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Authors: T.N. Baker
Tags: Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Domestic Fiction, African American women, N.Y.), Urban Life, Queens (New York, African American Women - New York (State) - New York, Inner Cities - New York (State) - New York, Prostitutes - New York (State) - New York
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then $10 in the bank, they will report it to the IRS and then they'll be all up in your business. So to avoid that, a deposit box is better. I ain't gonna say how much I got saved up, but let's just say if it ever rains or pours, I'm good!
C-God rolled up in front of my place just before midnight with his boy Mike, who hates me for whatever reason. From the look on his face, he wasn't too happy about me hanging out with the fellas tonight. I could tell 'cause the nigga even hesitated like he had some shit to think about before he gave up the front seat.
Let me tell you about this nigga Mike. He's one of them arrogant ass niggas; mad at the world, but especially at women.
"Man, them chicks is all the same; only good for fucking, or getting fucked up for fucking up. I'll beat a bitch ass in a minute.
I don't give a fuck. Them ho-bitches know not to fuck with me." That's the type shit that comes out of Mike's mouth.
Unfortunately, he's C-God's right-hand man, basically just another "do boy." He's a hot-headed lil' 20 year old with a happy trigger finger. He will go all out for C, 'cause C-God's been looking out for Mike since he was a lil' nigga.
Nevertheless, the feelings are mutual because I can't stand his ass either.
When we got to the club the place was pretty small. It must have been an exclusive spot because from the outside it didn't even look like a club. The music was hot to def and you had to be on balla status just to get in the spot. I mean you could only sit at a table if you were popping bubbly at $350 a cork.
We sat in a cozy lil' corner, and C ordered three bottles of the good stuff. Cristal is a lil' overrated to me 'cause the shit's nasty, but I'll drink and order it if a nigga's buying it. After a couple of glasses, I got up to go to the ladies room. As I walked through the crowed little club, I felt someone grab my hand. It was Smitty with a devilish smile. I snatched my hand away from him and proceeded to the bathroom. My heart started racing. I felt nothing but pure hatred towards that boy. I took my time in the restroom, hoping he would go away. At the same time, I had to get it together and walk back out there before C-God started to wonder where I was.
"Yo, come here!" Smitty said as he grabbed me again when I walked back past him. Only this time his grip was much stronger around my wrist.
"Get off of me," I screamed, trying to yank away from him, but his grip just got tighter as he pulled me closer.
Smitty put his hand on my ass. "You stuck up lil' bitch, why you acting like that? I just wanted to say what's up to you. It ain't like I ain't already had the pussy. Stupid lil' bitch, matter fact, how's the pussy doing since I beat it up?"
"Get the fuck off of me you fucking rapist," I screamed. I could tell I embarrassed him with that 'cause his friends started to laugh.
Then one of them said, "Yo son, you took the ass?"
"Nah, this bitch just think her shit is gold, mad 'cause a nigga ain't pay for that puss. Shit, she bleeds once a month like any other ho."
"Let me go," I shouted once again.
The next thing I know, Smitty was knocked the fuck out while C-God and Mike commenced to stomp Timberland prints all over that nigga. His boy's just stood there and watched until security came and broke it up. Since the club catered to the big money spenders, the bouncers bounced Smitty's ass right up outta there and we went back to our table to finish our drinks.
My mother's party was packed. Everybody from the neighborhood came out to show love. I watched Keisha and Tucker out on the dance floor. They always seem so happy. Tucker reminds me of my father, because he treats Keisha just as good as my dad treats my mom. I remember when I was a little girl watching the two of them together in their own little world. It used to make me sick. She's always had him sprung and he's always had her attention. Mommy did look good as ever.
She was rocking a leather skirt and top. No doubt about it, I get my
C-God rolled up in front of my place just before midnight with his boy Mike, who hates me for whatever reason. From the look on his face, he wasn't too happy about me hanging out with the fellas tonight. I could tell 'cause the nigga even hesitated like he had some shit to think about before he gave up the front seat.
Let me tell you about this nigga Mike. He's one of them arrogant ass niggas; mad at the world, but especially at women.
"Man, them chicks is all the same; only good for fucking, or getting fucked up for fucking up. I'll beat a bitch ass in a minute.
I don't give a fuck. Them ho-bitches know not to fuck with me." That's the type shit that comes out of Mike's mouth.
Unfortunately, he's C-God's right-hand man, basically just another "do boy." He's a hot-headed lil' 20 year old with a happy trigger finger. He will go all out for C, 'cause C-God's been looking out for Mike since he was a lil' nigga.
Nevertheless, the feelings are mutual because I can't stand his ass either.
When we got to the club the place was pretty small. It must have been an exclusive spot because from the outside it didn't even look like a club. The music was hot to def and you had to be on balla status just to get in the spot. I mean you could only sit at a table if you were popping bubbly at $350 a cork.
We sat in a cozy lil' corner, and C ordered three bottles of the good stuff. Cristal is a lil' overrated to me 'cause the shit's nasty, but I'll drink and order it if a nigga's buying it. After a couple of glasses, I got up to go to the ladies room. As I walked through the crowed little club, I felt someone grab my hand. It was Smitty with a devilish smile. I snatched my hand away from him and proceeded to the bathroom. My heart started racing. I felt nothing but pure hatred towards that boy. I took my time in the restroom, hoping he would go away. At the same time, I had to get it together and walk back out there before C-God started to wonder where I was.
"Yo, come here!" Smitty said as he grabbed me again when I walked back past him. Only this time his grip was much stronger around my wrist.
"Get off of me," I screamed, trying to yank away from him, but his grip just got tighter as he pulled me closer.
Smitty put his hand on my ass. "You stuck up lil' bitch, why you acting like that? I just wanted to say what's up to you. It ain't like I ain't already had the pussy. Stupid lil' bitch, matter fact, how's the pussy doing since I beat it up?"
"Get the fuck off of me you fucking rapist," I screamed. I could tell I embarrassed him with that 'cause his friends started to laugh.
Then one of them said, "Yo son, you took the ass?"
"Nah, this bitch just think her shit is gold, mad 'cause a nigga ain't pay for that puss. Shit, she bleeds once a month like any other ho."
"Let me go," I shouted once again.
The next thing I know, Smitty was knocked the fuck out while C-God and Mike commenced to stomp Timberland prints all over that nigga. His boy's just stood there and watched until security came and broke it up. Since the club catered to the big money spenders, the bouncers bounced Smitty's ass right up outta there and we went back to our table to finish our drinks.
My mother's party was packed. Everybody from the neighborhood came out to show love. I watched Keisha and Tucker out on the dance floor. They always seem so happy. Tucker reminds me of my father, because he treats Keisha just as good as my dad treats my mom. I remember when I was a little girl watching the two of them together in their own little world. It used to make me sick. She's always had him sprung and he's always had her attention. Mommy did look good as ever.
She was rocking a leather skirt and top. No doubt about it, I get my
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