Maybe by Teyana Taylor played as I swung on the pole as professional as I knew how. Men of young and old yelled in my direction, and bills came from left and right. Nobody put it down like I did, so when I was finished, I took a simple bow and collected my tips.
I went to the dressing room and began counting. 5,900$ total. It was short today, but it was a monday. The real bills didn't come rolling in until Friday or saturday.
"Nice job hermosa." Ringo, my 'boss' said, calling me by my stripper name. "Thanks Ringo. My back is killing me though." I said, putting my hands on my hips. He chuckled. "Well, all that bending your doing daily, I'm not surprised." I laughed and gave him a pinch in the arm. "Pindejo."
Samantha walked up next to me in a black laced corset and g-string. Her hair was long to her waist and brushed straight back, making her already tall appearance even taller looking.
"What's up boss?" She asked me pinching my ass. I rolled my eyes at her. "Shouldnt you be on a pole somewhere?" I asked and she laughed. "Shouldn't you be blowing someone's head off?" She teased back.
When I bought the place and started striping here as a coverup I met samantha. She became a really good friend of mine, and I trusted her with everything. I let her know that I had now owned the place, but posed as a simple striper to keep eyes off me. In actuality, I used the basement off this place and turned it into my most productive trap. I put my brother Ringo in charge as the supposed owner and hired other acquaintances as other positions. I kept most of the stripers that was already here and let them continue working, in order to not raise suspicion .
"Not just yet niña. I'm getting to it though." She laughed and shook her head. "Well, I've got to get out there. Wish me luck." She hugged me and I wished her luck.
Once she was off, I begun talking to Ringo about the more important business. "So what did you need to talk to me about?" I asked, sitting in my desk chair in my office. Ringo sat in the chair I front of me and set his hands on the desk. "Well, we've got some competition." I raised an eyebrow. "¿Cómo es eso?" "Someone's been bumping some of our boys off the streets. Half of north Dallas was overthrown by some kingpin ca-" I stopped him right in his tracks. "Kingpin?" I questioned. He nodded his head.
I didn't like the sound of that. Here in Texas, I had only known of two cartels,and they were both Queenpins. Mine, and some other chick who's name is irrelevant, because I heard she was down in Houston. That's a bit of a ways away from here,so for now, she wasn't of my concern. The only thing that's bugging me now is this Kingpin thing. Not to sound like a hard feminist, but I prefer Queenpins. Guys are ignorant and hardheaded, and have no place trying to be head of things. They think with their ego. No kingpin I've ever heard of has ever turkey succeeded for long. They need to step aside and let the ladies show them how it's done.
"They go buy the name of SBC. Savage Boys Cartel." Once he said that, I erupted in laughter. Men can't even name legit sounding Cartels. "How could I be intimidated by a bunch of niños pequeños?" He laughed eyes me. "What makes you think it's a bunch of kids?" I threw my hand up. "Come on! Savage boys? Who's gives there Cartel that name and expects to be taken seriously? I could totally see that as a clan on Call Of Duty though." He shook his head at me. "They bumped 1/8 of our boys out the water Guadalupe." I shrugged. "So? We bump them back."
I really didn't see why he was so frustrated over this. We've had people try to come and mess up what I had before, and they never succeeded anyway. What made The Savage Boys any better?
"Not everything is always Ice cream and cake." He said with a worried look. I simply got up, came around the desk, and sat in my brothers lap, patting his back. "We will be okay Ringo. No one has been able to beat us yet, and I don't plan on allowing it to happen, ever. If it makes you feel better, we can go see what's up with the Savage Fuckers mañana. Deal?" He gave me a Weak smile. "Alright." He playfully pushed me off of him and exited my office, leaving me to myself.
I proper my feet up in the desk and still laughed to myself. Savage Boys? As if they could run over what I've been building up for almost nine years now. My army has grown strong as diamond. That's why I named us that, Diamond Cartel. See, now that's a name. You hear that and it immediately sticks to you. No one will ever catch on to 'Savage Boys'. It sounds so adolescent.
I picked up my brand new Galaxy edge and went through my contacts. I stopped once I got to the contacted Labled J. It was my home girl Jaylin. I don't usually associate my self with black people, not that I'm racist because I have nothing against them I just don't deal with them, but Jaylin was one down African American. I don't know what I would do without her. Although I never told her, She was the reason I got so powerful over here.
"What's up Jay?" I said as she answered the phone.
"Hey Mexico. What you up to?" I laughed.
"Nothing really. Just got off shift. Do you think you could swing by here? We could go chill somewhere or something. This place is starting to irk me."
"Cool, I'll be there in maybe 20 minutes."
"Okay. Adios Mejor Amiga."
