I'd been invited to one of Raymond's classic all-weekend parties; damn he really knew how to throw them. But I was having no luck with any of the good looking people, they were all buzzing around Ray--just like a honeypot.
Fuck-it, I was really getting pissed off so I retreated to the kitchen. I was having a quiet drink when the man himself came through the door to get some more ice. "What's up bro' your looking down."
"Pfft, you're stealing all my Kama Ray."
He flexed his arms. "Can't deny I'm at the top of my game bro'."
I chuckled looking at his vest. "So what's your hourly rate?" I asked.
He laughed out loud, "You couldn't afford me."
"Try me," I retorted.
"Fifty," he blurted out between laughs.
"What about the whole weekend--mates rates," I asked raising an eyebrow.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Just tell me."
He sighed, obviously getting bored with the game. "Three hundred."
He returned to the freezer, searching for a bag of ice. By this time I was already getting the cash out of my wallet. I grinned at Ray's impressive back and threw the bills on the counter.
"What the fuck are you doing," Ray said picking up the money.
It was all I needed, for him to take the cash. I stepped forward pushing into his back. I could feel him struggling--but it was too late. I looked down at the bills I'm my hand and smiled. "Three hundred for all weekend. What a steal," I laughed in Ray's voice stuffing the cash into my pocket.
I grabbed two bags of ice and returned to the party. "I got the ice, lets party!"
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