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friend anyway. I was more interested in getting the night over for my date with Troy.
    Marcus was financially set. He drove a Range Rover and lived in a prominent neighborhood on Long Island. We stopped by his house so he could change clothes. While Marcus got himself together, I logged onto his computer to check e-mail and things at my office.
    “You mind if I hop in the shower real quick while you’re checking your mail?” Marcus asked me.
    “No, it’s alright.”
    “I’ll be back,” Dallas said a few minutes later.
    When she stepped her ass in the shower and fucked Marcus, I continued with my work like business as usual. The screams grew louder, and moans and groans escaped from the bathroom. Dallas was broadcasting to the world she was being fucked. Unfortunately, I was the only one in the listening party, and it made me focus more on what I should have been doing my damn self—fucking Troy.
    After the charade was over, Dallas joined me in Marcus’s home office. She’d been hollering as if she wasn’t handling the dick. I just continued with what I was doing until Mr. Baller, Shot Caller brought his ass out geared up and ready to roll.
    It was a nice crowd when we arrived at the club. A couple comedians were performing before the floor was opened for spoken word artists to do their thing.
    I’d been writing poetry for years, started back in college when I discovered I needed an outlet for the days of my life, but that night I just wanted to listen to the natives.
    “Go up there, girl. Do the damn thing,” Dallas demanded after open mic started.
    “I’m good. I’m not feeling like it tonight,” I replied.
    Although I loved poetry and spoken word, I wasn’t ready to get up and freestyle. Dallas wasn’t taking no for an answer. She’d already placed my name in the queue without my knowledge.
    “Is there a Dr. Howard in the house?” the deejay announced.
    Uncontrollable laughter came over us when I realized what Dallas had done. Once the spotlight hit me, there was no backing out.
    “I’ll get you later, Dallas,” I said, approaching the stage.
    I hadn’t prepared anything specific, and my mind was racing with thoughts of what to say to hold down the crowd. I glanced around the room, not expecting to see any familiar faces. When I noticed Troy in the back near the bar sitting with someone who resembled him—perhaps his brother—my words just flowed as our eyes met.
    My name is Raquel, and I’m sensitive about my shit.
    As I search myself trying to find myself, the only thing revealed is you. And in that moment, anticipation surrounds me, your love found me. Right in that place between my thighs, where orgasmic spills send chills through my spine. The lubricant from my pussy drips and remains behind as something wicked this way cums.
    A bed of emotions fills the air as you stand there. Dick hung. Tongue tied. Anticipating the ride I’m gon’ take you on.
    Yeah, I’m ’ bout it as my brown erotic captures you. Anticipate the many ways I plan to love you. Plan to uncover you. Plan to slip, dip, tilt, and spit on your dick.
    Don’t trip as you sit in a daze, amazed at this shit. Anticipating the moment when you arrive. Your dick, my clit, the perfect fit as I wait, anticipating.
    The crowd was in an uproar. I sat and glanced in the direction of the bar. Troy was gone.
    “Where’s Dallas?” I asked Marcus when I returned to our table.
    “She went to the restroom just as you finished. Yo, girl, that shit was tight.”
    “Thank you,” I said, motioning for the waitress so I could order a drink as a voice whispered behind me.
    “You were sexy as hell tonight, and I anticipate being with you tomorrow, girlfriend.”
    Dallas returned to the table just as Troy departed. He approached me incognito, dropped something in my ear, and was out just like that. Marcus wore a twisted smile on his face, the kind that almost made me think he was jealous. He didn’t know Troy, so our cover wasn’t