She Do it Better

Chap.1

I ain't worried bout these hoes. I ain't worried bout these heifers.

Cause trust me when I say that She do it better.

-----Chap.1

"Auntie. I'm going out. " I yelled as I walked to the door.

As I passed the living room I see her passed out on the couch prolly high off some crack.

"Never mind dumb Bitch. " I said more to myself shaking my head.

I love my aunt I really do. But she a prostitute and all she spend her money on is drugs.

Shit I have to be asking my uncles and cousins for money just to pay the damn rent even though she make $2000 a night.

I been in and out jobs working as whatever really. A security guard, a gym trainer, restaurant waiter really anything I could get my hands on.

But it seems as if the shit I be doing is never enough.

I stepped out into the warm air and unlocked the keys to my father's old Chevy.

I slid in and started the car up while resting my head on the steering wheel.

Nowadays it's hard to keep sane when all I ever do is work with barely any food or sleep.

And now I had an interview on the opposite side of town and I still have to work at the bar tonight.

But I was really trying to finally get back in the drug business because I quit selling since my Dad died ,

But right now I need some quick cash in my hand like now.

"Dear God, please help me get this job. I know this prolly ain't the job you want me to be doing and I know I'm committing a lot of sins by doing this but I repent now. I know you'll help me out. I need this God, please help me. Amen."

I said adjusting the review mirror, turning up some Rich Homie Quan and speeding out the driveway. Let's hope this interview go well.

After about 30 minutes
I pulled up to the gate of a 3 story mansion on a part of Georgia I never been to. It was quiet and reserved. I pressed a black button on the side of the intercom and waited.

"Hi, how can I help you?" A feminine voice say.

"Yea I'm here for an interview with someone named Black Rod. "I said.

" name please," she asked.

"I'm Dymetrius Johnson. "

"Okay head on up. And come in through the main entrance. "

I winded my window back up and watched as the big white gates opened up in front of my eyes.

I parked my car in the long ass driveway and got out. I walked to the door and there was already a lady who looked no older than 16 already holding open the door.

"Uh thanks. "

"No problem. Follow me to Black Rod's office please. " she said leading the way down a long corridor.

We stopped at two double Oakwood doors and she knocked softly.

"Who is it?" Someone grunted.

"It's Ariyana. I'm here with Dymetrius Johnson for your 4:00 meeting. " She said.

"Oh aight. " He paused  "Ezra. you gotta leave."he mumbled to someone in the room.

30 seconds later the door swung open and some fine looking chick walked out with only a bra and sweats on holding the rest of her clothes in her hand smiling.

"Hey Ariyana. "The girl smiled.

"Hey Ezra, can you go work the surveillance cameras for me please? " Ariyana asked the girl

"Sure," she replied

I tried to give Ezra (I think her name was) that look but she didn't even glance my way.

Damn.

I walked into the office and saw a muscular brown skinned man with a lot of tats and 3 gold chains. He had real deep waves and a grill in his bottom and top row of teeth. He wore 5 gold rings and two diamond earrings.

"Nigga the fuck you checking me out for?" He spat eyeing me up and down.

"Nigga I wasn't checking yo ass out. So don't get excited. I was seeing what type of person I was working with. " I spat right back.

"You know who you talking to lil boy?"

"Yea I know who I'm talking to. He right in front of me. And I ain't no lil boy, I'm a man. I know I should be polite since I'm tryna get this job but I don't tolerate no disrespect sir. "I explained

"Now can we start the interview now?" I asked sitting down in the chair in front of his desk.

"Nigga, you got the job. I like your attitude and the way you carry yourself. and that mouth of yours." He said

"Okay, so what do I have to do? And when do I start and stuff?"

"You ever sell dope before?"he asked me.

I nodded. "Yea back when I was like 15 or 16."

"Aight. Well then I'm gone have you on Broadman Str. working my sales. Go to Hosea's room on the right of me and he'll get you started. Then be back here tomorrow by 10. "

"Aight. " I said standing up and giving him some dap. " I'll see you later....boss. "

"Mmmhh. " He said

I walked out the door and saw that fine ass girl Ezra again walking down the stairs.

I smirked to myself.

I just have to have that girl.