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the ass, but singing was my life. Hell, Mama was right. Opportunities like this didn't come banging on your door every day. I'd be stupid to let one this big pass me by.
    Later that night I did what I usually did whenever I got too stressed. I got in the shower and turned the water on and stood under the spray until the ceiling was wet with steam. Then I turned the water pressure down and rubbed a bar of sweet soap all over my body, enjoying the lush bubbles and paying special attention to my swollen breasts and growing nipples.
    I worked the soap between my hands until I was holding creamy suds. I cupped my titties and squeezed them gently, lovingthe thickness of them and how full and firm they felt in my hands. I held on to them, sliding my fingers forward a little at a time, teasing myself into a heat as my nipples stiffened and ached.
    Finally I spread the thick suds over my nipples and massaged them in small circles, moaning out loud as my pussy started to drip. My hands had a mind of their own as they cupped and squeezed, then returned to my nipples and flicked and teased. I took the soap and slid it down my muscled belly, then worked up more lather on my mound, soaping my soft red pussy hair until it was foamy and white.
    I dipped my middle finger into the suds and pressed it down hard on my clit, then climaxed as I inserted it deeply into my hot pussy. My walls clenched and collapsed around my finger as my body convulsed like crazy. Near the end of my orgasm I pushed three fingers up inside of me to feel some thickness, then squeezed my muscles tight until the very last spark of pleasure faded and my breasts stopped heaving. By the time I climbed out the shower my body and mind were both at peace. My decision had been made and I was cool with it.
    The next morning I got to Mama's house bright and early, two hours before she had to leave for work. “Okay, Mama.” I sighed after running the scenario down to her for almost an hour. I didn't know why I was so worried. Mama had been doing a hellified job at work, and for the first time in her life Caramel knew what it meant to have a damn near normal life. Mama had just got promoted to assistant manager, and she was seeing a guy named Greasy who worked at the station across the street from her job pumping gas and fixing cars. “Let's go over everything one more time.”
    I ran the rules down to Mama for the fifth time and tried to make her see just how important it was for her to present the right image when making a run. “You're too pretty, Mama,” I said. “You gotta tone yourself down. Otherwise, people will remember you. Don't give those screeners no reason to even look your way. Be so plain they can forget they forgot you. No perfume, no jewelry, no makeup. Put a wig on top of all that pretty hair too. You gotta be like an actress playing a role. It should be easy too, 'cause you're traveling under the perfect cover. You're going to Seattle for World Peace Day. See yourself doing that in your head, and then make yourself believe it.”
    Everything I was telling Mama was what I practiced myself, especially when I was onstage. As soon as those lights hit me and the mic went live, shy little Candy Montana became a whole different person. Onstage I saw myself as irresistible, a superstar, a badass bitch. The way I moved, the things my body did, all that funky sex appeal … even I didn't know where I got it from. It was like I was that free little girl holding a toilet tissue roll and singing for her mama in the living room. I captivated the audience, oozing pussy. The world was mine and my performance was usually so live it brought down the house. There was no way I was gonna blow off Hurricane Jackson's offer and mess up my chance to sing in the House of Homicide.
    “So when do I pick up the money?” Mama wanted to know. I stared into her eyes and for a second I thought she looked wild and hungry, but I shook it off. Nicky was getting in my head. Mama had kept