“Jason Miller, across the room, and to my right, the two ballers seated in VIP,” Kip said, discreetly pointing out the two Hawks players surrounded by women.
Eshon glanced their way. “They’re cute.”
Kip snapped, “Fuck that cute shit!”
“Aah, you jealous, baby?”
“I want you to stay on point. The competition is fierce right now in their area,” he said, signifying the sexy, blonde-haired white girls the players were taking interest in.
“You let me worry about the competition; we got this, boo.”
“Then go do you,” he said seriously.
“Give me another kiss first.”
Kip looked reluctant, but he kissed her anyway. She and her girls were needed tonight, so he did whatever it took to keep her happy.
Eshon gave her girls the signal. It was time to put in work tonight and flaunt their sex appeal and their bodies. Yes, Kip was pimping them out, but it was worth it. The bigger the score, the larger their percentage.
They migrated toward the NBA players that were surrounded by beauties. The girls pushed their way through the crowd and made it closer to VIP. Two bouncers stood guard near the players, and there was a bevy of girls that wanted a piece of the pie.
Eshon knew it was going to take more than beauty and a tight, short dress to get close to the players. She locked eyes with the bouncer that separated her and her crew from payday. He stood in the club dressed in black and looking like a skyscraper.
Eshon boldly strutted his way and demanded his attention. He leaned into her while Jessica and Brandy watched and waited. Whatever Eshon was saying to him, it seemed to be working. His stretched frown leisurely transitioned into a smile, and she slyly slipped him three hundred dollars. He took the money and moved to the side, allowing the girls to pass through.
Immediately, the girls had hate on them like President Obama at a Republican Convention. Once in the area, Jessica immediately caught the attention of one of the players. With her Spanish roots, long black hair, light eyes, and cleavage showing like a sneak peek, she was the showstopper. She worked her way toward him, and the hate around her was glowing brighter. She succeeded in capturing his attention. He was riveted by her just that quickly. She introduced herself and took a seat on his lap.
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nbsp; One down, two to go.
Eshon made her way toward Hawks power forward, Kennan Thompson. His jewelry was blinding, and his physique was impressive. He had twin blonde snowflakes against him, one on his lap and the other to his right, and everybody was all touchy-feely. It looked like a sure thing for him tonight. Eshon knew she had her hands full with the twin white girls that each had a body like Pamela Anderson in her prime. Kennan looked like he wasn’t ready to let them go anytime soon.
Eshon had to rethink her strategy. Jessica already had the small forward, Mike Blackmon, eating out of her hands. Now there was Jason Miller to worry about. She and Brandy headed Jason’s way. He was accompanied by a voluptuous white girl with brunette hair. Her dress was so short, her pussy was showing.
Eshon frowned at the white bitch on Jason’s lap. These white girls were winning tonight, and the sisters in the club were looking left out. Now it wasn’t just about business, it was about her pride. She approached Jason Miller and exclaimed to the white girl, “Why you sitting on my man’s lap?”
Both of them looked up at Eshon with bewilderment.
“What?” the white girl sputtered. She turned and looked at Jason. “You know this bitch?”
“Nah, I don’t know that bitch,” Jason replied.
The brunette turned to face Eshon with a smug look and sharply said, “Step off, bitch!”
“You need to get you some color in your life, Jason, and stop fuckin’ wit’ these white whores.”
“Bitch, you don’t fuckin’ know me,” the white girl exclaimed.
Jason glared at her and returned, “Yo, I don’t know you, and I don’t do black bitches—y’all fuckin’ drama—like you, bitch. So get the fuck away from me!”
Eshon scowled. She wasn’t about to let him disrespect her, especially in front of his white tramp. She screamed, “Nigga, you better watch who you’re talking to like that! Nigga, you don’t fuckin’ know me!”
Eshon’s plan was unraveling. Now it was personal. He was an asshole.
Brandy stood beside her friend and was ready for war.
Jason pushed the brunette off his lap and stood up abruptly. His face was stretched out into a heated scowl.