The One, the only name I got from him, released a gut-wrenching grunt and suddenly shoved me off his body. “Watch out, I gotta piss,” he said. I wanted to protest, remind him that I hadn’t gotten my fill, but the thought of the three grand made me think better of it.

When he didn’t come back to bed right away, I thought about checking on him, and then decided against that too. Finally, he stumbled out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of boxers and a massive platinum iced-out chain.

“Yo, look, you was tight and shit, but I’ma have Bullet take you down to the lobby.”

That caught me completely off guard. “Um. .” I said, once again stunned by his directness. But I wasn’t about to say anything. “Um, sure, I can see myself out.”

“Whatever. He’s gonna take care of you. Cool?”

“That’s cool.”

The One went back in the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Whatever. I shrugged my shoulders and got out of the bed. While I got dressed, I wondered if maybe he was a little embarrassed because I’d made him cum so quickly.

Bullet was standing by in the hall. He counted off three thousand dollars and handed it to me. I quickly shoved it in my bag and gave him a half-ass salute letting him know I could handle it.

“Later,” he said, then turned and stumbled down the hall.

As I made my way to the elevator, I felt used. Probably because I had been used. I don’t know what I was expecting to happen in there, but it wasn’t to get humped, dumped, and asked to leave. I stepped onto the elevator smiling inside at the grip I’d made in less than five minutes, and I wondered who really used who. I began to think about how easy that actually was, as opposed to what I was doing dancing at the club. If I busted my ass and hustled all night, I mean really went cutthroat, I could make a grand, maybe more on a good night. But I made three times that amount and barely broke a sweat.