Free Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest by Corie Allen Page A

well. I let niggas run the train before so this really wasn't nothing.
“Damn girl, I’m just gone rub lotion on you.” She
said.
I grabbed her hand instinctively.
“That’s crazy, what you gay?”
“Naw, I just like putting lotion on.”
I laid down and rolled over on my stomach. I loosened up as Akira’s soft hands massaged the lotion onto my skin. I rolled over on my back and she rubbed
lotion on my stomach. My nipples began to harden
and my pussy started getting wet. I had never been
touched like that by a female. I wasn’t gay or nothing,
but that shit felt good. I couldn’t help myself, I started
moaning. I called out to Akira.
“Akira.”
She stopped and looked at me.
“Akira, don’t stop.” I said as I placed my hand on my
breast. Her hand was frozen. I was scared to ask her,
but I had to.
“Akira can you rub lotion on my chest?”
Akira’s hands went in motion again. I looked in her
eyes as she rubbed my breasts down with lotion. I
slipped my hand behind her neck and pulled her
closer to me.
Our lips touched. There was an awkward moment,
then we both opened our mouths up to each other.
Our tongues intertwined. Out fingers found their’
ways to each others wet spots. We fingered each other
into ecstasy.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing and what I was
feeling. It felt so good. I never thought about being
with a female, but it was good. That shit couldn’t replace dick though.
The next morning I woke up refreshed. Akira was
next to me smoking a dutch.
“What up?” I asked her.
“Chilling.” Akira replied as she passed the dutch. I
puffed and we sat there talking for a few minutes. We
didn’t talk about the night before. That was good. I
didn’t have to feel awkward.
Over breakfast we talked about our lives. She told me
about her and Rich. I told her I ran away from home
in Jersey and become the Marcy smut of the week,
just as she had done. I told her I ran away from my
pimp and ended up at Marcy. Along the way I’d met
quite a few ballers as well as some broke ass niggas.
“So whats up wit’ some of those ballers, cause I need
some bread… I got bills!”
I looked at Akira and smiled.
“I don’t know, but I did meet this dude down Wilson
Avenue that own Club Wet. He told me I could have
a job there if I want. You know how to get there?”
“Naw bitch, I take cabs, we can go tonight.”
“It’s a strip club though, but fuck it, we need that
bread.”
Aight, spark up another dutch then.”
We sparked up and smoked.

Akira
    Club Wet was poppin’. It was a Friday night in February. There was a line of niggas at the door waiting
to get in. Me and Jocelyn walked up to the door and
the door man looked at us.
“Can I help you.” The door man said, as he looked us
up and down.
Jocelyn cut him off as soon as he opened his mouth.
“Is Kevin here.” Jocelyn asked.
“Yeah hold on… do you have an appointment?” He
asked.
“He told me I could have a job.” Jocelyn replied.
The doorman called Kevin on his cell phone. They
spoke briefly and he let us in. He instructed us to go
to the back and up the stairs. The door was open.
As we walked into the club, I saw the first stage. A
dancer was hanging upside down on the pole. There
was three smaller stages with dancers collecting tips
from salivating admirers. The bartender was even collecting tips. I could just smell the money in the air.
Jocelyn walked into the room first. There was a guy
sitting behind a desk. He a was dark skin fat guy. He
took his attention from the security video monitors
and fixed his eyes on Jocelyn.
“So you came back ma.” He said to Jocelyn.
She smiled.
“I need that job, I brought my home girl wit me too.”
Kevin looked at me and smiled.
“You two are babies. I got you being no older than
17… you know I got a lot to lose, like my liquor license. I can’t put you on any of my stages. Why you
wanna dance anyway?”
I was listening but I wasn't trying to hear that shit.
“Look, we both fucked up,