

She blew rings into the air. “It ain’t like nothing. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

“I don’t fucking believe this shit.” He angrily slid his jeans and T-shirt back on. “Here I am trying to show you love and you’re shitting on me.”