Streetlife

37 - I'll Show You Around

STEF POV

"I guess I didn't realize how much I needed a break from the hospital." I say to Warbucks as he had taken me to Central Park to walk around a bit.

It was a rather big park, the biggest I had ever seen, with people walking their dog, running for exercise, sitting on benches and talking or just admiring the view, as Michael walks closely besides me something I didn't mind too much. My mind was still upset about everything but the warm air felt good against my skin.

"Hard to know when you're in it." His voice is smooth and calming as I nod my head. "Hope you stick around some. Life would be pretty boring without you in it."

"I am. I'm never going back to Boston. Fucking ever. I just plan on getting a job and my own place, maybe." I shrug my shoulders as he motions for me to sit on a nearby bench. I watch him grab two hot dogs and a drink before taking a seat beside me.

"Thank you," I smile as I take a hot dog and he puts two straws in the cola for us to share.

"You're welcome. So, I guess that job you didn't know if you had, you don't?"

"Nah, I went by there. I made it even worse. If that's fucking possible. I have big fucking mouth." I admit as he laughs and I turn to look at him. "I do. You can admit it."

"Maybe you just have your opinions beautiful. Nothing wrong with that." He smiles at me around a bite of his hot dog.

"I guess. I probably wouldn't have made a good waitress anyway. I'm not really a fucking people person always opening my mouth and all."

"Maybe it depends on who it is, sweetheart." He smiles as I playfully role my eyes at him as he takes a sip of the cola. "What? You think you're mean to everyone?"

"No. I mean, I'm not mean to those I fuck." I blurt out and he laughs again. "So tell me, why are you a pimp? I mean you could probably do any job. But that?"

"I don't know. I fell into it."

"How the hell do you fall into that? You fall into a pond or a damn mound of snow, not some job!" I pull out my smokes as he laughs softly.

"Well, I'm a business man, I like being my own boss, it's the times and..."

"And you like women and sex?" I laugh as he smiles.

"I do like women, and yes, I do like sex."

"Evidently. You got me in bed. But that's not hard. I mean I like to fuck." I say as he looks at me and smiles. "But my brother isn't a woman, Michael."

"I know that. I met him and he needed work. And quick work. I know some men that prefer men and it just happened. I don't force anyone, sweetheart, and I don't hold anyone to it. Frank can leave anytime he wants to leave." He says all of this to me as I frown, blowing smoke out of the side of my mouth.

"Really? That's not how I see it in those movies. Pimps are mean as shit and beat their women and make them do drugs and fuck all day. Pimps are scary ass people, Michael. I'm not some stupid hick," I sputter as he gently places his hand on my arm.

"That's not me. Maybe I'm different than these movies you say you've seen."

"So you really didn't intend to hook me out? You really were interested in helping my modeling? Come on, I wasn't born yesterday. I'm not so sure I can fully trust you even if you did say you'd pay for Frank's rehab and that he can leave hooking anytime. Words are words, Michael. Actions speak louder," I manage to get out as we finish our food, and he holds his hand out for the trash, motioning me to follow him.

He throws the trash away as we continue to walk leisurely as he turns to look at me. "Why would I want to hook out a beautiful woman like you? For every man to have her? No. I mean they would pay a lot for you. The ones at the parties, I mean." He adds as I side-eye him.

"What parties? Isn't it just on the street? Hooking?" He gently takes my hand, and I let him as we walk side by side.

"No. Sometimes big businessmen, wall street men or those in politics and high class jobs have big parties and they hire some of my girls. These are some classy parties, let me tell you. Some girls make $1000 a night. No lie."

"To fuck though? Come on, Michael!" I laugh out right as he gently tugs my hand as we stand under a giant willow tree for some shade.

"Sometimes just to be with the man. It's not always about fucking. You could go with him to a dinner, a show, or a work function. Some of them just want to chat, and mostly they just want a beautiful woman. So not all the women I have are beautiful. No lie there, Stefanie." He smiles as I look into his dark eyes.

"I'd take $1000 to chat. Shit. Hell, I could get my brother a better apartment." He laughs as I say this. "You fuck all your women?" I ask as he laughs again.

"I don't. Some yes, but not all. But, if I had a woman like you in my life I wouldn't need to. Now would I?" He flirts as I smile at him as he hands me the rest of the cola and I take a sip before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I am a pretty good fuck, huh?" I flirt again as he shakes his head at me and I toss my smoke. "Thanks for taking me out the hospital. I'm still pissed at you by the way."

"I know. I know you are."

"But, it's less than it was. I still feel as if this entire thing is your fault. You knew my brother was an addict and did nothing. You let him live in some shitty apartment, and you live like a king. He hooks for you, for crying out loud. Don't you see that he's doing all this work, and you're reaping the benefits? I mean, c'mon," I roll my eyes again as we head back towards the hospital.

"I know. I know. I'm a piece of shit," He says as we both laugh, and he pulls out his brass lighter and hands it to me. "Here, for you."

"What's this?"

"A little gift. I figured it was nicer then the little plastic one you use." I gently grab it from him and see my entire name engraved on it. "I had that put on there. Thought you might like it." I let out a sigh as a light warm breeze rolls through and I look right at him

"You are making it really hard for me to be pissed at you. You know that right?" I grin at him as I feel him place his hand around my thin waist pushing me closer to his body. He was so damm handsome and so fucking magnetic as he strokes my cheek and I feel my heart begin to race. I can't help but feel his lips press against mine as we slowly kiss and I soon pull away.

"I may forgive. Slowly." I tease as he smiles wide at me again.

"I'll take that. And um listen, forget Franks apartment. Lets look around for a new one."

"Ok you know a free one?" I look at him like he's crazy and he shakes his head at me.

"I know of one that will be free for you and him. Least I can do."

"I can't have you do that. I would't feel right." I say as he lifts my chin up and looks right into my eyes.

"I want to. Pay me back by hanging out with me this week. I cleared my schedule so we can look at apartments, I can take you to a real modeling shoot, and show you around more. And help you find a job that you may like, and NO not hooking." He laughs as I do as well.

"Soooooooo we won't fuck again?" I tease as he blushes at me and I can't help but smile wide.

"Well, you know I don't force. But I won't say no sweetheart. Most certainly not." I feel his hand on my backside as I play with the pocket on his shirt.

"Me either." I flirt back as he leans in and kisses my cheek."

"Come love lets go check on your brother and plan our week. Ok?"

"Ok." I smile softly at him as he grabs my hand and we head out of the park for I liked Michael so much and I didn't know what in the hell to do about it.