trouper. Yancy had proven herself as a rider early on.
That night, Lauren went inside with Yancy and took forever to come back out. I called Laurenâs cell phone like three times to make sure she was aâight.
âYou know this is some bullshit Mother Teresa shit you on right now, right?â I said to Lauren when she finally returned to the car.
âI donât know, Matt. Something is drawing me to her. Like, I feel like us running into her like this was some kind of fate or somehow meant to be. I just see so much potential in her. The few times I bought stuff from her I just picked up on that hustler spirit in her. I couldnât stand to just drive by and let something happen to her like that. She has a hunger about her that I can fuck with on the real. She really seems like she could be a smart addition to our new shit we starting. It would benefit her and us. Imagine how hungry she would be to do this credit card and check shit so she could get herself off the track,â Lauren preached.
I let out a long breath. There was nothing I could say to that. My girl was just kindhearted and equally calculating like that. She wasnât just saving some ho off the side of the road. Lauren was thinking âbout how she could get Yancy to be indebted to us and use her to our advantage. I liked that. It was her genius brain that I loved so much about Lauren.
âI guess ainât shit I can say to that. You already got stuff all planned out. I respect that though. So thatâs it? We paid for two nights at a hotel and you think she ainât going back out on the strip?â I asked Lauren. I was a firm believer in that âonce a ho, always a hoâ saying. Usually chicks like her always find their way back to the streets because thatâs all they know. Itâs a waste of time and money to help hoes like her. Those street chicks are addicted to the lifestyle and they find it real hard to give it up . . . even when their lives were on the line. In my mind, it was only a matter of time before she dipped out on Lauren. So I let Mother Teresa have her way for the time being.
âI told her to get some rest and call me tomorrow so we can talk about her getting some money without sucking dick to get it.â
âYou told her that?â I asked. I knew Lauren was bold with her mouth, but this took the cake.
Lauren chuckled. âNo, silly. I told her that if she didnât want to go back to her pimp then she could partner up with us and make some real money. I didnât give her too many details but I told her there was some good money involved if she wanted to get out of the life. Shit, if I can put somebody else on the front lines and make money why not. Itâs a win-win situation. She gets off the track from selling her ass and risking her life and we get to sit back while she gets a small portion but takes all of the risk . . . why not,â Lauren said in a calculating boss-bitch voice. There was nothing I could say to that except that it was a smart-ass business move that even I didnât think of.
The next day, Lauren picked Yancy up from the hotel and we all sat down to discuss our new business. Just like Lauren suspected, Yancy was willing to join our crew and she was willing to take most of the risk and less of the money just so she didnât have to go back to selling her ass on the streets. The one thing Lauren didnât anticipate was the immediate sexual attraction I had to Yancy and that Yancy had to me. Once Yancy was cleaned up and her bruises were healing, I got to see her real looks. She was fucking beautiful and at some points I couldnât take my eyes off of her. My dick got rock hard just watching her each time I had to be around her. It became harder and harder to deny that Yancy was one sexy-ass bitch. I fought the urge as long as I could out of love for Lauren, but I was a man so that shit didnât last long.
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âWhat are you thinking
That night, Lauren went inside with Yancy and took forever to come back out. I called Laurenâs cell phone like three times to make sure she was aâight.
âYou know this is some bullshit Mother Teresa shit you on right now, right?â I said to Lauren when she finally returned to the car.
âI donât know, Matt. Something is drawing me to her. Like, I feel like us running into her like this was some kind of fate or somehow meant to be. I just see so much potential in her. The few times I bought stuff from her I just picked up on that hustler spirit in her. I couldnât stand to just drive by and let something happen to her like that. She has a hunger about her that I can fuck with on the real. She really seems like she could be a smart addition to our new shit we starting. It would benefit her and us. Imagine how hungry she would be to do this credit card and check shit so she could get herself off the track,â Lauren preached.
I let out a long breath. There was nothing I could say to that. My girl was just kindhearted and equally calculating like that. She wasnât just saving some ho off the side of the road. Lauren was thinking âbout how she could get Yancy to be indebted to us and use her to our advantage. I liked that. It was her genius brain that I loved so much about Lauren.
âI guess ainât shit I can say to that. You already got stuff all planned out. I respect that though. So thatâs it? We paid for two nights at a hotel and you think she ainât going back out on the strip?â I asked Lauren. I was a firm believer in that âonce a ho, always a hoâ saying. Usually chicks like her always find their way back to the streets because thatâs all they know. Itâs a waste of time and money to help hoes like her. Those street chicks are addicted to the lifestyle and they find it real hard to give it up . . . even when their lives were on the line. In my mind, it was only a matter of time before she dipped out on Lauren. So I let Mother Teresa have her way for the time being.
âI told her to get some rest and call me tomorrow so we can talk about her getting some money without sucking dick to get it.â
âYou told her that?â I asked. I knew Lauren was bold with her mouth, but this took the cake.
Lauren chuckled. âNo, silly. I told her that if she didnât want to go back to her pimp then she could partner up with us and make some real money. I didnât give her too many details but I told her there was some good money involved if she wanted to get out of the life. Shit, if I can put somebody else on the front lines and make money why not. Itâs a win-win situation. She gets off the track from selling her ass and risking her life and we get to sit back while she gets a small portion but takes all of the risk . . . why not,â Lauren said in a calculating boss-bitch voice. There was nothing I could say to that except that it was a smart-ass business move that even I didnât think of.
The next day, Lauren picked Yancy up from the hotel and we all sat down to discuss our new business. Just like Lauren suspected, Yancy was willing to join our crew and she was willing to take most of the risk and less of the money just so she didnât have to go back to selling her ass on the streets. The one thing Lauren didnât anticipate was the immediate sexual attraction I had to Yancy and that Yancy had to me. Once Yancy was cleaned up and her bruises were healing, I got to see her real looks. She was fucking beautiful and at some points I couldnât take my eyes off of her. My dick got rock hard just watching her each time I had to be around her. It became harder and harder to deny that Yancy was one sexy-ass bitch. I fought the urge as long as I could out of love for Lauren, but I was a man so that shit didnât last long.
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âWhat are you thinking
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