Growing up I watched my mom go through men like a working man goes through work boots. I watched her con men so much it became second nature to me. By the time I was 15, I moved my mom out of the hood and into a home, ALL BECAUSE I STARTED TURNING TRICKS..
"SHIYA, they got ballers in the spot, hurry up." Yeah, you heard right, I went from turning tricks to stripping at 18. I was one of the best, everyone wanted lap dances or private dances from "Chocolate Panties," and I always did my job. "Shy, what's the plans after this?" "Nothing girl I gotta get home." These bitches always think we're friends. RULE NUMBER 1: NEVER GET TOO FRIENDLY WITH HOES! I come here for one reason & one reason only; TO GET THIS MONEY! As I walked out I did my nightly routine, scan the crowd, pick out the money men, and dance. Tonight though, it was different. One person in particular caught my eye. Everything about 'em screamed money and that's exactly what I was looking for. I made my way to the floor, making sure to sway my hips extra hard. After makin sure they noticed me, I made my way on stage. "Fellas TAKE OUT YA CASH, YA STASH, ATM CARDS & ALL, coming to the stage DYNASTY. Once I get on stage, I become another person I've always had the IM THAT BITCH attitude but when I'm on stage it's WAYY deeper. Nothing else matters but me & whomever throws the most cash. This particular night though, my target was a female and something about her made me wanna show off. I showed off my dopest tricks & made sure my ass moved twice as hard.
believe I did every trick I ever learned trying to get this female's attention & NOTHING! Doesn't even look like she turned my way. This was a first for me. Since I've started dancing I always got everyone's attention; MEN, WOMEN; didn't even matter. Disappointed but with a few hundreds in my pocket I left the floor and went to the dressing room. Unnecessary drama going on in the dressing room pissed me off even more. I threw my sweats on and bounced. Tipping the DJ on my way out and speaking to a few regulars, I was on my way home. "Dynasty!," I turned around seeing the dj running behind me. "What's up Rex ?" "Some girl left you her number, said she had been watching you dance all night." "alright thanks." Finally getting in my car. I ponder calling her or just putting the number at the bottom of my purse. I finally reached home, ready to deal with my mommy's shit. Ever since I started bringing the bread in, she feels like she has the right to my money. "hey mommy, I'm home," I called out for my mom but nothing, not a peep. I figured she was sleeping it was mad late. I hopped in the shower did my business and I was out. I slept so good the next morning I didn't wanna get out of bed. As I got up first thing I did was check mommy's room but she wasn't there, looked like she never came home. First order of business was to call my bestie Ty, Ty's my best bitch, you saw shye you saw Ty. Two peas in a pod. Ty was a quiet sheltered girl, total opposite of me, but deep down she was as hotheaded as I was. I remember back in 9th grade, shorty tried getting rowdy with Ty and she smashed her face in, literally, shorty couldn't talk for a whole year after that. "Yo bitch what's the plans for today," I screamed on the phone, "cmon shye for real why you always yelling?" "Today we going on 157th, they got a basketball tournament and all the ballers should be out." All I needed to hear was ballers, I got my flyest hoefit out the closet and got my ass ready. I was ready to snag my baller, better yet the female from the club, I had been thinking bout her so much I had to get her.
BABYYYYY, when I tell you by the time we made it to 157th the court was pack, I mean they had niggas and bitches every where you turned. As I scoped out the scene I was looking for the girl from the club. I spotted her in the bleachers with hella hoes surrounded her. I don't know what it was but jealousy brewed inside of me and I didn't even know her. Ty & I made our way to the bleachers, making sure to catch her eyes because no lie I looked good and I smelled even better. We had been on the court for about an hour and a half and she still hasn't looked my way, everybody else tried getting at me but her and it was honestly pissing me off. Ty had snatched her up one of the ballers, a quiet cutie she'd had her eyes on for some time now name Snoop; Snoop was one of those tech savvy guys who hung with the top ballers, he had real money money. I watched my bitch do her thing and was ready to go not long after, I asked Ty if she was rolling or if she was straight, before she could even answer Snoop sure enough said ima take her home shye she good, that's all I had to hear and I started on my way out the park. As I approached the gate the girl from the club accidentally bumped into me. "My bad sweetie I wasn't looking," "It's okay, I wasn't either." I tried to play all innocent but God knows I was low key happy she bumped into me, it was fate. She apologized for messing up my shoes even though she hadn't even touched me barely. I flirted back by telling her she'd have to buy me another pair. She had to have caught my drift because I saw her lightly smile and tell me she'll buy me whatever I need. She walked me to my car and I learned her name which is Amira but everyone calls her stylez. We talked for about 10 minutes before she asked for my number, which I politely gave.
