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Author: Blake Karrington
or not, ever gave her a grand cash up front to hit it one time, and she didnât expect for it to happen now.
Before she could walk into the other room and say that she was just kidding around, Lamar was walking back into the room with a wad of money in his hand, counting it. He counted out $1,000, and tossed it onto the table. He counted out another $500 for a total of $1,500, and threw them bills onto the table also.
âGo find us a hotel. Get ya hair, feet, and nails done, and get a new outfit to wear tonight,â he said, tucking the remainder of the money he had into his back pocket. âLetâs make a date out of it,â he said before turning around and heading out the front door.
Falisha couldnât believe her eyes or what she just heard while looking down at the money. She didnât think that Lamar would call her bluff, but he did, and he wasnât playing any games, either. She really didnât know how to take it. Up until now, she only halfway considered herself to be a whore. She didnât want to fully admit it, but now Lamar had really made her feel like one: a high-priced whore, but nonetheless a real live whore in every sense of the word.
âShit, Iâll give dat nigga some pussy for that type of money!â Annet joked, coming into the dining room.
Falisha was still a little stuck for a second, but she eventually scooped up the money. She counted it all before folding it up and stuffing it into her pocket.
âSo, what are you gonna do?â Annet asked.
Falisha thought about it. âShit. You feel like doing a bitch hair?â she asked Annet with a smile on her face.
* * *
âDamn! You shouldnât be working here!â a voice said, catching Tammyâs attention. She looked up from the computer screen.
Her job in the customer service section of Walmart required her to be able to deal with the people, but today just wasnât her day to be friendly. She looked up with an attitude, not really in the mood for the smooth talk. She had heavier business on her plate, like how in the world she was going to pay her bills this month, especially the rent that Mr. Louis kept asking for.
âCan I help you?â she asked with frustration visible all over her face.
âNaw, I was just talkingââ
âIf it doesnât have anything to do with you returning items for a refund, I really donât feel like talking,â Tammy snapped, cutting him off. She didnât have time for any bullshit right now. The whole single mother thing was starting to take a toll on her, and things didnât look like they were going to get better anytime soon. The last thing she wanted to do was entertain somebody tryinâ to crack on her.
âLook, I am sorry if I made you upset. Here, take this,â he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a VIP card. âFind a babysitter for Friday, grab a couple of your friends, and come down to my club. Youâll sit in the VIP, and all drinks will be on the house,â he said, trying to pass her the card.
âWhat makes you think I need a babysitter?â she asked while looking at the VIP card he held out to her.
âYouâre too pretty not to have kids. Besides, I know the signs of a mother when I see them,â he said with a smile.
Tammy sat there, but didnât take the card. As bad as she needed to take a break and have some fun, she didnât feel like her rude manners toward him should have been rewarded.
He did, though, so he placed the card on her desk after she refused to take it. On that, the man simply turned and left.
Tammy couldnât believe how generous the man was after getting nothing but attitude. She grabbed the VIP card off of the desk and looked at it. It had been so long since she had been in a club atmosphere, and she didnât even recognize the name. âClub Live,â she mumbled to herself, looking at the card.
A slight moment of
Before she could walk into the other room and say that she was just kidding around, Lamar was walking back into the room with a wad of money in his hand, counting it. He counted out $1,000, and tossed it onto the table. He counted out another $500 for a total of $1,500, and threw them bills onto the table also.
âGo find us a hotel. Get ya hair, feet, and nails done, and get a new outfit to wear tonight,â he said, tucking the remainder of the money he had into his back pocket. âLetâs make a date out of it,â he said before turning around and heading out the front door.
Falisha couldnât believe her eyes or what she just heard while looking down at the money. She didnât think that Lamar would call her bluff, but he did, and he wasnât playing any games, either. She really didnât know how to take it. Up until now, she only halfway considered herself to be a whore. She didnât want to fully admit it, but now Lamar had really made her feel like one: a high-priced whore, but nonetheless a real live whore in every sense of the word.
âShit, Iâll give dat nigga some pussy for that type of money!â Annet joked, coming into the dining room.
Falisha was still a little stuck for a second, but she eventually scooped up the money. She counted it all before folding it up and stuffing it into her pocket.
âSo, what are you gonna do?â Annet asked.
Falisha thought about it. âShit. You feel like doing a bitch hair?â she asked Annet with a smile on her face.
* * *
âDamn! You shouldnât be working here!â a voice said, catching Tammyâs attention. She looked up from the computer screen.
Her job in the customer service section of Walmart required her to be able to deal with the people, but today just wasnât her day to be friendly. She looked up with an attitude, not really in the mood for the smooth talk. She had heavier business on her plate, like how in the world she was going to pay her bills this month, especially the rent that Mr. Louis kept asking for.
âCan I help you?â she asked with frustration visible all over her face.
âNaw, I was just talkingââ
âIf it doesnât have anything to do with you returning items for a refund, I really donât feel like talking,â Tammy snapped, cutting him off. She didnât have time for any bullshit right now. The whole single mother thing was starting to take a toll on her, and things didnât look like they were going to get better anytime soon. The last thing she wanted to do was entertain somebody tryinâ to crack on her.
âLook, I am sorry if I made you upset. Here, take this,â he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a VIP card. âFind a babysitter for Friday, grab a couple of your friends, and come down to my club. Youâll sit in the VIP, and all drinks will be on the house,â he said, trying to pass her the card.
âWhat makes you think I need a babysitter?â she asked while looking at the VIP card he held out to her.
âYouâre too pretty not to have kids. Besides, I know the signs of a mother when I see them,â he said with a smile.
Tammy sat there, but didnât take the card. As bad as she needed to take a break and have some fun, she didnât feel like her rude manners toward him should have been rewarded.
He did, though, so he placed the card on her desk after she refused to take it. On that, the man simply turned and left.
Tammy couldnât believe how generous the man was after getting nothing but attitude. She grabbed the VIP card off of the desk and looked at it. It had been so long since she had been in a club atmosphere, and she didnât even recognize the name. âClub Live,â she mumbled to herself, looking at the card.
A slight moment of
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