Free The People vs. Cashmere by Karen Williams

like I was from Brazil. While my sister managed to captivate niggas with her pretty titties, it was my face that got their attention and my big ass that managed to keep it. We went to one man after the other, rubbing our titties in their face. I just pretended I was rubbing all over Omarion’s fine ass and not men old enough to be my father.
    They told me I was so fine, so innocent, young-looking, and how much they wanted to eat my pussy and fuck me, or whichever one I was willing to give their nasty ass, I just continued humping them and shit, getting twenty-five bucks for each one. Some gave me more. One nigga gave me twenty-five for the lap dance, a hundred as tip, and offered five hundred to fuck me. When I told him I was a virgin, his eyes widened, and he offered me a thousand. I got away from his ass real quick and moved on to another nigga.
    I had done a total of four, and Desiree had done two. Her ass moved slow as hell.
    I had just emerged from the lap dance when Desiree motioned for me to come over to where she was. I adjusted my tube top, smoothed down my booty shorts, and closed the distance between us.
    She was standing near two men. One was in his early twenties, and the other looked like he was too young to be in there. And despite where my focus should have been, I noticed he was cute as hell. He was tall, with a caramel complexion, had full lips, a medium-straight nose, and some sexy-ass bedroom eyes. And he had some muscles too. Um-um-um .
    â€œHello? Cash!” Desiree looked at me, an annoyed look on her face.
    â€œYeah, what’s up?”
    â€œWe got a birthday boy here. Caesar is celebrating his eighteenth birthday, and this is his friend Martin. She leaned over and slid an arm around Martin’s waist, her way of letting me know she had dibs on him, probably assuming that since he was older, he would be a bigger tipper. But the whole time the brother was watching me.
    And so was Caesar. I avoided gazing back. He was so fine. Then I almost hit myself, ’cause my hot ass was putting my focus in the wrong things.
    â€œWell, hello, Caesar. My name is Cashmere, and I am going to give you a very special lap dance.”
    He scanned my body and licked his lips like he was nervous.
    I led him by one of his hands to the room where lap dances were given. (They called it “the satin room.”) I noticed as I walked that his hands shook the whole way.
    Once we got there and I stepped inside, he stood in the doorway frozen. I turned around confused then laughed at him. I jerked my head toward him. When he still didn’t step into the room, I laughed softly and said, “Come in, baby.”
    He still wouldn’t budge.
    I strolled over to him and pulled him by his hands all the way into the room. I shoved him gently on the couch, pushed the play button on the CD player, and E40’s voice blared into the room.
    In a seductive way I slid between his legs and pushed my body down, so my ass could rub up against his dick. When I did this, his dick sprang forward.
    When I glanced back at him he looked embarrassed and tried to push me off of him. “Maybe.” He tried to stand.
    I shoved his ass back down. “No maybe, my ass. You came your ass in this room and you gonna get this lap dance. You took away from somebody else, so sit your ass there and enjoy it,” I ordered. “I need the dough, bottom line.”
    He raised his hands in peace, and I continued what I was doing. I was on him backward and continued my grind as his dick continued to slap against me. “You like that puddin’ pop?” Daddy used to call me that when I was little. So don’t get mad, Daddy. I’m doing this for you.
    He smiled finally and relaxed. “Yeah.”
    I chuckled. I turned and faced him, and trailed my fingertips down his head, I slid one finger in his mouth, while grinding on top of his dick and told him, “Suck.”
    He opened his mouth and sucked it like it