3 Years Later
Jessica
I hate this place, I hate this man, and I hate my life.
"You like that daddy?" I said, while slow grinding on his lap and feeling his small, yet growing erection between my cotton boy shorts and his denim jeans. "Ahhh, yes babeh. Mmm.. That's enough, Cookie." William (Mostly known as Will) groaned as he softly patted my round bottom. I hated my nickname. I hated it even more bcause he could never get it right. Strippers, prostitutes, and escorts that knew me in this game called me Oreo, because of my Caucasion and African American background.
I stood up from his lap, adjusting my red, lacey boy shorts, so that I can pull up my gray Obey sweatpants. With my white, black, red and white Minnie Mouse sweatshirt, blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, and chilling with no makeup on - I still looked good.
"Three more months, Cookie. And your escorting days are over."
Just as I began to walk away, when he said those words, my heart dropped into my stomach. Will was referring to me turning 22 on June 17th.
Whenever an escort turns 22, she turns into an official prostitute. Will believed that anyone below the age of 22 wasn't experienced enough. So, he chose to wait until the girl's 22nd birthday to ruin her life.
On that very day, the day I'm supposed to go clubbing with my friends, Issy and Lollipop to celebrate my growing of age, Will is making me have sex with his 17 year old nephew, Marcus. I truly hate this kid, with a very, deep ass passion. He's always calling the girls in the house prostitutes and whores. Although, most of them were, he didn't have to remind us. I heard he was a virgin and wanted to lose it before he left for FAMU in May. I'm not looking forward to having sex with this bum ass clown. But, out of all people, why did he choose me?
"Cookie?!" Will screamed while smacking me across my face, knocking me onto the floor and out of my thoughts. I held my hand over my sore, red cheek as I stood on my feet again.
Sad to say, I'm used to him hitting me. It happens so much the sting that I used to have after it happening didn't seem to faze me like it used to. I know I should do or say something, but if I do - he'll kill me. Literally. Will is always strapped up with his 9mm and he got niggas that'll shoot even if he shoot him the wrong look. I do wanna take that risk.
"Yes?" I asked, with a slight sound of annoyance in my voice.
"Lose ya attitude, lil girl." He stated while forcefully stuffing $15 down my bra then patting my shirt. "I need you to take out the trash and go buy the super stretchy condoms and some heat lubricant. I want you back here within 20 minutes and don't you even dare try to run away because I will find you." He stated while pointing his short, meaty finger at me.
When he said that, chiils went down my spine. I seen what he does to the girls that run awaya nd I dont want to end up in that category. Very few are able to run away while others aren't alive to see the next day.
"Hey!" William yelled. "Go on girl! You ain't got much time to waste. You hoes think y'all bossin' shit around here. I'm the king! I'm the HNIC! I'm the real..." I walked away as he continued to bitch about how big and bad he was while clapping his hands together, making me more annoyed. I hated when he spoke to me like I was a dog or a child. Although, I never had the balls to tell him that.
I headed towards my room that I shared with my bestie Isabella, or known as Issy, my daughter, Bonnie, and my friend Lola. Theses 3 people are the only ones that I truly love, the onlys ones that I truly care about, besides my mother, Lucinda.
My mother is in jail for stabbing my father years ago. I never knew why though. Maybe he cheated or maybe he got drunk and hit her again. My father was a horrible father to me and my 3 siblings, and a sorry excuse for a husband. I remember him selling his wife and kids for heroin and a pund of cocaine. Well, lets say he tried.
I miss my mother to the core and I should go to see her. I'm sure she'd love to see Bonnie too.
One thing that I can't share with my mother is that on my 18th birthday, I was forced to be an escort. It'll break her heart, for sure.
As I walked into my room, I spotted Issy pulling up her Victoria Secret lace panties then buttoning up her dark blue denim button up shirt. I know she just finished a "private session" by the way the sheets on the bed were messed up and how the aroma of sex lingered in the room. I spotted Daniel, one of Issy's clients, pulling out a his wallet and handing Issy $3,000.
Daniel had appointments with every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday - the days his wife was away for work. I don't understand what she sees in him. She's goregous with caramel skin, full pink lips, and a curvy body, yet she settles for a wanna be mack daddy with a fake gold tooth and a side kick.
"Hello gawgeous." he cheesed exposing his his fake, gold tooth along with his rows of crooked teeth. He also had a Alabama accent. I love country boys, but his voice is quite annoying. Sounds like he's still going through puberty, it gets high at times. I gave him a fake smile as I zoomed past him. I almost coughed at how heavy his cheap cologne intertwined with my nose.
As I bended down to grab my wheat colored Uggs, I felt a set of eyes on my ass. I rolled my eyes as I sat on the edge of my bed to put my boots on. Daniel knows he can't hit. Plus he smashes my bestfriend on the regular. That's just nasty.
"Hey bitch." I said while adjusting my bra strap. "Wassup thottie?" Issy asked while walking towards me fixing her bun. "Girl, I gotta go run these errands for Will. Good thing he gave me extra cash, I have to feed Bonnie." I sighed. "That's sad you didn't think I was able to feed my own goddaughter, she's already fed and was put to bed an hour ago." Issy jokingly bragged with a big grin across her face.
That's why I loved this girl. She took care of me and my daughter, she supported us, and she'll beat a bitch's ass if necessary, just for me. She been my ROD since I first came into this place, and she'll be my bitch until I die. I was relieved to have a friend like her. In this business you need somebody that has your back and someone you can trust. Nowadays, its hard to find somebody real out there.
I started thinking about my escort expiration date. It was coming way too soon and I needed to leave. Now. I only have $50,000 right now and I can't get a job with my kind of name, nor can I get a place with only 50g's. I have no where to go, like I was trapped or something.
"Three months." I whispered under my breath. A tear rolled down my cheek and onto my lap. I wanted a better life. Especially for Bonnie. I don't want her to know her mother was a prostitute.
Suddenly, I felt a kiss come upon my forehead. "It's gonna be okay. Your'e not gonna be like me. Fucking around for some dolla's. I promise you that. But you should go run those errands before Will's man thong gets twisted up in a bunch." Issy stated. I slightly giggled at her comment.
Just as I was about to leave, Issy plopped down on her bed and put her money in this thick, wrinkled envelope full of money. She always puts her money in there, and I always wondered what its for.
- 10 minutes later-
This March weather is getting to me. It's freezinf and Will still expects us to walk around the streets of Atlanta in shorts. The fack?
I walked into the store at the gas station and had all eyes on me. I didn't quite care because I just wanted to get his shit and get outta this dump.
Why is it so hard to find this shit?
After spending 3 minutes to find what Will was looking for, I walked over to the cashier to check out. When I looked up, the cashier gave me a small smirk, exposing his gold grill. He gave off that "I wanna fuck" look. I can't lie, the man was fine. He resembled the singer/rapper, Kirko Bangz.
I gave him the cash, grabbed the bag, and took the recept he gave me. As I headed towards the door, I looked back as he gave me a wink. I then looked at my recept and noticed his name and number.
Rashawd ;*
404-***-****
I laughed to myself as I walked out the store. Lame nigga has no game.
I just wanted to get home to my girls and to my daughter. As I came closer to the house, some guys in the ally stared, whistled, and threw lame ass phrases at me, wanting to get in my pants. I threw them a fake smileand continued walking. Although I was known as an escort, I didn't want everyone to know that.
As I approached the house and pulled out my keys, I noticed the new girl, Janice, riding Quan, one of my old clients I used to dance for. I looked away in disgust, Another reason why I hated this house - there were no curtains. So you saw everyone's "business". Suddenly, I turned back around to the duo and noticed a tear roll down her face and land on the dirty couch. I saw desperation and pain in her eyes. Then, I remembered her 22nd birthday was two days ago, where her and Issy had a conversation where she revealed she was still a virgin.
My heart ached for her. It's a shame that someone is forced to loose their virginity for $60,000, to someone you didn't even love. I can't live this life anymore. I gotta get outta here, quick.
August
"Ahhh, shit." I moaned while Latoya's wet mouth pumped up and down on my shaft.
LaToya was my FWB. Nothin' more. nothin' less. My only problem with' LaToya is that she always tryna' trap a nigga. Shit has me blown. Nah mane, I wasn't up for that. Matter of fact, a few months ago she tried ta' fool me, talkin' 'bout she was pregnant wit' my babeh and we gone be a family. Even if she was pregnant, I wouldn't wife hea' up. I'ma just take care of my responsibility. Plus, her p*syy walls too loose to be puttin' a ring on it.
I gritted my teeth and grunted as I came down her throat. One thing I can say I like about her is her head game on lock. She kno' exactly what I like.
"Baby, when are we gonna start our family?" She said as she rised up to give me a kiss, but I declined by turning my head to the side before her lips met mine.
"Shawty, quit playin'. You know ion kiss hoes after they swallow my nut. You know betta'. But you gotta go, my neices comin' home any minute nah. I'ma fuck wit' you later."
I grabbed my wallet and handed her a crisp $500 dollar bill for a cab. I watched as a smile stretched across her face. Gold digger.
"I love you, baby." Toya squeled as she walked towards the door with her phone in her hands, dialing a numba' for a cab. "Mmmhm. Shee-it, I know. Lock tha door when you close it." I yelled so she can hear me.
I was beat and exhausted, so I needed something to calm my nerves. As I pulled out my lighter and rolled up blunt, I started thinkin' about my mama and all she's done for me.. I started thinkin' about hea' beautiful smile and her sweet smell. The advice she gave me and tha' mouth waterin' food she cooked for me on Sunday mornin's afta' church. I hope to marry somebody like hea', when the time is right.
Shit, if theres a chance in hell I'll settle down. I'm married to my paper and we ain't neva' gettin' divorced.
I suddenly wasn't in the mood to smoke anymore. I shoved my blunt and lighter back into my pocket, and turned on the television. Full House was on. Great timing, I loved this show. "That damn Michelle." I laughed as I watched he do a hilarious shimy dance. As I continued to watch the show, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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"Uncle August! Uncle August! Uncle August!"
I heard screams and hair beads jump around the room and assumed my three neices were home from school. Boy, do I luh these girls.
"Ayeee, crum snatchas." I acknowledged them as they crowded around me as I kissed upon there forheads. "How was schoo'? I asked.
"Good, can we go shopping?" The youngest one, Miyah, asked joyfully. She always wanted something wit' hea' tiny, greedy self. That's my babeh, though.
I smacked my teeth in annoyance. "Aight. then. Is that all I get? Huh?" I asked with a monster-like voice as I grabbed her little body closer to me and began to tickle her until she was out of breath. Her hysterical giggles and loud snorts filled my heart with joy.
I put her down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Aight y'all gimme a hour and I'll be ready. While I'm doin' that, y'all do y'alls homework. Aight?" I asked them and no one responded. "Aight?!" I asked in a jokingly, monster-like voice. I held my hands out and moved my finga's like I was about to tickle them. They all ran around trying the dining room to avoid me while adorable giggles filled the room. "Yes, Uncle Auggie." They said at the same time.
I'm so blessed to have the world's best neices. They make me want some kids of my own, when the time is right, but I only want them with my future wife. Only if she's out there.