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Kali Krew Shout-Out: Hairspray and Switchblades by V. Castro (Excerpt included!)

The entire Kali Krew wanted to give a public shout-out to one of their own who had a book released today! V. Castro reviews movies for the site and is a true pleasure to know. Her first book was Maria the Wanted. We are happy to see her adding more and more work to her own published self. Go V!

When Maya and Magdalena lose their parents to a home invasion, Magdalena puts her dreams on hold and turns to exotic dancing. Cash is what the sisters need to stay together and keep Maya in an elite Catholic high school that has set her on the path for an athletic and academic college scholarship.
These sisters come from a bloodline of Jaguar shifters from Mexico and have gained unwanted attention. The San Antonio Stripper Ripper is stalking the streets, out for a specific kind of blood.
Though Magdalena trades in skin, there is no way she will allow anyone to own her. Steamy. Bloody. Dangerous. Hairspray and Switchblades, what more could a girl need to survive the hot streets?

Hairspray and Switchblades

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Hairspray and Switchblades Excerpt!

The pole was cool between her thighs as she slid to the floor. Maya stretched and flexed her limbs across the stage on paws and neon painted claws, stopping in the middle to spread her legs wide enough to give everyone a money shot. Assholes and pussies are like switchblades and hairspray, a hustler never leaves home without either when doing this gig. She lifted herself to her knees, grinding her hips hard like a vaquera to beat of DJ Khaled and Rihanna’s Wild Thoughts.

This remix sometimes made her want to cry because it reminded her of Santana’s Maria Maria. Now was not the time for tears that would slice through bronzer and loosen fake eyelashes.

Fingertips toyed with the strings dangling on either side of her hips, ready to make a heart shaped noose that fit every neck in the house. The way she moved made it hard not to imagine how it would feel if that body was making a meal of you.

The more she sweat, the more intoxicating the pheromones released from her pores. Tendrils of invisible animal musk of sex and desire rose from her skin like a mist rising from a body of water in the early hours of the morning. This kept her audience captivated, compelled to give the dark woman in the leopard print G-string whatever she wanted.

It was a Saturday night. The beats would be hot because Jimmy was at the turntables offering real music and not that shit the lazy day shift DJs played, unfit for even a spin class. Jimmy was all about those old school sexy sax and guitar solos made for thinking about fucking. All the dancers tipped him good to keep those beats pounding.

The air-conditioning always a few degrees too cold, held nipples standing at attention. Once you were in, it was impossible to know how much time has passed, a place where there are no windows or clocks. What the dancers really loved about Jimmy was Jimmy had no interest in any of them. Everybody wants to brag they fucked a dancer; rarely do they want to announce they are dating the dancer. You don’t bring that freaky girl to mother—Rick James said that.

 Jimmy’s partner, Tyson, was the house mom, backstage making sure everyone was waxed and spritzed before they got their hustle on. Saturday was the day for big money with all the bachelor parties coming through, ordering shots by the dozen. Get a sucker drunk enough and like Tony Montana, the world is yours.

She reached between her legs to simulate masturbation because they loved that—really loved it. Maya licked heavily glossed red lips and made eye contact—charcoal liner, fanned out on the sides to accentuate the feline curve of her lashes. Make the fantasy as real as possible. The ecstasy wasn’t difficult to feign because all that cash felt good. Cold hard cash was more satisfying than a hard cock. Her sister’s tuition would be paid, the fridge would be full, bills would be in the black instead of red, but more importantly, she would have enough green in her bank account to keep the judge satisfied to retain custody of her sixteen-year-old sister who was on her way to a full math and track scholarship.

Magdalena would be the first in their immediate family with a bachelor’s degree, hopefully a doctorate one day.

Maya had the knowledge of hustle, which she put to work at night, leaving her days to iron school uniforms, do laundry, take business classes at the community college, or whatever else a parent needed to do. She was only twenty-six years old, but felt so much older. Once Magdalena had her degree, that would be it.

If you liked what you read, please consider buying Hairspray and Switchblades!

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One Comment

  1. Olga Nunez Miret

    Congratulations and good luck, V!

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