For the Road (A Tyga Story)

Hathor

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♛ H A T H O R ♛

My name is Hathor, pronounced Ha-thor, it's Egyptian and it means the goddess of love. I work at Yummy's Gentlemen's Club and I want to make this clear right now before everyone starts judging me. I am NOT a stripper, that's not what goes on in there. If you want to see a sloppy hoe that opens her pussy for every guy with money in his pocket, then you go to a strip club. If you want to see a classy woman who can carry herself and still please men without busting it open, you come here.

I'm not doing this shit for my health or because it's fun, I'm doing this to support myself. My mother kicked me out after she found out me and her "boyfriend" had "sex." When in reality he raped me senseless and she was too high to care. That was my first time and that's when my perspective on men and life changed forever. When she kicked me out I was only 15 and I had nowhere to go.

One night as I was scavenging for food, yes I said scavenging, an all-black Audi pulled up alongside of me. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see inside, and to be honest I was too hungry and too tired to care. The passenger side window rolled down, and a nice looking man was staring at me. He looked to be in his late 20's or early 30's, but I really didn't mind. He motioned for me to come to him and I did with no hesitation. I didn't plan on sleeping with him for money or anything like that; I honestly don't know what was running through my head at that moment.

"What are you doing?" He asked smiling at me.

"Looking for food," I answered honestly and bluntly.

"I'll buy you some, get in." He pointed to the backseat.

Now my mama ain't raise no fool, so I sweetly declined his offer and started to walk away.

"Wait!" He called after me.

I sighed and looked back at him. He stepped out of the car and walked up to me.

"Okay how about we walk to get some food? You don't have to get in the car," he said shoving his hands in his front pockets.

I rolled my eyes at him, confused as to why he won't accept my "no" and why he keeps pestering me.

"What do you want in return?" I asked while walking.

"I want you to work for me," he said nonchalantly.

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him like his head just fell off.

"Look, I'm not a prostitute or a stripper and I'm not looking to be one either. I don't need your money or for you to buy me food, I was doing good all by my damn self so you can excuse yourself from my presence," I said folding my arms under my fully developed breast and glaring at him.

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't know why you're laughing cause I was dead ass serious," I said getting angry.

He smiled down at me then shook his head.

"I wasn't trying to make you a prostitute or stripper cause your obviously under age," he exclaimed.

I looked down at the ground then back at him.

"Then what did you want me to do?" I asked curiously.