The other man

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" Trey, wassup boo? You trying to kick it? " I ask sitting across from him on his expensive ass sofa. He smiled and came and sat and pulled me on his lap.

" Im trying to do something " He says with that naughty grin. Trey was fine as hell. Tall, dark buff thugger Chris Brown looking motherfucker. He had shit going on. Plus his bank account was FAT! He aint Got NO Worries at all! Neither did I when I was with him cause he took care of a bitch without a doubt. He knew how to treat me. If I wasn't tricking this hard Trey would be the type of nigga I would be with. But, hell nah ya girl got to hustle hard. You know what Im saying?

I turned around so that I was facing him. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. " Damn mah, why you always seem to get me open? You know I don't play that shit " He says. He was a real nigga. Real Thug nigga. Caring for a bitch like me...but who fault was that? He fell him ownself. He should've known better. Im just out to get mines. At whatever the coast is. I want it all.

" Damn, bae what im going to do with you? " He ask. I just smiled at him and continued to kiss on him.

" Lace me up. You know can't no other bitch do you better then me, Trey. " I say. He chuckled lightly.

" Oh for real? Lace you up? Gon' head and strip while I make it rain then ma " I got up to follow his orders and started doind a strip tease.

Soon big face 100's was flying down on me. He sure made shit rain.

This is what boss bitches do......Get money!

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I had hella fun with Trey that night and my pockets was definitely fat. Damn he make a sister wanna settle down and have a few of his kids. Ha wishful dreaming chyna jones will never be nobodys mother. This money is to good for all that only dumb broads get knocked up , and have kids . That's just how I think I seen my mama have four kids and none of my siblings fathers were there. I seen my mama cry count less times screaming god why ?. I told myself I wouldn't be like her , I will not stress myself out over a nigga. But I sure will play em like a deck of cards. On to the next trick.

Laying in my king size bed I heard my phone ring it was not the time for this. I have to be up bright and early shit tricking is like a nine to five if not worst you have to put up with the begging you to stay shit. Its crazy , but I love every minute of it.

" who this ? " I ordered to know.

" who you think it is ? Get ready im picking you up in five. Don't have me waiting "

I hung up and jumped out of bed it was time to get this paper.

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