Page 5 of Solomon’s Temple

“I get that, but not at the expense of draining yourself. You promised to only do the weekends.”

“Again, you know why.”

She shook her head and handled another customer before turning to me. “What you drinking?”

“Give me three shots of Azul.”

She nodded and went to make some drinks. My eyes scanned the club to see whose lap I was about to bounce on that had money. I smirked, seeing Mike and Mo in the VIP section with no dancers. They were brothers of the owner’s husband and usually came on the weekends with the wealthy. Just knowing they were in the building, and the other dancers hadn’t gotten to them yet, gave me hope that I’d at least walk out with a bag tonight.

Toni returned with my drinks, and I took them all to the head. I kissed her cheek and told her I’d see her after my set, then headed toward the VIP area. I barely made it because so many niggas were grabbing at me, wanting to get a dance. They were like sharks in a fucking fish tank, and I hated when they touched me without permission. After turning down the fifth guy, I finally made it over to the money men.

When Mike looked up, he smiled wide and tapped Mo to get his attention.

“Ah shit. If it ain’t our favorite baddie. What’s up, mamas?” Mo asked.

I smiled. “Fancy to see you gentlemen in here on a Wednesday. What’s the occasion?”

“We come by every other Wednesday just to chill after a hard day’s work. We should be asking yo’ fine ass the same thing. We never see you here on a weekday either,” Mike said.

“You’re right, but bills gotta get paid. Y’all trying to pay one or two of them tonight?” I laughed while they joined me.

“You already know we want to see that ass bounce since you won’t let us take you to the VIP room,” Mo replied, licking his lips. I was used to these two trying to bed me. They knew I didn’t get down like that but would never stop throwing it out there that they wanted me.

“You be knowing. Now show that cash so I can shake this ass.”

They chuckled and went inside their pockets, pulling out wads of cash.

“Top Of Cars” by Lil M.U. queued, and I danced. Song after song, I performed, and they rained bills on me, and not little ones either. When I was done, I gathered my money.

“I swear, you a fucking tease,” Mike jested.

“Right. Get yo’ pretty, stingy ass away from us,” Mo countered.

I laughed. “Y’all know I got love for y’all.” I winked.

Mo smiled. “We got love for you too, mamas. See you this weekend.”

I kissed their cheeks, then walked to the dressing room to prepare for my set on stage. I showered quickly, dressed in an army costume, and put on my blonde wig.

“Hey, Temptress! I saw you over there with the money men. I know you racked up a bag on them niggas!” Tink, one of the dancers that actually fucked with me, said as she walked inside the dressing room.

I smiled lightly. “I did a little something.”

“Little something my ass. I know them niggas throw buckets on a bitch. I’m mad I was holed up in the VIP with that lame, Luther, or I would have been up in that section with you, poppin’ this pussy on them fine-ass niggas!” She did a lil twerk as I slapped her ass, hyping her up. I could see Brandy and Monica, also known as Pat and Diamond, the two live crew twins, looking at us through the mirror with envious looks on their faces. Again, I was America’s Most Hated at both my jobs. What was so sad about it was that I was the most humble, caring, and loving person anyone could meet. I never came off as arrogant or bourgeois and usually got along with everybody. But, no matter where I went or how friendly I was to people, they just didn’t like me.

Too bad for them because I would never be intimidated by anybody. I loved to see people win and made sure I clapped for anybody doing their big one. It was just sad some people didn’t have that same energy.

“What y’all bitches over there looking salty for?” Tink called out. I swear, for her to be five feet even and 120 soaking wet, her little ass had no problem checking a bitch and had the hands to back it up.

“Ain’t nobody looking salty. Stop trying to start shit, Tink,” Pat said, rolling her eyes.

“How I’m starting shit when y’all hoes over there with y’all eyes cocked like a pistol from rolling them bitches. Don’t hate on my girl because you thots was too slow to get that bag.”

“Whatever. Come on, D. I ain’t got time to be arguing with bitches who love giving they pussy away for pennies.”

“Can’t be talking about my pussy. If getting six bands to suck a little dick is pennies, then bitch, you must be just giving your shit out for free. Fuck outta here before my fist and your face be gathered together in holy matrimony.”

Diamond flipped her off while they left the dressing room, and I couldn’t help but laugh at Tink’s crazy ass.