Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 41: ᴅᴀʏ 4

ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 4
10:30 ᴀ.ᴍ

The smell. The smell of cheap perfume, body fluids, cigarettes & liqour burned my nostirls. I can still smell it from being in the "Red Room" all day, yesterday. The pimp experience was terrible. I had to dress them & send them off to work. I chose a hotel instead of a street corner. I didn't want to see them stand on a corner like they're worthless & un-valuable. And i didn't want the police arresting them on the spot either. But standing around the hotel's lobby wasn't even better. I was nearby watching them. Watching them go into a hotel room with mutiple, different strange men & have sex with them. It was sad, a sad sight to see. And I'm responsible for them. I'm the boss. I'm their pimp. A pimp at the age of 16, wow. What has the world come into?

Eight hours of sitting in the lobby, pimping. I am tired. I received my half of the money & gave the rest to the girls. Honestly, I didn't want the money. I wanted the girls to have it all. But Robin was with me the entire time, she was watching me very closely. My every move. I put that money away. It's dirty money, i don't want to touch it. I wasn't aware that Diamond & Pearl were pimping girls. Prince gave up the pimp game, he say. They've been doing this behind his back. And for God knows how long. Now, they've passed them down to me. Why me? They didn't even ask me if i wanted to be apart of this. They basically handed it to me. I don't know if i want to continue doing this. What if Prince finds out? Oh God, what will he do? He can't know about this. I'll try my best to keep it a secret.

"Princess, are you listening?" Uncle Tony voice threw me out of my trance.

Competely dozing off, i forgot that i was working again at the Glam Slam. Me & Tony were counting the money we recieved from a deal. I haven't got enough sleep last night. I've been in & out of my mind most of the time. I am so tired.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I rubbed my eyelids.

"I said, i was thinking about throwing a party at my condo." Uncle Tony repeated himself.

"You have a condo? I thought you stay at Paisley Park with the others?"

"I do, but i miss my condo. I've been living there for years. I haven't been there for a while now. I think it's about time i show it some love. A party sounds good."

I put aside the $300 i counted, "A party? Doesn't sound too bad."

"Your father thinks it will draw attention to the police. They've been on our ass ever since the riot. Niggas watching everyone from a distance."

"But yet, y'all still work in plain sight."

"Shit, yeah. Ain't nobody gonna stop us from making our money. We got bills to pay & ladies who want money."

After counting the money, i grabbed the paperwork & begin to work on it. The sales are doing great. The numbers keep increasing due to the quailty of the products. Now if Prince keeps this up, he'll be a billioniare before the age of 50. He just needs a good accountant to take care of his money & investsments.

"Princess? Hold up before you start, we need to talk." Uncle Tony said in a serious tone.

I put the pen down, "What's up?"

"Whatever i say, stays here. Understand?"

"Yes."

"I might not be apart of New Power Generation for long."

I arched an brow, "What? Why not?"

"I'm getting older. I've been in the game since i was 16. At some point, i got to settle down. I want to move off on a Carribean Island & retire. I want to enjoy life. I don't have any kids. I'm not married. I don't have any siblings. I'm the only child. All i have is you, Princess."