-- 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 * 𝐾.𝑉.

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 || 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭

this is a cute one but real smutty (and descriptive LMAO). it's different from von's usual roles so it was fun to write. warningggg.

AMLI LOFTS, CHICAGO.
8:47 PM.
DAYVON.

"gang where the fuck is my long lighter?" i mumbled to myself looking through my cabinets. my next client was on the way and i took a nap so i wasn't even able to prepare n shit.

some girl named nala booked the level 4 service, the full body experience. see, a nigga always had game. i always got attention from ho- women, so i decided instead of living off dirty money; i'a do sumn' a lil more legit.

having a nine-to-five is a hell nah. and so is doing construction or some shit, so i had to expand my horizons n shit.

a year ago i was in the midst of figuring out some shit but a old ass case crept up on my ass and landed me in jail for a extra 6 months. when i came out that bitch i had my babymama drive me around the city to look for jobs.

so boom, i go in a lil massage shop or whatever cause i seen they was hiring. while i was there, i seen the BADDEST bitch on one of those tables getting rubbed on.

my wheels start to turn and i asked myself, 'what if i did massages like this but way more sexy and shit. hoes want me, i'm a sexy ass nigga, why not?'

that day instead of leaving with a job, shorty at the front desk told me all the shit i need in order to start being a massage therapist.

i had took like a 4 week course, earning my certificate to do this shit forreal. it was perfect because during that time, i had sold a lil bit so i could have the money to put into the first 2 months of my rent.

if i was gon' be doing business in my crib, i can't have no lil fucked up hole in the wall. so, i brung my kids and babymama along to go apartment shopping, and i found this expensive ass downtown loft. and no me and kema ass not together.

but shit i made good ass money. fuck decent.

i liked to call myself a intimate body masseuse cause i add a lil' bit more to the service. it's basically me being yo boyfriend, feeling up on you for however long you want.

so far i haven't had no "accidents" or no slip ups, know what i'm tryna say? i keep it as professional as i can. dick be on brick but i can't just be fuckin' these ladies. half of them be married. shit nah.

it was some times them hoes was grabbing my shit i had to kick they ass out. but i don't care if i gotta kick out somebody everyday, i like this shit.

and one thing i learned, prolly cause one of my spiritual clients was telling me it's all about what make you happy. and at first i was like 'bitch shut up' but folks nem was really speaking facts.

i mean this was something that got me out the streets but shit really not funny. i got bitches moaning just by taking my shirt off and caressing them. and i get money for it?! this must be how strippers feel on king david.