The New Girl

"Welcome to the Gold Digger," Eddie, the lecherous proprietor of the upper end strip club said, looking over at the luscious black tart that was Shalonda. "Very happy to have a second Black girl dancing at our establishment."

"Second? I thought all the Black girls danced at Sugar's," Shalonda responded, a little put out.

"Normally they do, but we just got our first a couple of weeks back. Ebony! Get your ass out here!" Eddie shouted.

The Black girl that came out was the same age as Shalonda. The same milk chocolate skin. The same features. It looked like they were twins, they both thought simultaneously. And they were. Both born from the loins of Shanequa, conceived by Moses. One raised by Elizabeth and Moses. The other raised by Shanequa and Douglas. And yet, miraculously, both at this same high end strip club.

"Damn," Eddie said. "The white boys that love dark meat are going to love you two. Damn, you could be twins."