Tonight was the usual.

Torches was packed to the hill with did he wantabees,

toking on their cigars and blowing rings like they were bury fucking white,

leaning back on their chairs and licking their lips every time I walked by.

Like I'd be giving him a piece of my sweet

black ass if only I wasn't working. Nigger please. I couldn't really blame him though.

My boss Rodney made all these cocktail waitresses wear these gold leather skin tight hot pants.

So clean you could make out our goddamn pussy lips.

Our ass cheeks were hanging out like it was Christmas and all of us ladies were hired because

of our great backside.

You know what I remember when Rodney hired me.

He said, turn it around, Rolanda.

And I did.

And when he'd eye my big black ass to his satisfaction he would say now bend over and I would have to go and do that too

motherfucker should be paying me double

it was always freezing at torches too so now we're running around with our ass cheeks jiggling

and the headlights on full blast if you know what I'm saying. Nipples were harder than

fucking ice in that place. All the girls trying to rub them down, warm them up and then get them soft but then they grow stiff as marbles all over again

Okay point is no wonder all those cigar smoke and big daddyies were flashing eye whites at us.

Shit, if I looked at myself in a mirror, baby, I'd want to fuck me too.

Rodney had a strict policy on not fooling around with the customers though. It wouldn't do for business he said keeping

him coming back you know but tonight when j j. j. Aims came to the place my god in heaven

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