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[sup]Meanwhile, on the S.S. RichOrgy... or whatever it's named--[/sup]

[color=#C2A7AF]"Uh, Mariah? Mariah wait--"[/color] hastily [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5b/e7/4c/5be74c4ef5cfa12f481c35c878708a33.jpg]the oiled up, muscle bound, young black man with an Alabama drawl[/url]-- who was wearing nothing but a shiny pair of silver shorts-- caught the closing door behind Mariah, just before it slammed shut. He halted its momentum then closed it gently. This cabin, aboard Blake FUCKING Schmidt's boat, had been slightly converted into Mariah's dressing room. She stood in front of a large mirror, which was surrounded by lights, and featured an expensive looking counter top, which she held onto with a nearly white knuckle grip, as she inhaled and exhaled DEEP cleansing breaths. Before her upon this counter were the unpacked contents of her makeup and costume bag. Mariah was still in full Drag, having just performed the opening set of songs, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ea/fc/aa/eafcaaf4eacd11f2d7a38d393a63d51f.jpg]while dressed in a look inspired by the angels[/url] she was currently pleading with for [i]patience[/i].

As he listened to Mariah's second exhale, the buff young man nodded. [color=#C2A7AF]"Aight then,"[/color] he began turning to face Mariah slowly, [color=#C2A7AF]"Clearly you upset by what he said but uh--"[/color] he found himself shuffling out of the way as the door opened behind him. In stampeeded [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/94/22/c7/9422c7c59a5bb2f1ce91f77b148353b9.jpg]another silver-booty-shorts oiled up buff man,[/url] who spoke, without a single second of hesitation, in an accent thick from Peru, [color=#CBABCB]"Sis he call you a got'damn SHE-MALE."[/color]

[color=#C2A7AF]"Tory, what the fuck,"[/color] replied the first man, gesturing to Mariah, who was very clearly trying to keep her shit together. Tory sucked his teeth as he shut the door, [color=#CBABCB]"Ey, don't 'What the fuck' me, man-- Ry, you jus' gon' take that shit?"[/color] Mariah turned to him, fury in her eyes, and let out a frustrated, barely volume controlled, noise of frustration. [color=#CBABCB]"Ey, see? She pissed off too--so we gon' fuck him up or..."[/color] Tory gestured, adjusting his balls unsubtly, then throwing his hands up to indicate readiness.

[color=#C2A7AF]"Motherfucker-- don' you see she countin' to sixty n' shit--"[/color] spoke up the young black man, as he moved to take a seat upon one of two stools, which were placed before the mirror, [color=#C2A7AF]"--which is really kinda. I mean. I ain't sayin' it's weird but uh--"[/color]

[color=#CBABCB]"You woulda took the chain' out onna bitch in the club,"[/color] Tory finished the thought, [color=#CBABCB]"So whassup?"[/color]

Taking another deep, frustrated breath, Mariah opened her mouth to speak, then had to take one more breath. Her statement began with a tongue pop, as she practically spoke through her teeth, [color=#F3128D]"Ten thousand dollars. Split three ways."[/color]

[color=#CBABCB]"Maxi--"[/color] Tory began bluntly, [color=#CBABCB]"-- she the one that said you ain't suppos'ta sell you soul for no money? You stick to you morals. Sis a hypocrite."[/color]

Maxi made a face, [color=#C2A7AF]"I mean,"[/color] was all he responded with, finishing the thought with a shrug.

[color=#F3128D]"How bout you both shut the fuck up-- And Tory? Spell hypocrite,"[/color] Mariah paused for a few beats as Tory's face scrunched. She held her hand up, palm toward him, then pulled her finger back, [color=#F3128D]"That's what I thought. Bye, bitch. Look,"[/color] she clapped on the word. As she spoke, she began removing her wings and Maxi got up to help her, [color=#F3128D]"Mamma's fridge was lookin' awful empty plus, okay, he call me out my name."[/color] Maxi helped her place other parts of her outfit aside and Tory moved to pick up a previously opened bottle of water. He drank it with a sigh as Mariah continued, [color=#F3128D]"I been called worse by better and Mamma always said I need to work on my temper."[/color]

[color=#CBABCB]"Yeah okay,"[/color] Tory swished the bottled water around, as if it were wine, [color=#CBABCB]"What if he call Maxi the N word. Or what if he tell us to go back to our country or something else."[/color] As Tory drank quite thirstily, Mariah removed her wig as Maxi prepared another, and she watched him in silence for a few beats.

Mariah turned to the mirror and began removing her makeup, [color=#F3128D]"There certain shit I ain' willin' to look over but hey-- if he got a fetish or some shit, then maybe he'll tip more, huh? Only fetish havin people know that term-- typing it in on PornHub n'shit. You hears they be throwin' out twenties like it ain't shit on these boat parties, tho? Fifties? Hunnids?"[/color] There was definitely the rising moral conflict gnawing a pit into her chest but, as usual, she crumpled the feeling and dunked it into the trash.

This was a good gig... in concept. Maybe one of these other Rich Pricks would invite her to perform here, another there, and next she'd be twerkin' on a coke head's dick for a fat fiddy in Mar a Largo. Don't sell your soul but get your goal-- that was the way. She had plans to stay clean of drugs n' shit but Mariah knew how this world was-- rich folk loved coke. As long as they were high as hell, the money would keep rollin' in, and she could just look the other way. These were muddy waters-- shit, there go those feelings again. A deep exhale left Mariah once more and she shook her head.

[color=#C2A7AF]"Who even go to the bank and ask for fifties,"[/color] Maxi idly remarked as he worked on the wig with a curling iron. Tory sucked his teeth again and laughed, [color=#CBABCB]"Man, if I was rich I ask for shit in gold dollars and fifty coins. Make it hail on dem hoes!"[/color]

Mariah laughed, wiping her face over with makeup removal wipes, [color=#F3128D]"All I'm sayin' is, I'm willin' to look over one strike. Just one. He shouldn' feel the need to use it within earshot no more. Plus I made my point, didn't I?"[/color]
[color=#C2A7AF]"Girl, you know that man ain't listen,"[/color] Maxi said with a shake of his head, [color=#C2A7AF]"Soon as he heard anything on the woke spectrum he got that Rich White Man trance where they don' hear shit brown people be sayin'."[/color]
[color=#CBABCB]"That's what I'm sayin',"[/color] Tory, once again, sucked his teeth, [color=#CBABCB]"Jus' go old school Ry on a rich prick-- money fall out like punchin' bricks on Mario."[/color]

[color=#F3128D]"Plus tengo oído que su verga es pequeña,"[/color] Mariah laughed as she pumped primer into her hand.

Maxi sighed and asked, with the air of a man that knew futility, [color=#C2A7AF]"What?"[/color]
Tory simply burst into laughter.

Neither of them translated.

[color=#C2A7AF]"Duolingo ain't shit,"[/color] Maxi mumbled.