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already gotten busted tryna use the phone at Salida’s crib when she thought the older woman was knocked-out sleeping from all those pain pills. Nooni was supposed to be washing the dishes, but in reality she was two seconds away from sneaking on the phone when Salida appeared in the kitchen as silent as a ghost.
    That old lady scared the shit outta her so bad that she dropped the cordless phone down in the sink full of soapy dishwater and let that shit stay right there until Salida got up outta the kitchen and went back to her room.
    Later on she had dried the phone off as best she could and stuck it right back on the charger, praying to God that Salida wouldn’t find out what she’d done. And ever since then Nooni had just been watching and waiting for the right opportunity to make herself an emergency call.
    “Thank you, Greco,” Nooni said nervously. She turned her back on the security dude and hurried outta the room and down the hall. But Nooni’s luck was all fucked up, and just as she flipped open the phone and punched in a number, she heard somebody giggling and coming around the corner and she froze.
    It was Honey Dew. Looking finer than shit and evil as all outdoors.
    “You mean you bought three whole chips just to get down with little ol’ me?” Honey Dew asked her trick and laughed as she pulled him by his hoody and swung her wide hips down the hall.
    Nooni fumbled with the phone and tried to hide it behind her back as Honey Dew got ready to go inside fuck room number two. She was so scared she was gonna get caught that she stuck her hand under the back of her skirt and shoved the phone between her thick ass cheeks and clenched it there.
    “What the hell you standing there for?” Honey Dew sneered at Nooni. She paused and stood in the doorway eyeballing Nooni’s young flesh with a resentful smirk on her face. “Fuckin’ spoiled-ass baby up in here giving hand jobs. All the grown and sexy bitches in the house gots’ta open up their legs for a goddamn living.”
    Nooni scuttled down the hall quickly, holding her hand awkwardly over the bulge sticking out from her ass. She darted past the working girls who were running the customers in and out of the back rooms as fast as they could, and walked through the main area where the bar was getting more and more crowded by the minute. 
    Nooni skirted around the stage, and hurried past the kitchen and toward the stairs. She glanced up at the landing near the cut room where Salida’s crew brewed batches of potent chemicals and packaged club drugs for street sales and distribution.
    She figured Salida’s posse musta been taking a break tonight, because all the lights were off and it was dark up there. Praying she was unnoticed, Nooni crept up the steps and onto the landing. She walked over to the door and put her hand on the knob, and her heart sank as she remembered that even if the door was open and she could get inside, she wouldn’t be able to get back out because that shit had been rigged to lock from the inside.
    She tiptoed back toward the stairs and looked out over the railing. The club was bouncing. The ass-shaker competitions and nicest nipple contests, and all the other Las Vegas-style sex-theme parties that Salida had put in place were starting to bring in more and more clientele, which meant more money for the G-Spot, and more customers for the strippers and the hoes too.
    Creeping back over to the cut room door, Nooni reached back and extracted the cell phone from her hind-cheeks. She gripped it in her trembling hand, and then she slid down to the floor with her legs gapped open and splayed out in front of her.
    Tears sprang to her eyes. It had been a real long time since she had dialed the most familiar number in the world to her, and she felt worse than shit about all the heartache and drama that she had put so many people through.
    Gripping the phone in her hand, Nooni punched in her sister Rita’s cell phone number.
    “C’mon, c’mon,