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The Underground Playground
Prologue
The atmosphere dominated the mood of the parking garage; one particular car was sensually placed in the domain of what was to be the grand opening of The Underground Playground, the beginning of a sexual escapade all centered on an expensive man toy.
Envy wanted the local ballers to be their first tryout, which is where China and Tara came in. The two money starving divas were natives of Indianapolis and she was pretty sure they knew who could afford to play in the Underground playground. The key to The U.P. was going to be a text message sent to your phone.
The men all arrived, Jah watched as several street hustlers ventured in, he looked down at his Armani suit and laughed, he was too overdressed for this riff raff. Baggy jeans, White T’s, Timberlines or Gym Shoes and over exaggerated Bling. Some had sense enough to wear button downs and some had a little style about them. He looked on as he watched them pull out knots of money, as they went to the bar to purchase drinks.
“Well, at least, these nigga’s got money.” He thought to himself. He shook his head, but once he took over - depending on the success- he was going to have to upgrade on the Clientele. These were the type to run their mouths about what went on behind closed doors. They were the type to want to brag on the experience. Nothing is wrong with the word of mouth on the low, but these were the ones who would have a round table discussion on this event. It was a good thing that he came up with the idea to switch up on locations and make it invite only. This could go wrong before he could get his money back from Envy. One thing for sure he was going to have to involve his own team, a team of people who would bring in their own touches and their own Elite Clientele to the table.
He had to give it to Envy this idea of hers was not surprisingly ingenious, of course because it’s a way for her to save her ass and get some money also. By the looks of it, this would seem to be a very lucrative business idea.
The moment the water sprayed from the three sprinklers “I love them strippers by 2Chainz” came through the speakers, the strobe lights flashed off and on, illuminating the three girls on top of the car. All three girls were dressed in white cut off wife beaters, white cotton bootie shorts with gold bikinis underneath.
It was not anything these niggas haven’t seen before at a strip club, the only thing that made it unique was the secret location and the car. The whole thing was mediocre but these were some mediocre niggas, with mediocre money.
“It was okay! Jah said nonchalantly, after the show was over.
Envy, put one eyebrow up as she counted money, “Nigga, you are tripping, do you see how much money I am counting over here. The door made 10,000, not adding the up the bar or money those niggas were throwing at the girls. You have to give me some props.” Envy boasted.
Jah snatched the money out her hand, gathered the rest of it off the table and placed it in his briefcase, you got 20 more stacks
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