He looked at her,
"What you stalking me? And that's your peoples, why she gotta be a bitch?"
"Nigga stalk you? Don't flatter yourself. I came for two reasons; I need some dick and some money. And you have both."
She stood up and took off her pants, then her shirt. Peter got hard staring at her in her pink lace bra and panty set. After today I ain't fucking with her no more. Peter tried to convince himself.
"Oh and she's a bitch because I said so. That's my cousin; I can call her what I want."
Peter walked over to her, "shut up" he said and then pushed her on the couch. The two made passionate sex all night.
If don’t make dollars it don’t make sense….
Chapter 4
When Savanna told her guy about the business proposal Diesel offered, and how she did not have any girls in mind to do the party with her, he came up with an plan of his own. He and Savanna would go to the club on her off day to pick the girls and approach them with the proposition himself. No way was he going to allow them to miss out on some real paper because she was too selfish to ask any of the girls for help. Although he’d been to the club over a hundred times watching the same girls shake they asses, and in his mind he knew who would be a good candidate to get the job done, he decided to get Savanna involved, give her some say as to who she could bare to work with and who was flat out of the question. So on her day off from the club, the two of them went together on a stripper scout.
A young dark skin girl with an oversized booty had just finished her show. White-Girl went to ask her guy what he thought of her and got sidetracked. She turned up her nose as she watched her co-worker walk in like she was all that and a bag of chips.
Yay-Yay, better known as Delicious when stepping into the Starz Gentlemen Club, is one confident black bitch and White-Girl couldn't stand her. It wasn't a secret that the bitch was shady. No shady is an understatement; the bitch is straight cut throat. From what White-Girl witnessed she's the type that wants what she wants and won’t stop at nothing to get it. So you know the winch didn't have a problem with stealing her co-workers clients from right in front of them. She seen her do it numerous of times. That was not what she had against her. Business is business, there is always somebody better then you, somebody trying to compete against you and somebody that can and will steal what you have in a blink of an eye. That's why you had to be on point at all times, alert, and aware of the competition so when they strike you can stop them. Even if you can't stop them you gotta give them one hell of a fight otherwise you’re fucked. They are going to take it all. When White-Girl came to the club three months ago she came already trained and with her mind on green. She was schooled years ago by her home girl, Mercedes, on how to get it. Mercedes taught her that green talks and bullshit walks. She told her that when doing anything, do it with a purpose. She worked the club and fucked with a few dudes after hours to help stack enough money to move out on her own comfortably. She had only been out of jail for about a year; she had a little money saved, but not enough to say that she was on her feet. Her guy could think all he wanted that he had a bimbo on his team. She's nowhere near it. She might look like Pamela Anderson but she is far from a dumb blonde. Just like he had her on his team for a purpose, she played for his team for a purpose. Both of their motives are to use the other to make money. White-Girl could have tried to make money on her own, but she felt in a new city: “Home of The Angels”, she needed protection; especially doing what she did. She met ol' boy a few months after she got out of jail. She was working as a waitress over at Roscoe's. She was attracted to him the first day he tried to holler. She always had a thing for black guys and he's attractive so that was a bonus. He got extra points because of his swag; a bad boy with charm. He kind of reminded her of a guy she once loved, a guy that by accident rescued her from the fucked up hand of life she was dealt. Within a year of being with him, his grimy, powder head ass was starting to disgust her and she couldn't wait until she came up with a master plan and or stacked enough paper to get away from him.
In the meantime, he was her “Daddy” and she was not about to allow a sassy, grimy, envious ghetto girl take him from her. That was the main reason why she couldn't stand Delicious. The bitch was disrespectful. It did not take a rocket scientist to know that the dude that picked her up and dropped her off at the club was more than a client. That bitch, Delicious, knew that, she just didn't give a damn and thought that White-Girl would sit quietly and watch her flirt with her dude, whenever she thought he was looking. She was fooled. She learned that when the waitress walked over, handed her dude a glass of cognac and then pointed over at Delicious to let him know who sent it. White-Girl got up from her seat. She slowly walked over to where Delicious was sitting with her friend Paris. She spoke to Paris and Paris spoke back. Delicious acted like she didn't see her walk over to the table. White -Girl walked over to her, leaned down and whispered in her ear,
"That drink you sent over to my man, you’re going to need that to calm your nerves when I'm done.”
Delicious moved her head away from White-Girl and gave her a look that said, bitch please. White-Girl smiled and whispered the words, “I can show you better than I can tell you.”
White-Girl walked over to the DJ booth. She smiled at him. He smiled back and threw his head up. The two was cool, he was the reason the owner gave her a chance to try out and prove that "Whatever a black girl can do she can do it too, if not better." The DJ stepped out the booth and walked down to see what she wanted. She had to want something. She was standing there. When the DJ approached her she motioned him to lean forward so she could whisper in his ear the nature of her visit. She then held up a hundred dollar bill. He looked at her debating if he wanted to risk being chewed out by the other girls or go home with some extra cash. "Money talks, bullshit walks" is what White-Girl thought when he took the bill from her hand. She then sashayed back over toward her table. She made sure she added some spunk to her runway model walk when she passed by Delicious. She grabbed her bag and whispered in her guy’s ear. He gave her a nod and she headed for the dressing room. She walked to her locker, pulled out her key and opened up the locker. "If you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready." She thought and she undressed down to her black thong with the matching bustier. After she put her street clothes into her locker, she grabbed her smell goods and put some on. She then touched up her make-up and waited for the DJ to play her song.
Inside the club the lights went dim and the beat from Ciara's song Ride It surfaced throughout the building
"I'm going to fuck him up." Yay said when she heard her song. She added, "I know none of these amateurs ain't trying to work my song."
"Okayy..........................................................." Paris said.
The DJ announced,
“White-Girl is about to show us how she ride. Y'all niggas ready for this?"
Paris and Delicious looked at each other and then at the stage. White-Girl walked out with a red Trench coat on and a pair of stilettos. She was lip singing the lyrics to the song as she dropped her coat to the floor:
"I can do it big I can do it long...I can do it whenever or however you want..."
She twirled her hips round and round in slow motion. She switched the rotation and wiggled like a snake all the way to the floor… She dropped to her knees and positioned herself like she was sitting on a hard Pogo Stick.
"I can do it up and down I can do it in circles...." She sang as she moved her body matching the lyrics.
That bitch doing it Paris thought to herself.
White-Girl looked at Delicious and nodded her head up and down like, yeah bitch."
Making sure she bounced her ass extra hard she quickly got up off the ground. Still staring at Delicious she rotated her body, pointed at herself and sang ,
"I market it so gooood..... they can't wait to... try... I I I… Meh… Aaaa…I work it so gooood.... Man, these niggas tryna buy… I I I I… me.....He like the way I rid
e it...!!!"
Dat part right there was the truth. White-girl already had a large fan base but the shit she was doing had them niggas head’s spinning. They were throwing money. A few girls that worked there were even cheering for her; some threw her money just to fuck with Delicious. They was happy somebody out did that bitch. White-Girl continued to work the song. Close to the end, she made her way over to her guy, again she looked at Delicious. This time Delicious ignored her. White-Girl still did her thang..."
He like the way I ride it...He like the way I ride it..." She sang while giving her guy a lap dance.
The song ended and the crowed gave her a round of applause. On her way back to the stage to collect her winnings she walked back pass Delicious, bent over close enough so she could hear her,
"whatever you can do there is a white bitch that can do it better." She said, snapped her fingers twice and walked off.
Love all over me……
Chapter 5
Jazz walked in the house high on love. She enjoyed a wonderful day with Peter at Santa Monica Pier. Peter won her teddy bears; they rode the Ferris wheel, took pictures, and walked on the beach holding hands. Jazz listened while Peter apologized for the way he'd been acting. He also told her that he thought about it and he should have checked the dude in Culver City for coming at her like she was a rat. She told him it was okay, but he better speak up if anything like that happened again. They kissed. She could feel Peter’s friend rise in his pants. She smiled and told him one more month. Peter sighed and stepped back. He looked at her and told her that she was beautiful and how he admired her for keeping her goodies off limits until she was ready. He also told her that he appreciated, and felt honored that she was going to allow him to take away her pureness. Chills ran through Jazz when she thought about it. She enjoyed the oral sex, but she couldn't wait until her baby blew her back out as Yay-Yay would say. Thinking about Yay-Yay, Jazz thought she may as well tell Peter how she felt.
"Peter I know you consider Yay-Yay as family." - She noticed his eye brow rise. - She continued, "but I think the girl has a crush on you." She paused and waited for Peter’s response. To her surprise he didn't defend Yay-Yay like he did in the past. He must feel the same way Jazz thought. She took a deep breath.
"Peter. I don't want my cousin working for you."
"What?" Peter blurted. He wasn't expecting to hear that one. Unsure of how to respond to Jazz’ request, Peter charmed her. He pulled her close to him, kissed her soft lips and said,
"Let’s not mess up tonight talking about Yay-Yay or any other female; it’s me and your time."
She smiled and nodded to agree.
"Can we talk about it later, she asked Pete.
He told her yes, later, but not now. Then they kissed again.
Later that night they ended back up at his place. Once the two got their buzz on, Peter started by pleasuring Jazz and to his surprise it ended with her pleasuring him. Although she wasn’t experienced with performing oral sex like Yay was, Peter focused on who was doing it and how much he loved and appreciated her. He wasn't able to bust, but that was okay. He still enjoyed every minute of her attempt to please him. Around 2am Peter dropped Jazz off at home.
Before day break on Friday morning………
Peter pulled his silver 745 in front of the black iron gate that lead to the entrance of his driveway. He put his car in park, got out and unlocked his gate. He walked back to his car, got in, shut the door and pulled into his driveway. He cut his car off and sat there for a minute. A smile crept across his face when he thought about Jazz and how she tried to please him. He puffed his chest out thinking about how he had a young tender that was still a virgin, smart, pretty and loved him like no other. She's definitely someone he would want to wife in the future. She was one of the only ones that accepted him for him. And he loved her for that. The only problem he had was having his ego stroked. That's why he fucked around with the hood rats and gold diggers they catered to his ego. They made him feel like he was the man, a king. They were impressed with his status. Jazz cared nothing about that. All she cared about was that he was her man. Status, money, cars was never the reason she chose to be in love with Peter. And he knew that. I promise I’m going to do right by her as soon as she let me break her in. Peter thought. The sounds of E40’s Tell Me When to Go broke Peter out of his thoughts. He looked in his rearview mirror and noticed Sabrina getting out of a black Yukon. A different nigga every other night, Peter thought to his self as he got out the car and walked toward the gate to lock it.
"What's up, Peter?" Sabrina said as she crossed the street.
"Come here, Sabrina." He called out.
With no questions asked, she sashayed over to Peter. He checked her out. She was slutty-looking good. She wore a white halter mini dress and a pair of red stilettos, to match her fire engine red hair. Just looking at her, Peter got hard. It was something about them light skin ghetto girls that turned him on.
“Ain't it too late for you to be out?" Peter teased.
"I'm grown." Sabrina shot back. "Anyway, what's up?" she asked.
"You wanna smoke something?"
"I don't smoke." She frowned her lips and looked him up and down real quick. "But if you got something to drink I'm with that. I'm going to need a buzz to block out my granny bitching."
She looked over at her house.
"I know she ain't sleep."
Peter unlocked his front gate.
"Come on."
Sabrina took two steps into the yard and before Peter could shut the gate good, the driver of the Yukon swooped up in front of his house. A brown skin dude, with cornrows jumped out with a pistol in his hand. His eyes were on Sabrina and his gun was pointed at Peter. The nigga was smooth. That's because he was a gangster first and a pimp second.
"Bitch, you think this a game?"
Sabrina held her hands in a surrender position and shook her head no. She was more in shock then scared. He then looked at Peter.
"What you had planned with my bitch?"
Peter’s punk ass was scared as shit and it was written in his voice and on his face. He never did no fighting or shooting. He really didn't have problems. He was a cool cat. Any problems he had Ken would handle them for him. Peter swallowed hard. He stared at the barrel of the gun. Slowly he answered,
"Nothing. We was going to have a drink. It ain't even like that."
Old boy then looked back at Sabrina.
"How much you charge him?"
"We… We… Charge him, for what?"
He walked over to Sabrina and Bow: Slapped the shit out of her causing her to fall on her ass. He then kicked her in her right leg.
“You think this shit a game?” He scolded her.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.” She said.
He looked at her and frowned.
"Get up bitch."
She held her face and continued to sit there on the ground. She was in shock; she was scared to move. When she didn't do as he said, he picked her up by her hair. She let out a light scream.
"Don't make me fuck you up. Shut your mouth and go get in the truck."
She wanted to tell him she had to go in the house. She'd been gone for two days. The only reason why her granny hadn’t filled out a missing persons report is because she had been calling her, telling her she was alright. Sabrina felt in her gut that her fast ways had caught up with her. Her granny was right. She done got herself in some shit she couldn't get out of. Sabrina did as she was told and walked to the truck and got in it.
I gotta get away from this nigga, but I’m scared. How about he kills me like he said?
She thought about the night she told him that she wanted to be his, and when he agreed to claim her, he warned her that if she ever gave his pussy away she better get some money for it. He also told her if she ever tried to leave he would kill her. He only let her check in with her granny to keep the police off his back.
Peter didn't know what to think. He didn't know if he should have remo
rse for Sabrina or be scared for his life.
I should have taken my ass in the house. Ken said my dick was going to be the death of me. Shit I pictured dying in some pussy because it was just that good, but not getting killed over it.
"I'm sorry homey." Peter said.
Old boy gave Peter a once over. His gear was on point. He then looked in the yard at the 745 and Cadillac truck. Either he had money or he was flossing. Whatever it was, he was going to break bread or get fucked up.
He looked at Peter.
"You see that's my bitch. My property. Looking is alright. I see you looking when I dropped her off, and I was cool with that. It’s when you trespass that causes a problem."
"I never…!"
The pimp put his hand to his lips to hush Peter.
"Don’t talk unless you are asked.”
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