enough to talk about my situation. I explained that Betty’s was a one-week only job for me, and that I’d nevasold my body before. I had planned on using the money for a lawyer to get my son back. While I spilled my guts, for some strange reason, my vision focused in on a white male with a small physique taking pictures of the block. My first thought was that he was takin’ pictures of family members. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white-t, mostly casual just like the otha people in the neighborhood.
There were a few older ladies out on their stoops, waterin’ flowers. Nevertheless, once he clipped on a long zoom lense and pointed it in the direction of Betty’s, I sat up, pushin’ myself closer to the dash. “Look at that shit, Cinnamon!”
She looked, then snickered. “Probably a disgruntled client,” she said. “The asshole wants a refund.”
“I don’t think so. Looks a lil’ suspect to me.” My eyes bulged.
Next thing I knew, he’d switched the direction of the camera, and snapped multiple pictures of the street signs and the opposite side of the block, too.
“See, you just paranoid,” Cinnamon told me. She shook her head like what I had suggested was nonsense.
I leaned back for a second until I saw Mike’s car stop in front of Betty’s. I got excited the moment I saw him. He opened his door, got out, and fixed his tailored-linen short set. When I switched my focus back to the camera man, he was gone.
“Let’s go talk to Mike,” I said, almost breaking my nail tryna rush from the car.
Seeing Mike was like a breath of fresh air. I felt so confused, with so much to run past him. I wanted to mention the guy with the camera ’cause that just didn’t seem right. Also, the fact that we were locked in at night still troubled me. It had me on edge and very emotional.
We walked right up on him. “Hey Mike.” I slappedhim on the shoulder for a friendly greetin’. He could tell I was glad to see his fine chocolate ass. I noticed the nice bracelet on his arm, and thick gold chain danglin’ from the middle of his chest. He obviously liked jewelry the way I did.
“So, how’s it going? I heard you’re doing great.”
“I was until I got locked in last night.”
Mike’s eyebrows crinkled. Then he chuckled a bit. “You didn’t know, huh? They normally don’t tell the girls.”
“Tell us what?” I badgered.
“You ladies get locked in every night after about two a.m. There’s a padlock put on the door until morning.”
“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. I switched into one of my rebellious modes, ready to confront Betty. I thought about my life. “What if there was a fire?” I shouted. “I gotta son, damn it. I’m not gonna stay if I gotta be locked in!”
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could tell Mike had pity for me. I didn’t wanna get Cinnamon in trouble so I told her to stay away from me, I was going to talk to Betty. I told myself Betty needed to get told, not in a disrespectful sorta way…she just needed to know I didn’t wanna be locked in at night.
I brushed past Mike feelin’ like a rebel. By the time I made it to the top step, the door was openin’ up automatically for me. I didn’t know who had opened it, and didn’t care. Ultimately, when I stepped inside the foyer, Betty was standin’ there with an evil look plastered across her face.
“Betty, can we talk?”
“Why the fuck are you out the house so soon? Don’t try to come up in here and change the rules ’cause I don’t like that shit.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”
“Then what the fuck is it? Is it about making money?”
“Sorta.” I cleared my throat, gettin’ my nerves right, and decidin’ the best way to approach the situation. With afirm voice, I said it. “You had me locked in 2A last night. Pad lock I was told.”
She pranced toward her office with another one of her long-ass dresses on. “And,” she announced, lookin’ back
There were a few older ladies out on their stoops, waterin’ flowers. Nevertheless, once he clipped on a long zoom lense and pointed it in the direction of Betty’s, I sat up, pushin’ myself closer to the dash. “Look at that shit, Cinnamon!”
She looked, then snickered. “Probably a disgruntled client,” she said. “The asshole wants a refund.”
“I don’t think so. Looks a lil’ suspect to me.” My eyes bulged.
Next thing I knew, he’d switched the direction of the camera, and snapped multiple pictures of the street signs and the opposite side of the block, too.
“See, you just paranoid,” Cinnamon told me. She shook her head like what I had suggested was nonsense.
I leaned back for a second until I saw Mike’s car stop in front of Betty’s. I got excited the moment I saw him. He opened his door, got out, and fixed his tailored-linen short set. When I switched my focus back to the camera man, he was gone.
“Let’s go talk to Mike,” I said, almost breaking my nail tryna rush from the car.
Seeing Mike was like a breath of fresh air. I felt so confused, with so much to run past him. I wanted to mention the guy with the camera ’cause that just didn’t seem right. Also, the fact that we were locked in at night still troubled me. It had me on edge and very emotional.
We walked right up on him. “Hey Mike.” I slappedhim on the shoulder for a friendly greetin’. He could tell I was glad to see his fine chocolate ass. I noticed the nice bracelet on his arm, and thick gold chain danglin’ from the middle of his chest. He obviously liked jewelry the way I did.
“So, how’s it going? I heard you’re doing great.”
“I was until I got locked in last night.”
Mike’s eyebrows crinkled. Then he chuckled a bit. “You didn’t know, huh? They normally don’t tell the girls.”
“Tell us what?” I badgered.
“You ladies get locked in every night after about two a.m. There’s a padlock put on the door until morning.”
“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. I switched into one of my rebellious modes, ready to confront Betty. I thought about my life. “What if there was a fire?” I shouted. “I gotta son, damn it. I’m not gonna stay if I gotta be locked in!”
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could tell Mike had pity for me. I didn’t wanna get Cinnamon in trouble so I told her to stay away from me, I was going to talk to Betty. I told myself Betty needed to get told, not in a disrespectful sorta way…she just needed to know I didn’t wanna be locked in at night.
I brushed past Mike feelin’ like a rebel. By the time I made it to the top step, the door was openin’ up automatically for me. I didn’t know who had opened it, and didn’t care. Ultimately, when I stepped inside the foyer, Betty was standin’ there with an evil look plastered across her face.
“Betty, can we talk?”
“Why the fuck are you out the house so soon? Don’t try to come up in here and change the rules ’cause I don’t like that shit.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”
“Then what the fuck is it? Is it about making money?”
“Sorta.” I cleared my throat, gettin’ my nerves right, and decidin’ the best way to approach the situation. With afirm voice, I said it. “You had me locked in 2A last night. Pad lock I was told.”
She pranced toward her office with another one of her long-ass dresses on. “And,” she announced, lookin’ back
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