Dirty Talk [GANGSTA]

What is a Man?

Reader p.o.v.

A man. What is a man? Is he an animal? Is he supposed to love? Is he supposed to hate? Is he supposed to be addicting? Is he supposed to show affection towards the woman? A man to me is... sex. That's all a man is. That's all what men think and do. It's sex. A woman is meant to provide that to our customer. To ensure their sexual needs are satisfied. A never thought I would meet a man that was affectionate and loved who I was, and who I am. I know one thing, that a son can love his mother. Now that is a man. But a man that is still little. A man has a lot to learn about this cruel world we live in. That I live in. Ergastulum is my world.

"NO! (Reader), you're doing it wrong!" Veronica shouts worried. She runs to my current position, which was on the floor. I spilt the drinks again. I quickly pick up the broken glass but I cut my hands open.

"Go to Big Mama to clean your hands, ok?" she whispers. Giving my shoulder a light squeeze of comfort. I quickly and quietly walk past my sisters and their 'clients'. I walk up the stairs and into Big Mama's room.

"Big Mama?" I whisper standing in the dim lit room awkwardly.

"Honey is everything ok?" she says in a gruff voice. Standing from her makeup chair she stands in front of me. I show her my bloodied hands and she tsk in disappointment.

"(Reader), you need to stop doing that." She whispers with worry. Applying alcohol onto the wound. I wince in pain from the sudden burn. She gently wraps white bandages around both of my hands.

"You alright now?" she says raising a quirky eyebrow.

"Yes, mum." I smile with happiness.

A job, this is what I am. A prostitute. A woman that ensures my man is satisfied with his needs. I'm happy.

"What ya smilin' for darl." The man says in a confused raspy voice. I gasp and stare at my client.

"Oh, it's nothing. I got money." I said giving him a small smile. I pull up my g-string through the leg holes.

"What ya going to give the kid for his birthday?" He said taking another whiff of smoke.

"I think I'm going to get him a dog!" I said telling John my idea.

"A dog! That'd be nice for the kid." He mutters staring at my figure.

"It sure will!" I said smiling. I lean forward and I try to clasp on my bra. I hear shuffling from John and I jump as I feel John's fingers brush against my back. He clips my bra together. He pats my back and I turn around to face his tall figure. His skin was like a faint copper, deep brown eyes and black hair tied in a loose messy bun. He gives me a small smile and hands me my money, what!?

"Huh?!" I stuttered out with shock.

"Just take it..." he says blushing and scratching his chest.

"Thank you John." I smile grabbing the large amount of money from his right hand.

"Tell the kid I said, happy birthday." He whispers. I slip on my cream coloured dress and black heels. I open the door and stop before leaving.

"I will, thanks again John!" I yell closing his apartment door and walking down the stairs. I exit the apartment complex and I start walking down the busy street. People were so lively. Happy most of them. Some looked annoyed or were busy with their partners. Many men roam these streets. Doing god knows what: gambling, money, sex, even selling prostitutes or kidnapping them to get them in the industry. Horrible if you ask me. That's sort of what happened to me. I was alone as a baby. Then I was picked off the streets by Big Mama. She was my mother figure and the the girls were my sisters. I don't practically hate Mama. She raised me. Provided me with food and at least I had a roof over my head.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I gasp out, my hands over my mouth.

"You bitch, think bumping me is going to get you off." A guy that stood out from the rest of the group. Shit, a leader. I held my ground and I act again.

"Sir, how can I make it up to you." I said innocently staring at him. I see him smirk walking closer to me. He was about to grab my hand but I lift up my leg and kick him straight in the middle of his legs. I instantly turn around and start running. That's right bitch, a woman like me can run in heels. I turn down the quiet alley way. I turn left and squeeze through a small alley way enough for me to fit through.

"Come on. Come on." I repeatedly muttered. I quickly shuffle through the end and I made it. I gasp for breath I could see them faintly on the other side.

"Where'd she go?" the leader yelled with anger. I turned around to leave but was stopped by a rock hard object, I look up to see two men standing next to each other. The one I bumped into had ruffled black hair and his eyes were boring into mine. He had a long sword next to his side. The second man had long blonde hair with a black eye patch over his left eye. Who are these guys?

"Hehe, there you are little mouse." I hear a gruff voice whisper into my left ear. I yelp in surprise and I back into the man with black hair. I gasp from the contact. I was standing in the middle of two groups of men just standing down at me. I stand in fear but I stood my ground. I'm not weak. I defiantly don't trust the the group on my left. The other two seem suspicious as well. I turn around and I lip out the two words. Help me. I stare into the black haired man's eyes. He was silent. He grunted and closed his eyes. He walks towards me and I yelp as he circles his arm around my waist protectively.

"Mine." He grunted to the leader. His grip tightened a bit.

"Oi, Nic what are you doing?" The blonde one mutters behind us.

"She was ours' first man!" a follower shouted trying to act cool, but he was failing.

I don't think the man took his word. I squeal as he picks me up bridal style. What is this guy doing?! He turns around and walks beside his friend?

"Oi! You bastard!" the leader yells. I heard a clink of a gun. I gasp and I shut my eyes. A gunshot erupts from the alley way. The guy was still walking and I open my eyes. Everything was fuzzy. What the fuck just happened? I leaned my head back to see the blonde holding his gun with smoke emitting from the barrel. He puts his gun back in it's holster. Shouting comes out of the alley way. The blonde jogs up to us and the man puts me back onto my feet. I look up and just stare at the two.

"Um... thank you..." I looked away blushing.

"It's ok ma'am just don't get yourself in trouble again." He says smiling. My face is really hot now. My god, his smile is cute. I look up at the guy that carried me and he just stares at me. I smile and give him a small curtsy. Gee, this guy doesn't talk much.

"Thank you again for everything." I smiled and I walked past them. I need to go see my baby.

*Knock Knock*

I patiently waited for about a minute until the door opened. I turn around and a giggle comes from him. I give him a warm smile and I lean down with my arms spread wide open.

"Hey sweetie!" I said smiling with glee.