AMOUR MY HUSTLE : 1

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Amour my Hustle Book:1
~Sparkle in the MM~

Dear God,I am only what you made me and I appreciate everything that you've gave me But like,I don't wanna do it no more sort of lost sight of what I'm doing it for thought that I was doing sumthin good for the game until they all started throwing dirt on my name.

"Ayoo Sparkle , Killa wanna see you in room 69" Brandy the bartender told me ..I applied a few brushes of pink blush on my cheek bones before I got up.

My name is Sparkle Fantasia Holmes 21 years of age and a BOSS ASS BITCH. Yes I do have a high school diploma , a bitch is educated just because I'm a stripper don't mean I can't have book sense and street sense I just chose the wrong path. I'm not exactly satisfied with what I do for a living but fuck it I make close to 9,000 every night here than what I'll make with a average J.O.B so before you decide to judge me hold your breath .

I don't do relationships at all , I just like a quick hit and run you know.I enjoy sexing niggas and females it really don't matter to me I'm just that type of freak ! It's all about chasing the paper to me and I don't want nobody telling me how to spend and maintain my money.I don't know what LOVE is I never had it , I don't want it.I was in and out of fosters homes at the age of 5 when my dead Crack head mother gave me up cause I was a burden on her shoulder I guess. But enough about me let's get it on with how these niggas & Bitches Amour my Hustle.

" Well you wanted to see me Killa?" I questioned while sitting on his lap

"Yeah daddy need a quickie" He chuckled while stroking his gotee

"Umm Killa you know we don't get down like that , I'm the only girl you haven't been with up in here I ain't wanna of your little hoes now you wanna lap dance or not? Because you'll never get a taste of this treasure" I snapped while getting up and fixing my black thong

"You one hard ass nut to crack, you know that Sparkle? " Killa puffed on his blunt and shook his head

"Look I'm running on a schedule here so whatchu you want?" I gave him a mean glare and shook my head in disbelief, he actually thought I was gonna give him some punnani just because he's my boss ? Hell naw Sparky Sparks don't get down like that

"Just leave my presence and send Candy up in here a nigga need some head right now cause ya'll hoes attitudes be driving me up the wall" He whined before throwing $600 dollars at me

I just laughed and exited the room while checking my stacks , at least the nigga paid me for my time . I proceeded to the locker room and shoved the money in my Louis Vuitton duffel bag then locking it with two locks because the hoes hands in here can be sticky!

I found my way to the stage and started clapping my ass to Rowdy Rebels All about her Shmoney

" Lil bitch, go and shake that ass for these tips
Come bring it back and do a split on this dick
For a couple bands, she'll shmoney dance on this dick" I sung along while shaking my ass in this niggas face who was making it rain on me so I jumped on him bussing a split on his lap.

He was in awe with my flexibility so I started twerking on his lap as he stuck more hunnats in my thong and bra
After the song was over I picked up all my money off the stage as fast as I could making multiple trips to the locker room and back.

Looking at the time on my black Rolex with gold trimming it was 3:00 am .
I slipped on my black fitted True religion jeans and red juicy couture shirt with some black Tory Burch sandels . I grabbed my duffel bag and headed home.

I live in a nice Condo in Uptown Chicago. That's right the streets of ChiTown raised me. I dropped my duffle bag on my white leather sectional and got in the shower to take a nice long shower.I brushed my teeth then oiled up my body with my vanilla oil and threw on a big tee shirt with some fuzzy socks. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and hit the sack!