“So am I,” I mumbled, taking her response and attitude to mean she wasn’t one of the chosen ones. I had heard the talk around the club. The party was being held for The One. He was the hottest rappers in the city and word was, when he and his entourage came to the club, it was at least an easy grand for even the average dancer. That told me my goal should be three times that amount. Now, all I had to do was find a way to get invited to the party, but Bruce Bruce was nowhere to be found.
As I was heading out the back door, a powerful hand clutched my shoulder.
“Miss Kitty, I was lookin’ for you. I want you at One’s party tomorrow night. Think you can handle it? It’s a lot of money to be made,” Bruce Bruce warned.
“I’ll be here purrin’,” I promised.
4
The next night sheer electricity lingered in the air at the club. This so-called private party wasn’t private at all. There were fifteen other dancers besides myself and at least thirty members of The One’s entourage, and a bunch of the clubs regulars that were friendly with Bruce Bruce.
When I hit the floor, Bruce Bruce was sitting at a table in the corner with two guys, but it was the one in the black that caught my eye. I was just about to make my way over there when I was surrounded by three men. “Miss Kitty!” one of them screamed and they all started dropping money at my feet. Without taking my eyes off the man in black, I took off my outfit and went to work.
“Watch this,” another one said. “You ain’t never seen nothin’ like this before, dog.”
I was so into it that a circle formed around me and before long, they were chanting my name. “Miss Kitty! Miss Kitty! Miss Kitty!” There were so many of them that they blocked my view of the guy. When the song ended, I picked up my money and went back to the dressing room.