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asked.
“Sometimes,” I responded.
“Well you gotta ask that shit ’round here,” Slim said. “If you don’t, then your ass is liable to get hauled off to jail.”
“He ain’t lying, because that almost happened to Tacora,” Paris said. “So you gotta be careful and make sure you ask him before you even give him your price.”
With that warning done, I listened to Slim and Paris tell me what to charge for certain favors. I was told to charge fifty dollars for a dick suck, fifty dollars for a pussy fuck, and seventy-five dollars if the date wanted to fuck me in my ass. If he wanted a dick suck and a pussy fuck, he had to pull one hundred dollars out of his pockets.
When I heard the prices we had to charge, I was blown away. I honestly could not believe that cats were paying that type of money for sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I got fifty dollars to suck a man’s dick. The most I’d ever gotten was thirty dollars, and that was on a good day. So I figured I might be all right after all. Shit! How hard could it be to be Slim’s bitch and get paid decent money to fuck these clowns around here? Plus, I’d have a place to lay my head at night. And if I played my cards right, I would not have to tell him exactly how much money I made out here. That way I could cop me a couple pills of dope when I got ill. Damn right! If all went according to plan, then I’d be sitting pretty.
Once all the cards were laid out on the table, Slim stepped away from me and Paris. As soon as he got far enough away from us where he couldn’t hear what we said, Paris leaned toward me and said, “Come on, let’s get to work before he starts to flip out.”
I followed Paris over to where Jennifer was standing, which was on the side of the Shop & Go convenience store. Slim walked across to the other side of C Avenue and sat on the foot stoop of an abandoned house. I couldn’t help but to ask Paris how Slim kept any of his women from running off.
“Have you seen that big ass gun he’s got?” she asked me.
Stunned by her reply, I said, “No.”
“Well, you best believe he has it on him. He uses it to run cats off who ain’t trying to pay us our money. But don’t get it twisted, because he will use it on us if we try to get out of pocket with him.”
“Don’t worry about me, because I’m trying to get paid,” I told her, and then I turned my back to her so I could get the attention of the next car that drove by.
Candy Shop part 2 Kiki Swinson
Twisted Individuals
I hung out on the corner of C Avenue and Church Street for three hours straight and made two hundred twenty-five dollars. I was very happy, but Slim wasn’t thrilled. After he collected money from me and all the other girls, he stormed back over to his spot by the abandoned house. But before he left, he screamed at all of us. “If y’all don’t want me to go upside y’all fucking heads, then y’all better get me more money than this,” he complained.
Of course, no one dared to challenge him, so I left well enough alone. I was, however, upset with myself that I didn’t keep a few bucks. It had been a few hours since my last dose of dope and my body was beginning to feel the effects. I knew that I needed to get me a pill sooner rather than later, because if I waited until later, then I wouldn’t be any good to Slim or myself.
I tried to hold out at least until after I served up one more date, but the night had slowed down and it seemed like no one was willing to cough up any more money. I stood alongside the Shop & Go for about thirty more minutes, and when I realized that no one was trying to spend their money, I got up the gumption to walk across the street to where Slim was standing.
He looked at me like I stunk when I approached him. “Why the fuck you over here in my face? You know you ain’t supposed to leave your post until I say so,” he roared.
“I know, but I’m starting to feel really ill. And if I don’t get
“Sometimes,” I responded.
“Well you gotta ask that shit ’round here,” Slim said. “If you don’t, then your ass is liable to get hauled off to jail.”
“He ain’t lying, because that almost happened to Tacora,” Paris said. “So you gotta be careful and make sure you ask him before you even give him your price.”
With that warning done, I listened to Slim and Paris tell me what to charge for certain favors. I was told to charge fifty dollars for a dick suck, fifty dollars for a pussy fuck, and seventy-five dollars if the date wanted to fuck me in my ass. If he wanted a dick suck and a pussy fuck, he had to pull one hundred dollars out of his pockets.
When I heard the prices we had to charge, I was blown away. I honestly could not believe that cats were paying that type of money for sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I got fifty dollars to suck a man’s dick. The most I’d ever gotten was thirty dollars, and that was on a good day. So I figured I might be all right after all. Shit! How hard could it be to be Slim’s bitch and get paid decent money to fuck these clowns around here? Plus, I’d have a place to lay my head at night. And if I played my cards right, I would not have to tell him exactly how much money I made out here. That way I could cop me a couple pills of dope when I got ill. Damn right! If all went according to plan, then I’d be sitting pretty.
Once all the cards were laid out on the table, Slim stepped away from me and Paris. As soon as he got far enough away from us where he couldn’t hear what we said, Paris leaned toward me and said, “Come on, let’s get to work before he starts to flip out.”
I followed Paris over to where Jennifer was standing, which was on the side of the Shop & Go convenience store. Slim walked across to the other side of C Avenue and sat on the foot stoop of an abandoned house. I couldn’t help but to ask Paris how Slim kept any of his women from running off.
“Have you seen that big ass gun he’s got?” she asked me.
Stunned by her reply, I said, “No.”
“Well, you best believe he has it on him. He uses it to run cats off who ain’t trying to pay us our money. But don’t get it twisted, because he will use it on us if we try to get out of pocket with him.”
“Don’t worry about me, because I’m trying to get paid,” I told her, and then I turned my back to her so I could get the attention of the next car that drove by.
Candy Shop part 2 Kiki Swinson
Twisted Individuals
I hung out on the corner of C Avenue and Church Street for three hours straight and made two hundred twenty-five dollars. I was very happy, but Slim wasn’t thrilled. After he collected money from me and all the other girls, he stormed back over to his spot by the abandoned house. But before he left, he screamed at all of us. “If y’all don’t want me to go upside y’all fucking heads, then y’all better get me more money than this,” he complained.
Of course, no one dared to challenge him, so I left well enough alone. I was, however, upset with myself that I didn’t keep a few bucks. It had been a few hours since my last dose of dope and my body was beginning to feel the effects. I knew that I needed to get me a pill sooner rather than later, because if I waited until later, then I wouldn’t be any good to Slim or myself.
I tried to hold out at least until after I served up one more date, but the night had slowed down and it seemed like no one was willing to cough up any more money. I stood alongside the Shop & Go for about thirty more minutes, and when I realized that no one was trying to spend their money, I got up the gumption to walk across the street to where Slim was standing.
He looked at me like I stunk when I approached him. “Why the fuck you over here in my face? You know you ain’t supposed to leave your post until I say so,” he roared.
“I know, but I’m starting to feel really ill. And if I don’t get
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