Persia couldn't help but be happy once she returned to low income apartment. As soon as she put her key into the door and it opened. She couldn't wait to get out of her cheap ass Citi Trends heels. Once they were once she went through her knock off Michael Kors bag to count her earnings for the night. She pulled out a big wad of cash, Persia so excited by the amount that Jaxon gave her.
She just stuffed it in her purse like it was tissue. After thumbing through all the money. Persia counted exactly three thousand dollars. Which wasn't bad for just one client for the night. Honestly, Persia felt it was a very close call and that her life could have ended tonight.
Even though she and Jaxon made a connection and he offered to pay for her surgery. Before all that even took place he pulled a gun on her and what made matters worse. He was willing to use to end Persia's life. All over three grands? She thought to herself. Reflecting over everything it took for her to get that money. It really didn't seem worth it since money came and went like the wind. Persia really questioning herself and second guessing her current lifestyle. It would be easy for her to stop but that would require her to get a regular job. Which wouldn't pay for her needs. Besides who really wants to wait two weeks for a bull shit ass four hundred dollar check. That could be spent in thirty minutes. There had to be some possible way to get money. Some other type of hustle that Persia could get into without getting her hands to dirty. "So, how did it go?" Milan asked Persia referring to the date she just had. Milan emerged from the bathroom with a funky stank walk and nothing but a small t shirt and some pink panties on. She honestly didn't look that flattering. Her cheap ass weave was matted and she had one eye lid hanging off. Since it was 3 am Persia would give her pass but any other time. She would not mind reading Milan, her rights for looking so unpresentable. "It actually went better than good." Persia replied revealing to Milan the three thousands in cash. Milan's eyes lit up at the sight of fresh faced hundreds. "Not only that sis. He offered to pay for my surgery." Persia said with a big Kool laid smile on her face. Milan couldn't help but laugh and this made Persia curious as to what was so funny. "What's so fucking funny bitch? I want to laugh to?" Said Persia sarcastically. "Bitch, you funny thinking any of these trick ass niggas. About to pay for you to get your dick removed. Bitch don't play yourself." Milan responded while patting her weave. Walking into the kitchen to retrieve her liquor and powder for her nightly turn up session. Milan noticed Persia's ugly facial expression. "You mad, girl? I'm just spitting real facts to you. Can't get mad at me for speaking the truth." Milan grabbed her items and made her way to sit by her best friend. "I'm not saying you can't fully be a woman P. I'm saying you can't trust what these tricks say. All they want is what you can give them. Then, they pay you for your services and keep you around until they get tired of you." Milan explained to make Persia understand her intentions weren't meant to be malicious. "I know that Mil. I just have a good feeling about this nigga." Persia responded. Milan made a crunched up face at Persia's statement. "Good feeling? Girl, please the only good feeling you need to have about him. Is that wallet ok?" Milan stated. "Now, all you got to do is keep him stringing along and you'll get everything you want." Milan wanted to Persia to know that was it pure hustle or get hustled out in the streets. Milan was so wise for the streets to just only be 22. She was a light skin hood bitch standing 5'7, cute in the face, slim thick in the waist, with a nasty cocaine addiction and the heart of a true hustler. You could look into her hazel toned eyes and see the struggle she went through. At the age of 15 she met the dope boy of her dreams at least so she thought. Disobeying her mother's rules and wanting to be with her Prince Charming. Milan ran away from home and chased her dope man's dream which shortly into a nightmare. He first start having Milan sell his sacks of dope for him. When she didn't know anything about selling dope. Once she made the mistake of selling to an undercover cop. Milan was so scared that she dropped a dime on him. Not having anywhere else to turn Milan began to sell her body. Until she came across a pimp that treated her very well and made her his main lady. Milan had upgraded from street ho to First Lady. He introduced to the game, taught her how to move, and always keep money in her pockets. He also taught her how to snort cocaine and made in charge of the girls while he was out of town on business.
Milan and Persia hadn't known each other long but, they had become the best of friends over a short period of time. The friendship started in the early spring of 2014 after, Milan was watching out for her girls, as they worked the strip on 27th Street. Well also feeding her bad cocaine habit. Since the head pimp in charge left no stash for her behind. Due to knowing that Milan didn't know when to stop. She had to look elsewhere to get it. Just so happens on that same night she met Persia. The young nigga she was buying from happened to be Persia's trick for the night. That night Milan had saved Persia from meeting her maker. Persia was fresh on the streets from being kicked out of her friend's house and really didn't know anything about working the streets. Let alone how to sell sex to niggas and not telling them that she was transgender. Persia had a plan to rob him and run but right when the trick caught her. Milan blew his head clean off and advised Persia she come with her. Ever since then Milan took Persia under her wing to protect her from the streets and became her pimp. For the rest of 2015 everything was smooth for them until Milan let her addiction to cocaine made her lose focus and lots of money. So much money, that it caused her to stealing from her own pimp mentor. Milan's pimp master had enough of Milan and let her know he wanted nothing to do with her. So the little money did save and didn't spend she managed to get her a low income apartment on 27th and Wells. Luckily for her, when got rough Persia still stood by her side no matter what. When Milan had complete rock bottom Persia was the one to motivate her to get back to business. Even if Milan didn't have the connections she once had. They went from selling in the street to posting craigslist ads. Persia wanted Milan to see how loyal she was. It sounds fucked up, that Persia was willing to risk her life for someone she barely knew and occasionally treat her like shit by talking to her any kind of way. But when all you have is the streets as your playgrounds and the hustle in your mind, heart, and spirit. You always remember to feed those that starved with you. "I know, but a girl can dream right." Persia responded "Yeah, but dreams are for sleepers. Money is for the hustlers that never sleep and always getting that paper." Milan responded as she took a sip and snorted a line. Persia sat there looking disgusted watching Milan snort the white powdery substance. "Ugh, girl I don't see how you do that stuff." Milan rolled her eyes at the statement. "Because I'm grown and I paid for it. Now, stop worrying about me and worry about this money. Speaking of which, let me get my cut I got shit to handle. Also, make sure to keep this coin coming because trust me that nigga you just met is going to get you paid." said Milan feeling the effects of the drugs and the cheap liquor in her system. Persia was over Milan running her mouth. Whether she was fucked up and just talking shit to be talking it. Didn't matter at this point Persia was ready to have her own shit going and she was going to milk this coin dry even if it did kill her. Persia got up and made her way to the bathroom. "Worry about some sleep bitch. You're starting to look exactly how you sound and that's tired poo." Persia shot back as she closed the door to the badly decorated bathroom. Locking the door, she turned on the shower to a warm temperature and began to undress herself. Looking at her whole body in the mirror and examining what still made her legally a male. Persia began to break down in cry. She started transitioning from a male to female when she was seventeen. Her breasts had developed on their own due to the hormones she took. Unfortunately, she never had the money to pay or even start saving up for her surgery. Since she used the money she made from escorting to survive. Jaxon was her target for a better tomorrow and she was going to be sure to keep him locked under her clutches. Meanwhile in the living room Milan was passed out on the couch. Enjoying a drunken slumber with cocaine running through her veins. Milan's mind drifted deeply to a dream of her having a conversation with her older sister Raquel earlier.
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12 hours earlier.
"Milan, you trying to make this quick come up or what?" Her older sister Raquel shouted into the phone while sitting behind her desk. Looking over the sketches for her debut fashion show, which would be featured during Milwaukee Fashion Week. Since her show was only a week away. The pressure was on She needed to pull everything together. "Yeah, I guess I'll do it. But what's in it for me?" Milan questioned to her sister. "Whatever, you want girl. I just need to find me a girl that's down with being a side Bitch. Creep around with Jaxon and can provide incriminating evidence of my loving husband of 8+ years cheated on me." Raquel began to grow annoyed with Milan's questioning. She was ratchet enough to get the deed done and would paid for it. Why did she have to complicate this simple hustle with her stupid ass questions? "After I present it in court. I will get absolutely everything that nigga owns and split it three ways." Raquel explained "What you mean three ways?" Milan questioned. Raquel rolled her eyes and exhaled she couldn't believe how the drugs had effected Milan's thinking. "Listen! It's you, whatever Bitch you decide to choose for the job, and myself." Milan was still not getting it. "Fuck that, the Bitch don't deserve a cut. We family she not." Milan spat. Raquel was just about to say fuck it and hang up on her sister. "If we don't cut the bitch in. It's a chance of her running her mouth and that will fuck up the whole operation. Now I'll give you a $10,000 advance now, which I'll wire to your bank account. Five thousand for you and fire thousand for the girl. Run the game by your girl and let's get shit in motion." Raquel shouted back to let her sister know she was serious. "Aight, damn that's all you had to say. I'll get on it now sis." Milan responded "That's what I like to hear. I'm about to make the transfer now. Be sure to give that girl her money to Mil, I don't have time for no fuck ups. This needs to be done flawlessly." Raquel logged into her Bank of America account to make the transfer. "It's handled." Milan responded "Ok, bitch so you Olivia Pope now?" Raquel asked "Hell yeah! The Hood Olivia Pope because this shit is a mothafuckin scandal." Raquel just laughed and rolled her eyes. Milan could be so extra at times which is why Raquel kept her distance. You wouldn't be able to tell they were raised in the same house. Raquel was the older sister, who was labeled the goodie-two shoes of the family who just did her dirt on the low or just have Milan do her dirty work. Their mother treated Milan different because she was the product of her rape. Since their mother didn't believe in abortion nor could she afford it. She carried Milan's to full term and just treated her like pure shit. Meanwhile, Raquel was praised and rewarded for every little thing. Causing somewhat of a sibling rivalry between the two. Despite their strong differences they managed to come together whenever they needed each other. Even if it did benefit one more than the other. "Girl, bye! I got to get back work." Raquel said getting ready to hang up until she still heard Milan talking. "How is work going? I haven't seen this studio you always talking about." Asked Milan "It's doing well enough for me to wire you ten thousand dollars. Now get off my line and go handle business. Love you toddles." Raquel hang up and proceeded to carry on with her busy day. Seeing all the work on her desk and looking at the time on her computer. Revealing that quitting time was near, she needed to get her mind off of her upcoming projects and financial worries. Sometimes being an independent business woman was hard. But it certainly beat waiting on a man to tell you what to do. While being married fresh at 17, to her close friend Jaxon only because of his military benefits. After sitting around playing housewife while he was deployed. Raquel thought it would be a good idea to actual do something for herself besides being a full time college student and housewife. After graduating from college with a business degree in Fashion Merchandising and noticing Milwaukee had no real fashion scene. Raquel used what she learned and opened a chic boutique named Odyssey located in the downtown area. It was her fourth year in business and Raquel was ready to expand her brand and business. In her doing so, it cost a lot more than she expected and caused her to dip into business accounts to cover the expenses. This was something she really enjoyed doing and unfortunately for her. Her husband Jaxon didn't approve and didn't want any of his money going into such a shitty business. Honestly Jaxon didn't believe that woman should work. So therefore, he didn't support her financially with her business. It didn't make it any better that her husband cheating on her repeatedly. All because Raquel was ready to have children with him. She was honestly tired of his controlling ways nothing had changed. What better way to get back at a nigga than hitting his pockets? That's exactly what Raquel planned to do and she was going to do so quietly. That Jaxon wouldn't know what hit him and to celebrate Raquel was going to do treat herself to a good time with none other than her secret lover Oshea.
