"You can drop me off on the corner." Persia instructed Jaxon happy that their night of playful pleasure ended in good business. "Why I got to drop on the corner? I'm not about to stalk just because you gave me some ass shorty." He responded. Persia smiled "It's not that I'm worried about you stalking me. I'm just not ready to go home yet and have someplace else to be." She lied.
Persia was more than anxious to get home so she count all her money. She was already thinking of all the clothes, and beauty needs she was going to purchase. "You lying ma! But it's cool though I ain't gone trip on you. You probably got some clients or whatever y'all call them now a days!" He responded. Persia was amused with statement and peeked Jaxon's slight case of jealousy.
"That's a good one, but I'm handling my business just like you're handling your own business." She snapped back flipping her hair and unlocking her door. Ready to get out of the moving vehicle at any given moment. "What, bitch?" Jaxon responded not liking Persia's tone of voice. Persia rolled her eyes just over the bullshit. "Nothing, at all but I have to go so you can drop me off at the next red light."
Jaxon wasn't taking her attitude to lightly and decided to take charge and show Persia that he wouldn't tolerate her little jabs of indirect shots. He did so by, locking her door and pushing his foot all the way on the gas. Persia begin to panic as she noticed the speed of the sports car increase and the sound of the car doors locking. Pulling hard on the door's handle to try to escape. Persia began to kick it entering into pure panic mode.
"Let me out this car!" She shouted. Jaxon couldn't help but laugh it was funny to him how Persia was all over the place. He had no intentions of hurting the bitch he just wanted to scare her a little bit. Which he was obviously successful in doing. "Chill yo ass the fuck out. I'm just fucking with you. On some real shit though, you need to teach who the fuck you talking to you. I ain't one of them tricks you be fuckin with. I'ma boss and you treat me as such." Jaxon said with hell of confidence.
Which caused Persia to calm down a little but still keep her guard up. Just in case, the nigga tried something else. She never really carried a weapon because she had protection not far. Not to mention, she never anything too crazy to happen at a date that she couldn't handle herself. Even though she was still transitioning she still had the strength of a man. "I hear you." She said relieved that the car was going back into a normal speed.
Jaxon completely stopped at the red light on the corner of 24th and Wells by The Rave. "Get yo hot ass out my shit and call me tomorrow. If you don't follow my directions I'm cutting you off." Jaxon said while giving Persia a very serious look to let her know it wasn't a game. Persia's upper lip curled at the way he was talking to her. Jaxon flashed her a smile and motioned for her to get out his shit. Since she wanted to act like a smart mouth uppity hoe. He was going to exactly treat her as such. Persia gladly exited the vehicle and slammed the door making her way down the street. Jaxon honked at her twice driving pass her still flashing a smile. Persia rolled her eyes and made her way to her apartment.
Pissed at how Jaxon just treated her it once again made her re think her life. Do I really want to live like this? She thought. It wasn't only that she was letting Jaxon's harsh way of treating her get to her. But also the fact that at the end of the day she would always be labeled a hoe. No matter how much money she made or what way she tried to make it seem glamorous. A hoe with the need for the finer things in life. Escorting wasn't a career in her eyes, it was just an easy hustle.
The whole purpose in hustling is to come up not stay in the same place. Frankly, Persia was ready to come up out the hood in a major way. She also wanted to get her surgery done and move somewhere like New York or Los Angeles be something big. She was certainly her looks would get her paid and escorting kept her self-esteem high and motivation. Knowing that she was in demand gave her a strong power trip.
She was more than just a street hoe. She was a boss Bitch even though she spilt her earnings. She was the one out there sucking dicks, making any man of any race cum, and making them pay out of pocket. Nobody could tell her shit including Jaxon's rich cocky ass. Unlocking the door to her place she saw Milan sitting in the living room.
She could already tell she had an attitude and honestly wasn't in the mood for it. "So, what's up? Where's my two g's at?" Milan asked off the rip. Persia went into her knock off bag and pulled out two thousand dollars. She politely placed it on the table and walked into her room to change her clothes. Milan quickly grabbed it and counted it. It was just what she needed to get her some cocaine.
She was sober all day and needed to take the edge off. Persia walked back in the living room and proceeded right out the door. "Where you going?" Milan asked while still counting the money. "To stay in a hotel." Persia replied closing the door behind her. She honestly wasn't in the mood for Milan's shit.
Persia was never really one to judge but watching her just snort so much. Made her look at Milan way differently. She just didn't understand how she could be so low. Persia understood things weren't the way they use to be. But, you always lived to fight another day and life was just kicking Milan's ass.
Milan rushed to the door and opened it. "It better be to make some more money. You need to hit up that nigga from the other night." Milan shouted referring to Jaxon. What Persia didn't know was that Milan set up for Jaxon and Persia to meet. Raquel told Milan she caught Jaxon responding to sex ads on Craigslist. She needed Milan to some get Jaxon caught in the moment.
Milan already set the plan in motion but putting up an ad using Persia's picture. Once he contacted the number she provided. Milan told Jaxon a location to meet her and Milan told Persia to go to that exact location. The part she left out was that she was being paid for it. Milan wanted the cash all to herself and made sure to keep it that way.
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Milan jumped up and jogged to the door in nothing but her red lace panties and bra from Victoria's Secret. "Who is it?" She asked playfully already aware who exactly it was. Milan looked through the peek hole to be sure it was who she called over. She opened the door instantly turning on her seductive charm. "Please, come in" she instructed her male guest.
Oshea walked in the apartment and went right into the bedroom. For the past two years, Milan had been fucking around with her sister's side nigga. She met him a bar and found out he sold drugs. Not knowing he was her sister's man on the side until she went through her phone one day when Raquel left her phone at her house. For some reason she couldn't resist him.
Not only because she got a natural high of power with fucking her sister's dream man and knowing it would be a nightmare for her to find out. He also supplied her Coke as well as some good dick. It was just something about the dark dread head that made him so hard to resist. Every time Milan got the chance she would fuck the Shit out of Oshea and send him back to her sister. Acting as though knowing happen as far as Raquel was concerned Milan and Oshea didn't know each other.
Oshea unzipped his pants pulling out his semi hard shaft. Milan gripped his balls gently and began licking them while playing with herself in the process. "Yeah, do that Shit." Oshea said while breathing heavily enjoying every moment of the oral pleasure and sight of Milan playing with herself. Not yet ready to bust Oshea motioned for Milan to get up on the bed. "Toot that ass up." He demanded and she did as instructed.
She was so wet and ready to be penetrated. Oshea reached into his pockets and pulled out a condom. Once he put it on, he wasted no time drilling Milan hard. She moaned his name so loud her whole floor could hear her. The louder she moaned the faster Oshea went and got closer to climaxing.
He always tried to wait until Milan got hers but he was ready to get his and go. Once he got the feeling that he was about to erupt. Oshea snatched the condom off and busted on Milan's fat ass. "Damn, girl you made me bust early." He lied digging in his back pocket he pulled out two 8 balls. He laid them on the bed by Milan as she still sat there in the doggy style position. "There you go." Oshea said letting her know her drugs were right beside her. Oshea proceeded to walk out the bedroom and out the front door. Acting as though nothing ever happened.
Milan couldn't believe Oshea could be so selfish and not make her cum. She was going through it and needed some release her frustration. Not being able to climax added more to her frustration. Milan just had to call it one and finish the job herself. Unable to fully focus on getting her nut, she couldn't get her mind off how Raquel seemed to control everything in her life. From giving her money and having Oshea's attention distracting him from fucking her good. Milan just had to come up and come strong against Raquel. She grew envious of her older sister and decided to plot her own scheme against her.
