The Game Changer

Chapter 1

Well, another Friday night. Stuck in the house again. I was lying across the bed, watching Papi get dressed. He was taking Skittles and Neesie out tonight. His homeboy Black kept walking in asking was I jealous. Why? Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Lisha. Not short for anything. My parents were young when I was born so they thought it was "hip." But my street name was "Laya." Why do I have a street name? Because at the rightful age of 23 I met and fell in love with Papi. We met on a dating app called Badoo. I just knew he wasn't a real person. I never seen anyone in our town who looked as good as him. He stood about 6 feet tall.He was mixed with Black, Dominican, and German. His hair was naturally wavy. He had a street swag. Always in urban gear. And he kept a snap back on. He was pimp but when we first started talking on the net, he told me he was a party promoter. Well he does that too. He is also in the pharmaceutical business.Long story short, after our first night together, he was hooked. But so was I.I just never showed it. 

Months later, he moved me into his house and introduced me to his real life, and his habits. It's days I look in the mirror and can't believe I live this life. But I'm happy. A little cocaine habit never hurt anyone, right? See I'm not his bottom bitch. I'm his actual girlfriend. I only work when it is deemed necessary. And I come at a very high price. You want to be seen in public with me, you're giving Papi at least $10,000 and that doesn't include your bill for the night. You want me to please you sexually. Well let's just say, my Daddy taught me to never settle for less and Papi came in and made sure I got what I was worth. Or at least close to it. Last month, during the CIAA conference, I got to hang out with professional ball players. Let's just say our mortgage is good for at least a year and Papi is turning the garage into my own closet until we find a bigger house. What can I say? I didn't choose this life. Papi chose it for me. 

But anyway, back to the present. Skittles and Neesie currently live in our house. Skittles is a girl we found working on Back Page. She swore she only stripped and slept with white men and Asians. Neesie is actually my younger cousin. She been sleeping with men for money since she was about 15.Might as well get paid good money for it right? Skittles is also vying for my spot. But it's not going to happen. Last night she gave Papi head in the bathroom while she thought I was sleeping. I heard every sucking sound. I heard him call her whore, dummy, and bitch. I heard him take the condom off and flush it. Nice try. I'm here to stay. But why am I in the house tonight? Because the good, ole mayor of our lovely city raped me and want Papi and I to let it go.Nope. Not going to happen. See he threw a fundraiser. He called Papi and asked for a few girls. I went along as Papi's date because, well hell, I look good.It was business casual. So, I wore a long pinstriped skirt with a split up to mid-thigh. I had on a cute red halter that tied around the neck plus the matching jacket to the skirt that zipped up. Yes, we can keep it classy. Papi was dressed in a pinstriped Gucci suit. It was tailored to fit his thin frame perfectly. As we walked around the venue and just watched, the plan was to leave two of the girls with our bodyguard and let the mayor handle his business. But, as the event came to a close, the mayor let us know he had other plans. He pulled Papi and I to the side and let us know, he wanted me. For the whole night. And his car would bring me home in the morning. And that was when this night took its fateful turn....