Her Vice

(16):Sight for Sore Eyes.

Lowering my exhausted body down the shower tile I sat under the steaming water, my eyes fell shut. The loud ring of my phone caused me to shake myself from my slumber. Groaning as I shut the water off and grabbed my towel, making my way towards my phone. "Dylan?" I answered and held my towel close to my chest.
"When you come in for work today I need you to come in an hour early. Someone special I need you to meet," I could hear him grin through the phone and I backed my body into the wall.
"Is it necessary?" I bit into my lip, pleading for him to say no.
"Do you want a job?" Rolling my eyes I grabbed my bottle of lotion.
"Whatever," I hung the phone up and began lathering my smooth skin in lotion. I had about an hour to get there. Sliding on a cobalt thong before sitting in front of my mirror to do my makeup.

Twerking in my chair to trap music as I straightened my hair in a middle part. My phone rang again and this time it was Desiree, "What's up bitch?" I put her on speaker phone as I applied a bold, grey lipstick.
"Not much, you heading here? Plus how was your lil trip you ain't bother to take me on," I chuckled.
"You wouldn't wanted to come anyways it was full of drama. Could've stayed home for all of that."
"Eh! Well me and Angela was thinkin'," he smacked his lips and sighed dramatically.
"Oh this is rare," I popped my lips and posed in the mirror.
"You know what?" He giggled. "But real shit we was thinking a little girls trip was in order, eh!" He exclaimed and I could just see him in my head dancing around his apartment.
"To where exactly?"
"Not too far! Los Angeles, just a little something quick over the weekend."
"Well, I don't see why not!" I smiled as I got up to find something to wear.
"Yes bitch! I knew you'd be down," he laughed and I shook my head.
"Well, I'll holler at you dolls later because I need to finish getting ready."
"Alright ho you better come in and slay my soul too."
"Oh, please, you know I am. Bye love," I ended the call as I set my outfit on my bed.

Once I walked through the club as the girls did their jobs and the guys followed up with pooling them in cash. Biting my lip as I got on the elevator, tucking a piece of my platinum blonde hair behind my ear as I propped my body against the velvet walls. The doors released me on the designated floor, the cigar smoke hitting me hard. Strutting down the wide halls until I made my way to his door, Beau, the security glanced down at me before pushing the door open. "Baby!" Dylan greeted me with open arms.
"It's nearly eighty degrees why are you in a suit?" I mumbled against his cheek as he kissed me softly.
"You know how I like to stunt, baby girl." He bit into his pink lips. Turning with his hand rested on the mid of my back while I gave him a look that I found myself giving him often. He was just quite a character- dapper one at that.

"Rome!" The guy I just realized was on the couch with his eyes lost on his phone screen. Must be something important. He quirked an eyebrow and glanced over at me. "This is who I was telling you about, Peach, isn't she just exceptional?" Dylan bragged about me like a new collectors item. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "A jewel, gem, dime, everything-" I covered his mouth.

"Yeah, we get it I'm the shit!" I giggled and wiped my hand off on his navy suit. He chuckled in a creepy way while pointing at me, "See? Isn't she amazing?" I widen my eyes before rolling them. What is wrong with this kid?

"Yeah. I see," he slouched against the couch while eye raping me. I scoffed before flipping my hair over my shoulder and grabbing the bottle of Ciroc on the bar cart, helping myself to a glass. "So, how old are you?" I peered up at him as he made his way beside me.

"Old enough." I glanced back down at what I was doing. His eyes burned me whole, just studying my every move. "Is there something I can..." I motioned annoyed with my hands.

"Pardon me, I just, you're very beautiful, ya know that?"

"Get that a lot, don't exactly know what they're talking about. But yeah," I took back the strong liquor with one gulp.

"How unfortunate," he smirked slowly showing his grill in his mouth.

"Okay." He chuckled before rapping Dylan and making his way out. They exchanged a few words at the door before it was closed.

"Really?" I turned to Dylan who was pacing the room, I giggled into my glass. I had now helped myself to red wine.

"What are you tight for now? Cuff links cutting your circulation off," I chuckled.  He glared up at me.

"Real funny? Nah, I was trying to sell you to him-"
"Sell me? What am I a slave now?" I furrowed my eyebrows and clenched my glass tighter.
"Not like that. He was someone I thought would be great for you, he's an amazing videographer. And he's looking for some girls for his upcoming video. Just trying to help you out."
"Well. Next time ask me if I need your help." I slammed my glass on the table before leaving out swiftly. Bumping into him again, "Sorry." I sighed before walking past until he grabbed my arm.

"You wanna go out for drinks sometime. Not to be forward, just something casual?" He asked hopefully. I smiled at his charm.

"Sure," I handed him my phone for us to exchange numbers. He winked at me before letting my hand go. I blushed slightly, "Oh boy oh boy," I got back onto the elevator and went downstairs.

"Hey bitch!" Angela grinned at me, as she did her makeup.

"What's up?" I smiled as I set my bag on my vanity and glanced myself over in the mirror. "Damn I look good," I whispered to myself as I spun around slowly.

"Yes bitch! You had me out there shook as fuck when I saw you strutting by," Desiree stucked his tongue out.

"Seriously? You know just a little something I decided to throw on," I bit my lip and glanced over myself.

"Seriously living for it. Damn bitch this how you gon slay my life when we in LA," I chuckled and nodded vigorously.

Rome in multimedia.