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  “That’s what’s up, you know whatever we can do. We got her.”

  “Yeah, I know we do, but you know she was on that goody-too-shoes, I don’t want to take no dirty money-type shit.”

  “Yeah, but shit if she need help. And if she not going back to the bank and her peoples cut her off. Fuck she gone do?” Spoe asked then gave his two cents. “Trust me that shit going to change real quick.”

  “I don’t know,” Bunny said, then changed the subject. “So what’s up with you?”

  “Everything good, I’m just making sure you and the fam okay that’s it.”

  “Well, I’m about to swing by Me-Ma’s and give this money to Tallhya and tell her to give it to Simone. She may take help from Tallhya rather than me.”

  “Good idea baby.”

  “Well, when you get done, let’s go to that restaurant I told you about, and catch a movie or something.”

  “You know I’m always up for quality time with the love of my life,” she said to him.” She could feel his blushing through the phone.

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Babe, that’s right.” She snapped her finger, just remembering what she needed to run by Spoe. “I keep forgetting to ask you, do you think we could hook Gina up with Tariq?”

  Spoe sucked his teeth, “Baby, that’s a negative. He’s out there right now, doing him,” he hesitated. Spoe wanted to make sure that he chose his words wisely, “And you know I don’t really think that’s wise for us to turn Gina onto him no way. Shit, that’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

  “Damn baby, you act like my girl, chopped liver or something.”

  “Come on now baby, I’m not saying that but, you already know. He’s not ready. He’s on a different time than I am. Maybe a couple years from now, he might be ready. But right now, he just having fun enjoying the single life.”

  “Maybe he needs to settle down,” she snapped back, almost taking his analysis of Tariq personal. “Because that life he’s living ain’t really cool babes.”

  “By who standards tho’?” he asked, not being intimidated by her views, and then added, “Different strokes for different folks.”

  “You need to talk to your boy, before one of them chicks catch him slipping and next thing you know, he’s in love with a stripper,” she started harmonizing that song by T-Pain.

  Spoe chuckled, at Bunny. She was right, but it was still none of their business.

  Tariq was his business partner and a hell of one, too. They went back a longs way, he had principles, heart, and was trained to go at any time. But most importantly just like Spoe, he was about that money.

  “You crazy babe, but I’m going to run Gina pass him when I talked to him and see what he says,” he said, just to shut Bunny up. He knew she’d keep going on and on like the Energizer Bunny.

  “Can you call him now, please? Because I been told Gina I was going to see what’s up.”

  “I’m waiting on him to call me back, I’ve been calling him all morning and he ain’t hit me back yet.”

  “Sure you don’t . . . the way y’all keep tabs on each other, I can’t believe you don’t know his exact location.”

  Spoe knew Tariq was probably up to his normal, but at the end of the day, that was his life and he was a grown man, free to do whatever it is he wanted. But still, Spoe needed him to call him back.

  “It’s almost noon, and I don’t know where the hell that nigga at.”

  Tariq walked out of the bathroom in the nude, over to where his clothes lay. He had stayed far past his normal time, he thought as he picked up his Polo boxers shorts and slipped into them.

  Damn, time flies, he thought to himself.

  Tariq glanced over to the king-sized bed, where the gorgeous Tiffany Rolay laid on top of his white high thread count sheets. The sleeping beauty looked too peaceful to be awakened. Tariq took his time and lotion down his body, and then slipped into his clothes from the night before. As he bent over to tie his Air Jordan sneakers, the sun shined through the windows, which provided him the light he needed to tie his shoes.

  Tariq walked over to the bed and sat down and ran his finger over Tiffany’s soft succulent lips. Her eyes popped open immediately as if she had just dosed off and didn’t know where she was. A smile appeared on her lips when she seen Tariq’s face, “Good morning handsome! How long you have been up? And why you didn’t wake me?” she asked.

  “You were in here, knocked the fuck out.” He rubbed his hands over her exposed nipple.

  “A bitch was tired! Dealing wit ya ass, on your wanna fuck all night, shit. You beat this pussy up, boo-boo! I’m soooo sore down there,” she said in a girlish giggle.

  “You know how I get down, you knew what it was hitting for when you got up here last night.” He smiled and stoked his own ego, “Major dick-slinging shorty. Now get dat ass up and let’s figure out some breakfast.”

  “Waffle House?” she questioned.

  He nodded with a smile. “That’s cool.”

  “A’ight then give me a few minutes. I need to get in the shower and get myself together first.”

  “Well hurry up then, I ain’t got all day, my stomach growlin’ like a motherfucker.”

  “Damn! Okaaaa. Work with me, baby! Perfecting this beauty don’t come in seconds, but I’m going to make it quick tho, just for you,” she replied then flicked the sheet off her body and rolled out the bed.

  Tiffany stood up and looked back at him, making eye contact with him placing a seductive smile on her face. She walked away swinging her hips, making her backside move like water.

  He smiled at her.

  Tiffany was a getting money kind of chick. Though Tariq met her when she first started working at, Treats Gentleman’s Club, in his mind she wasn’t the average kind of stripper that he was use to. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was just something different about Tiffany. Normally he didn’t even try to rationalize why the dancers he usually hooked danced in the first place. But Tiffany . . . he couldn’t figure out why a woman of her caliber would even let men play in her pussy for a few dollars.

  Not only was she drop dead gorgeous; she was cultured. The beauty spoke fluent Spanish, French, and some Arabic. Taking away the fact that, she took her clothes off for a living, Tiffany was a definitely a classy chick, owning the best of everything.

  Outside of the club, she wore only the best and latest of gear. Her purses were fierce, high fashion in the first degree, Hermes, Chanel, Louis, just name a few. But her shoe game could give even Emalda Marcos a run for her money.

  Tiffany drove a Mercedes SL-65, limited edition and had a plush condo. Tariq had only stopped by one time just to see how she was living, but it was against his principals to stay or visit any chick. He would never get caught slipping at the hands of a female. It would be irony at its best.

  Anytime that Tiffany had Tariq’s attention for more than a few days, her swag and sex appeal had to be on point. And everything about her was, everything that he liked . . . almost too good to be true.

  Tiffany stopped at the bathroom door and bent over and touched the floor, then looked through both of her legs at him and started dancing as if she was in club, giving him a show. That lasted for a couple of minutes and then she continued into the bathroom.

  Tariq laid back and placed his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

  Damn! Tiff bad as a muthafucker. She got that good ole snappa, too. I would hit that shit again, but naw I got shit to do in an hour. Matter of fact, fuck that breakfast, I’ma grab something on my way. Damn, this bitch stay soakin’ the fuckin’ sheets with that wet-ass pussy she got squirting everywhere. He thought to himself as he looked down at the wet spot in the middle of the bed.

  Twenty-five minutes later, Tiffany walked back into the bedroom wrapped in a huge white towel and smiled at Tariq. “You want some more of this good, good?” she cooed.

  “We gotta get outta here, Tiff, later on we could go at it. I got some shit to take care of.�
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  “So, we going to spend some time again later on?” she coyly asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow. Tiffany was excited because she liked spending time with him.

  He let out a smirk, “You sound surprised?” he teased knowing why, but wanted to hear her take on what was going on.

  “Well, you know the word around the club is . . .” she said, wondering if she should tell him or not.

  “I’m listening . . .” he shot back interested in hearing what the scoop was on the stripper-mill.

  “You know me and you done got real cool, like real, real cool over the past couple of weeks.”

  “And we have,” he had to agree.

  “Well, the word is you kind of like variety. You are like a different woman literally every day kind of dude.”

  “Is that right?”

  Tiffany gave him a playful hit, “You already know. The girls in the club like you because you got a big dick and you will give them a couple a dollars, but they know you not fucking the same chick two days in a row.”

  “That sounds about right.”

  “So the fact that we’ve been fucking, and chilling. Seems like I broke the record.”

  “You have,” he couldn’t deny it.

  “I must be special,” she got ahead of herself trying her hand.

  “You are cool, mad cool. But I know your life, and your work, so I already know what it is.”

  “Meaning?” she asked.

  “Meaning you got niggas and you do your thing, which I don’t knock. After all I know where I met you at.”

  “I don’t have to have them, like that. In fact, I like you. I really do.” She looked in his face and said, “I really like you and I want us to be cooler than cool.”

  “Really?” he questioned.

  “Seriously,” Tiffany looked in his eyes.

  “Time will tell, you just gotta prove it.”

  “And I will.”

  “Okay,” he dryly, said.

  “Look, I know you think oh, I’m a dollar ho. About my money and all that.”

  “I do and I don’t knock you for that.”

  “But, it’s definitely more to me than meets the eye.”

  “I don’t doubt that either.”

  She tried to pour her heart out to him. “It’s more to me than just being on a pole and I hope you take the time to get to know me.”

  “Maybe I will. But for now, we are going to take it one day at a time. Everyday seems like I learn something new about you, but no expectations okay.”

  “Okay, baby. I won’t apply any pressure. But just know that I like you a lot and really feel like we could do anything.”

  “I feel ya,” he said rubbing on her, then changing the subject. “Well, I gotta take a rain check on that breakfast,” he said as her phone rang. “And seems like you need to get caught up on returning your calls, because they trying to catch up with you. . . .“Duty calls.”

  Tiffany let out a laugh, “Rain check given! Just know I do collect on those.” She smiled as she checked her phone.

  “Oh, that’s how it is, huh?” Tariq smirked.

  “That’s right boo. But in other news, I got some news that you could use. . . .”

  “Go ahead, shoot.”

  “Well, I know how you and ya man Spoe get down.”

  “What you talking about?” he asked as if he was surprised.

  “Come on now, the whole Richmond knows. . . .”

  Prying into his business, immediately messed up his vibe, “You say that to say what?”

  “Well, I know this nigga that’s papered up like a muthafucker. Real flashy dude, not in the dope game, but got this other crazy scam going on. I been to his mini mansion before and it’s nice as shit.... I mean really nice, no corners cut.”

  “Get to the point, Tiff!” Tariq sat up and looked into her eyes.

  “Well, one day I was with him and he was talkin’ all this big money shit. I’m like whatever nigga,” she said to Tariq, ’cause you know, working in the club, niggas always trying to impress you. So, you know I heard it all before though.”

  “Ummm-ha.”

  “So, I’m like bye boy! And was like I’m not fronting. Then he got up and walked out the room and came back seconds later with two big duffle bags. He dumped them out onto his bed.”

  Tariq didn’t blink or utter a word. He just listened and she had his attention.

  “Reek, my eyes got big as shit. I ain’t never seen that much money in my life. Ole boy, looked at me and laughed, then he had the nerve to say. I bet you ain’t never seen two million in cash before did you?”

  “Had you?”

  “I’d seen a lot of money. But I was lost for words because I wasn’t expecting him to have two million. I thought he was all flash.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yes,” she said making complete eye contact with him.

  “He put the money back into the bags and took them back out the room, then came back like a minute later. I’m telling’ you Reek, it’s a sweet lick,” she said with excitement.

  “So he showed you two million in cash, huh? How you know it was two million?”

  “Reek, listen to me Boo, it was definitely a couple of million, trust me . . .”

  “Damn, a couple of mill, huh?”

  “Yeah, it’ll be like taking a bottle from a baby. I got everything mapped out, too.”

  “Who is this nigga?”

  “His name is Marky, I think he’s originally from New York somewhere though.”

  “So, this shit that sweet, huh,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

  “Hell yeah it’s definitely sweet! I wouldn’t bullshit Tariq. He got it like that! He probably has more than that where that comes from. I’ma be with him tonight, we suppose to be going to dinner then go somewhere else . . .”

  “So, you got his address and everything?”

  “Yes! He lives by himself, too. I’m telling you it’ll be the sweetest lick you ever had!”

  “How you know the bread still there, if it was in duffle bags. It’s probably was being bagged up to go somewhere.”

  “No, he always got a bag of money laying around. Plus he had it in the car and was bringing it into the house. And I’m meeting up with him at the house tonight before we go out. I will lurk and see if the bag is still there.”

  “You say he going be wit you tonight, huh?”

  “Yeah! Y’all could go take the money and meet me later with my cut . . . You know I’m about my money, too,” she said jokingly, but was dead serious.

  “So how much is ya cut suppose to be?”

  “Two hundred and fifty thousand, that’s all I want.”

  He smiled.

  She quickly said, “You could always give me more if you want.”

  “A’ight, let me holla at my man. I’ma get back wit’ you and let you know if we wit’ it. Make sure you answer yo’ phone when I call. This shit better be just how you said it was, don’t waste my fucking time . . .”

  “Cut it out Reek, its all good boo!” she said then straddled his lap. She kissed his neck deeply and moved her center in a circular motion. He pulled back and looked up in her eyes.

  “Where is the money?”

  She hesitated, “Now that I don’t know for sure. I’m going to try to roam and see if it’s in eyesight. If not, y’all are going to have to find it. I do know that it have to be upstairs somewhere judging by how fast he went and got it, then when he took it back.”

  “A’ight get dressed, I gotta go.”

  Tiffany climbed off his lap and picked her dress and six inch Chanel heels up off the floor. She slipped into her bodycon painted on dress then buckled the heels around her ankles. Tiffany picked up her Chanel bag, and headed for the door, tossing her red lace panties to him.

  Tariq caught them and then placed them in her purse. He trailed a little behind her and watched her bottom bounce underneath the dress. Shaking his head, she had one of the sexiest walks he had ever seen. He got u
p and walked out the room behind her gripping two handfuls of her butt in the process.

  Outside the sun greeted them with a warm kiss on her cheek. The smell of the fresh cut grass and clean air was pleasing to their nostrils. Tariq opened and closed the door to Tiffany’s red coupe.

  Tariq walked over to his four door Massareti and got inside. He pushed the button and started the engine, and watched as Tiffany drove away.

  Biggie Smalls, “Ready to Die,” blared through the speakers. Tariq bobbed his head and rapped along with the legend then drove away. The night with Tiffany was definitely memorable but it was now time for him to get back to his money. He turned the music down, leaned over and checked his phone. There were a few missed calls from Spoe. He and Spoe were supposed to be meeting, which was on point because he had an earful for him anyway.

  “What it do my nigga?” Spoe answered. No hello. No hi. Just simply to the point.

  “Mannnnn. . . . Got some shit for you.”

  “Where you at?” Spoe asked.

  “We still meeting?”

  “For sure. Just meet me at ya place now bro, I got some heavy, heavy news to drop on you my man!”

  “Okay, that’s cool. Be there in fifteen.”

  “I’m like a good forty-five minutes away, we need to really vibe on some real get money shit.”

  “Say no more . . .”

  Tariq turned the music up and rolled down his windows down, allowing the morning air to rush in. Tariq smiled like a snagged tooth child inside as he thought about the information that Tiff had given him.

  Damn, a million dollars.... Two major licks in one month? Damn, life good. Shit, I hope that shits there. I’m glad I started stickin’ dick to Tiff. Who’d knew it would turn into a million dollar lick in the morning, damn, he thought.

  The thought alone of the two million dollar lick- had him on cloud nine as he pushed the medal to the pedal of his German Engineering to get to his destination to map out the plan. For the next forty minutes, all he could think of was his million-dollar cut and how Tiffany may have turned out to be an asset after all. She brought his two favorite things to his table; pussy and money. There was no doubt she was slowly becoming the woman of his dreams.