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Friday nights had proven to be the big bread winner and this evening was no different. The parking lot was packed to capacity, the street flooded with vehicles. Tobacco smoke clouded the air, along with blaring music and mass conversation. With such a crowd on hand there was hardly anywhere to sit in the club. Fortunately Jo Jo attained V.I.P. status long ago, able to chill comfortably and enjoy the show.

Being a man of caution Jo Jo often observed the environment as well as those around him. Watching individuals closely, he found some to be disturbed, disgusting and some just comical. He calmly jiggled the ice in the glass of brandy and eyed the man seated closest to the stage.

"Damn, this muthafucka all in," Jo Jo thought to himself. But his presumption was correct. The nerdy character who looked as if he may have been a mad chemist in the making, sat with anxious elbows on the table in anticipation of the next act.

As the music ceased and the disc jockey announced the next performer, Jo Jo leaned in to view the strange man's reaction. He chuckled while watching the man adjust his tie and glasses then hand brush his greasy hair. The man gulped the last of his water and attempted to relax.

The dim club suddenly went black and the bright spotlight now focused on the stage area. On came a slow jam over the loud speakers and the DJ announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen ... without further ado ... possibly the sexiest lady in all of Detroit ya'll ... give it up for Miss Passion!"

Roaring cheers came from the crowd as if the Rock were making an entrance down the aisle. Many were standing, whistling and some shouting like happy fools. Jo Jo just sat back with a huge grin, awaiting the facility’s top money maker.

She strutted onto the stage dressed in all purple; from the gangster hat and two piece suit down to the high heels. Gracefully she approached the nerd ball with fiery passion in her eyes, her full purple colored lips puckered. Now crawling towards the man, the big brim covered her eyes. Passion removed the hat and pushed it down on the man's head. He sat and cackled like a small child. Passion then stood and caressed her firm breasts through the white dress shirt, the fancy lights of the club glimmering down perfectly on the purple streaks of her jet black hair. The suit jacket went flying into the crowd along with the purple tie. She turned her back to the audience and lifted the shirt, now switching her ass a bit. The pants came off and were kicked into the crowd by a strong leg.

Onlookers became more enthused once the thin purple G- string was exposed. She then bent over slowly, squeezing the plump booty with both hands. Once again on her knees, Passion crawled backwards and lightly slapped the obsessed man in the face with her bubbly rear. Grinning like a pothead in a skunky forest, the man took a one hundred dollar bill from his sweaty palm and neatly placed it along her waistline.

Even from such a distance Jo Jo was able to notice Ben Franklin's big head on the bill. From there he observed several hands in the air, generously waiving various amounts of cash. Jo Jo was all smiles.

Now topless, Passion continued to entice the crowd, aggressively flossing the bikini top in between her legs. Numerous spectators made their way to the stage, eager to support the tantalizing woman's cause. Jo Jo slid through the sea of horny, intoxicated men on his way to the stage area.

Working her magic, Passion accepted cash while locking sight on him. Her face glistened with cheer, exciting many, forcing them to believe that they were the cause of her glee. But once Jo Jo reached the stage they all realized that she was actually staring right pass them.