“You got a pretty smile.”
“So do you.” Misha grinned.
Swag was a giant compared to Misha. His six foot three height matched with the weight of two hundred and fifteen solid pounds, making him a nice piece of eye candy for the ladies. His milk chocolate skin was rich and smooth. His eyes were almost the same color as Misha’s, a soft brown.
The sensuality of his eyes made you want to stare endlessly into them. His teeth were white and straight, giving him a dazzling smile. Misha noticed the bulge in his dark blue Sean Jean denims. Swag looked to be working with a real nice package. Looks could be deceiving, she thought.
Misha could tell that he lifted weights. His abs was damn near protruding through his cream Sean Jean crew neck long-sleeved shirt. Misha just hoped he didn’t lift too much, because too much weightlifting was known to lift a nigga’s dick off his body.
Swag was already standing next to the bar, so he took the liberty of asking Misha what she would like to drink. She pointed to the Cîroc vodka. That’s what she had had earlier. She didn’t want to make a bad impression on Swag by throwing up in front of him; that’s wasn’t sexy.
He placed ice in a rock glass and poured a nice amount of the liquor in her glass. “Did you want to drink it straight. I mean, there’s ice in it, but—”
“Oh, nah, I mean, no. Cranberry juice will be good.”
Misha tried to bring herself out of the hood and speak with a little bit of class. She could tell Swag was used to refined women, and she didn’t want to miss out on her golden opportunity to be with him in whatever way he wanted her to be. Misha was going to go hard, or she was going to go home. She didn’t know what her girls were getting into, but she had her mind set on getting in to Swag, or letting Swag get into her, whichever came first.
Swag handed her the drink he had made for her. She tasted it. It was real good and strong, just the way she liked her dick.
“So what do you do?”
Misha almost choked on her drink when the question was posed to her. Should she tell him that she fucked niggas for a living? Hell, no! She gave him a seductive look. “Since you brought me all the way up here, I think I should be asking you that question.”
“I’m a producer.”
I knew it! This is the nigga that’s gon’ make it happen for me. I can feel it! Misha didn’t want Swag to see her get too excited. She didn’t know what type of producer he was, but it didn’t really matter to her.
Sitting down on the red velvet love seat that rested in a corner of the suite, she wished she had worn a skirt. Then she could have really given him something to look at. But Misha was really feeling what she had on. The leather snakeskin outfit showed off her figure. The tightness of her jacket made her waist look extra small, and her pants made her ass look double the size it really was.
“I like that suit. You all up in that shit. Yeah, I like that a lot. It’s real fly.”
“Thank you very much,” she said, blushing. She thought he must have been reading her mind.
Swag reminded Misha of June. She put it in the back of her mind to call June. She still hadn’t answered his question on whether she wanted to be his girl or not. Ironically, she had been giving it some thought in the past couple of weeks, but now that she was looking at an upgraded version, she was glad that she hadn’t yet answered him.
He came and sat down next to her on the love seat. She was sure he had a bunch of bitches trying to get with him, but for real, with her walk, talk, and swagger Misha knew them other bitches didn’t have nothing on her. But she still wanted to make sure that she set herself apart from all of the rest of the women that were vying for Swag’s attention.
“You look like you could be in videos,” Swag told her.
“Be careful, Swag. Compliments will get you everywhere.” Misha, a sultry smile on her face, stirred her drink with her finger and then placed her finger in her mouth and swirled her tongue around her finger, her glossed lips pouted around her finger. She pretended that her finger was Swag’s dick as she sucked lightly on the tip.
Misha knew how the business worked. Females usually fucked their way into the music video industry. So why pretend?
“So, Swag, what kind of producer are you?”
“I’m a music producer. I do beats for a lot of the up-and-coming artists in the industry. Right now, we’re working on DiViNCi’s project.”
“Word? That nigga is hot. He’s underground though. I didn’t know he was signed.” Misha followed the underground hip-hop scene heavily and started naming a bunch of the mix tapes she’d heard him spit on.
“No doubt, no doubt. Yeah, he been doing his thing underground for a minute, but he just got signed and we about to drop his first video.”
Swag was impressed that Misha actually knew who DiViNCi was. Not many females did. He had been working with DiViNCi for over two years and was very involved in his project. Swag was really feeling Misha’s style as well as her looks. He could tell that she was a bit rough around the edges, but with the right nigga behind her, he thought she had the potential to be a star.
“So, you wanna be in it?” Swag asked.
Misha definitely had the look that would keep DiViNCi’s fans eyes glued to the television screen. The budget that they had for the video wasn’t as large as Swag was used to working with, so he couldn’t get the chicks in the industry that he really wanted. But with Misha, he figured he could give her a few thousand dollars and he would have her gorgeous face in the video. Swag didn’t know about Misha being DiViNCi’s love interest. He wanted that starring role all to himself.
“Who me?” Misha asked, wanting to piss in her pants.
“Yeah, you.” Swag smiled his winning smile at her.
“Well, I guess, I mean, if you want me to,” Misha said, trying to play off her utter disbelief. What? I don’t have to fuck this dude to be in the video? He can’t be for real . . . Dreams don’t come true this easily, do they? But, wait, I wanna fuck this dude.
“Why don’t I give you a down payment for the job, so you’ll know that I’m a man of my word, and that I mean business,” he said, looking intensely into Misha’s eyes.
Their eyes locked and her heart melted from the sincere look in his eyes. Misha felt as though she had to be dreaming. The whole entire evening was too good to be true. She wanted to literally pinch herself, but she didn’t want Swag to know she was feeling so out of pocket.
When Swag reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred-dollar bills, Misha’s pretty brown eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. She tried to remain as calm as she could, but it was getting harder and harder.
Swag counted off one thousand dollars and handed it to her, and she didn’t hesitate to take it. She could pay off a few of her credit cards with the gwap he had just given her. Fearing he would change his mind and take the money back, she hurried up and placed the money in her front pocket. She wanted her favorite thing in the world, money, to be close to her favorite part of her body, her pussy.
Misha never wanted this night to end. She was feeling Swag in a major way. He was tricking on her like a true baller. She wanted his attention, and a whole lot more.
“So you’ll do it?”
“Is the video all you want me to do?”
Swag wanted Misha bad. He wanted to fuck her as soon as he’d laid eyes on her. He had locked her into the video. Now it was time for him to have her legs in a lock. And her question left the air wide open for him to stake his claim. Normally, he didn’t like to mix business with pleasure, but he was more than willing to make an exception in Misha’s case.
Misha didn’t know how it all had happened so fast. The last thing she remembered was them sitting together on the love seat. Now they were now on the floor, their naked bodies floating on the plush red carpet.
She opened her legs wider and wider as Swag kept blessing her with solid strokes of his dick. Her hands caressed the softness and hardness of his beautiful dark chocolate skin as sh
e slid her hands up and down his strong back.
Swag touched Misha in places no man had ever touched her before, mainly her heart. Her body began to shudder under his. She climaxed simply from the thought of Swag and he being the cool-ass nigga he was.
He climaxed too, from the feeling of her sweet-ass pussy, and they held each other close after their escapade. Both Misha and Swag were silent. No words needed to be said.
This night was the best night of Misha’s life, and she owed it all to her girl Whakelah.
MAKIN’ MOVES
“Y’all bitches straight left me in the club!” Whakelah puffed on the blunt that LaShawn had rolled for them. She was seeing her homegirls for the first time since that crazy night two weeks ago.
“Shit, I’m the one who had to set it off in that muthafucka. That bitch thought she was gon’ get the best of me. I beat the shit out of that bitch! Y’all missed it,” LaShawn told her girls, as she unpacked her new dishes.
Misha took the blunt from Whakelah. “I can’t take y’all bitches nowhere!”
The night at Club Mansion had been a wild one. Once LaShawn had gotten thrown out of the club, she ended up taking a cab up to Harlem to cop the bundle of coke she needed. The city never slept, so she had no problem finding what she needed at four in the morning. She rented a hotel room on 145th Street and Amsterdam Avenue and bagged her shit up.
She could have called Misha and asked her to stay at her crib, so she could save some money, but she decided against it. Whakelah’s crib wasn’t even a thought in LaShawn’s mind, with her having the kids there. Plus, LaShawn had meant what she said about doing everything on her own.
The same day that LaShawn had started selling coke, her money had doubled. The day after that, her money had tripled, and she was able to persuade one of the managers of Webster Projects to rent her a studio apartment.
Slowly, she was getting her shit together. It made her feel good to know that she didn’t need anybody’s help to get her own place.
Misha had left with Swag the night of the party and had pretty much been tied to his hip ever since. She had been chilling with him at his crib in Long Island a lot. He was getting her prepared for her debut in DiViNCi’s video.
Misha was going to be the leading lady in the video, and had been bragging about it ever since she had gotten to LaShawn’s new apartment.
She was still sneaking in a client here and there. Whakelah’s lawyer was a must-do, but Swag was making it almost impossible for her to serve her clients in the manner she was used to. It didn’t bother her one bit. She didn’t miss fucking those broke-ass niggas she’d been dealing with.
Swag was treating her better than anyone ever had before. She had been shopping twice since she had been dealing with him. He had taken her to Macy’s and let her pick out whatever she wanted. He gave her money without her having to ask for it. Swag was holding her down crazy.
Misha was still curious to know what Clutch had been up to. She hadn’t been able to reach him lately, and he hadn’t called her either. Even with what Swag was peeling off, Clutch’s money would always be good with her.
She had been receiving madd calls from June, but was ignoring them.
Whakelah was no closer to her dream of her reality show than she had been before the party at Club Mansion. She had a similar experience with yet another executive producer that Tank had introduced her too, but she didn’t bother to curse this one out, she simply threw her drink in his face and walked off.
Whakelah then decided that she was going to enjoy the rest of her time at Club Mansion. After all, it was the first time she had actually made it inside of one of her cousin’s A-list parties. So after three more drinks, she let herself go and partied like a rock star.
When it was all over, her cousin Tank, had to literally carry her four blocks to where his car was parked, drive her home, and then carry her up to her apartment. He went through hell trying to find her keys, but he finally did and was able to put her to bed. Whakelah woke up later on that afternoon with her mother and kids standing over her, yelling for her to get up.
Whakelah was still trying to figure out how she was going to come up with the six thousand dollars her lawyer said she needed to make her case go away. Whakelah was very grateful to Misha for getting her a lawyer and paying for him with what she did best. Whakelah had to admit, Misha used what she had, to get what she wanted and she was starting to see that there was nothing really wrong with that. In fact, she was starting to see there had to be something very right about what she was doing because she was getting everything that she wanted. Maybe I have been going about my hustle all wrong.
“So what? You think you Lauren London or somebody now?” LaShawn took a long pull off the blunt.
“Man, please. Why is everybody bugging out so hard ’cause I’m getting this opportunity?”
LaShawn looked at Whakelah, who looked at the floor.
Misha thought they would be happy for her. They both knew how much she always talked about wanting to be in videos. They saw her dancing and watching herself in the mirror for years, wishing she could be on the screen and be seen by millions of hip-hop lovers. The fact that it was really happening was incredible, and she couldn’t understand why her girls were reacting this way.
“That’s fucked up. I thought y’all was my girls! Y’all know how much we all want to get up out of the hood. Well, we can get out now,” Misha told them.
“Nah, seems more like you can get out now,” LaShawn said.
Misha peeped LaShawn’s actions more than her words. LaShawn’s eyes had hatred in them. Misha really didn’t want to see it, but it couldn’t be denied. LaShawn’s jealousy was becoming a problem.
LaShawn didn’t even realize she was jealous of Misha. These newfound emotions had somehow risen to the brim of her brain. She didn’t want to be jealous of her very good friend. She had never been the jealous type, but for some reason she found herself envying Misha. She envied her looks, her perfect shape, and she envied the fact that Misha always seemed to be in a relationship with a man who wanted to be with her all the time. Plus, Misha’s size nine was a total contrast to LaShawn’s size sixteen. And although the niggas loved to make comments about LaShawn’s humongous ass, that was all they seemed to be interested in. Nothing more.
Misha’s phone rang. She pulled her new Sprint BlackBerry out of her new brown Gucci signature bag that Swag had paid sixteen hundred dollars for on the day he had taken her shopping at Macy’s, and answered it.
LaShawn and Whakelah peeped the bag, and the phone. They then looked their best friend up and down and noticed that everything that she had on was brand-new.
This ho really lucked up this time. She fucked around and got herself a winner, Whakelah was happy for Misha. She had wanted her friend to find one man to settle down with, and maybe Swag was that man.
The only reason she was somewhat hatin’ on Misha was because Misha had gone shopping and bought a bunch of new clothes and Whakelah’s name was nowhere in any of the bags. She had to silently check herself. She thought about all of the times that she had gone on shopping sprees and had never bought either one of her friends a damn thing. The only difference was, Misha was spending Swag’s money, while Whakelah had always been spending her own money.
When Misha got off the phone, she was back to her happy self. She had been invited back out to Swag’s house in Long Island. He was sending one his boys to pick her up. Swag didn’t care one bit that she lived in Webster Projects.
Misha had asked Whakelah and LaShawn if they wanted to ride out with her. Yeah, they were acting fucked up, but they were her girls, and she wanted them to meet Swag so they could see why she was so crazy about him. She was also hoping that Swag had some friends that could dick her girls down. In Misha’s opinion, they both needed some dick so they could take the edge off their attitudes.
“So we finally get to meet the infamous Swag, huh,” Whakelah said.
“Yeah, finally,” Misha said,
blushing.
“Oh, Lord, look at Miss Sensitivity over here, actin’ all sappy and shit,” LaShawn said, teasing Misha.
“Whatever, LaShawn, when you see him, you’ll understand.”
“Oh, yes, I must see this nigga that got yo’ ass all wound up like one of those cheap-ass toys they be selling on the sidewalk for five dollars.”
“Fuck you, LaShawn!”
“That’s all you know how to say and do, huh?”
“It works for me!”
Whakelah wasn’t paying either one of them any mind. She was too excited. She had heard about some of the phat houses in Long Island, but she had never seen them Whakelah had family in Queens, and to her, they were living large, but she had never been to Long Island before. She had heard that some of the rich and famous people of New York lived out in Long Island.
Whakelah called her Mom to see if she would keep her kids for the evening. After her mother agreed to keep them, she told the girls that she would be right back and jetted to her apartment, which was four floors below LaShawn’s new apartment, to get ready. Misha lucked up. Shit! Whakelah thought maybe she could very well luck up too if she put on a little makeup and some brand-new clothes of her own, which she had plenty of.
While going through her bedroom closet to find an outfit to wear out to Swag’s crib, Whakelah couldn’t help but marvel at the abundance of clothes she had accumulated during her shopping sprees. All of the closets in her apartment were filled to capacity with a bunch of designer labels.
Whakelah’s hands touched on a host of clothing from Baby Phat, Rocawear, Apple Bottoms, and House of Deréon, all still with the tags on them. It was at that very moment when a light bulb went off in her head. That’s it! I could sell all of my brand-new clothes to get the money I need!
Whakelah returned to LaShawn’s new apartment decked out in a cream Rocawear knit, hooded mini dress trimmed with gold piping. She had on a pair of metallic gold Baby Phat heels with a peek-a-boo toe. And she carried her large gold Rocawear sack bag. She knew she was looking good and couldn’t wait for her homegirls to see her.
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