As I got ready to walk out, Creme burst through the door. “Where you goin’?” But before I could answer she said, “You ain’t slick, bitch. I saw Bullet’s big ass standing outside the door.” She leaned close to me and whispered, “You gonna fuck The One?”

“For three grand,” I whispered back.

Creme didn’t say a word. She just held up her hand for a high five and I was on my way.

We took his Hummer limo to his hotel, where he took me up to a plush suite. I swear I felt just like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

He ushered me into the room while he stood in the hallway talkin’ with Bullet and some of the other members of his entourage. I eased into the bedroom and prepared myself for his arrival.

Knowing how guys like to talk and brag about their conquests, I knew I’d have some time. I had never done anything like this before and I never thought that I would find myself in a situation like this. To this point, all of my sexual experiences have been with only three guys. Two of them, Edward and Thomas, were boyfriends, and this guy named Roy. I met him a couple of years ago and we’d been fuckin’ ever since. We don’t have a relationship; I mean we don’t go anywhere or do anything, he just comes by when I call him and he takes care of my needs. The whole idea of doing it for money was completely foreign to me, not to mention, something that I had promised myself that I would never do. But when he said he would pay me three thousand dollars just to have sex with him, I couldn’t refuse.

I was determined to make sure he knew that I’d definitely be worth his cash. I selected a little black lacy number and positioned myself on the bed, but I knew that I wouldn’t be there for long. The moment he walked through the bedroom door I was all over The One.