Deception

Chapter 8: What it Is and What It Will Be

On the plane i was so tired. It was hard for me to sleep the previous night. So many things were running through my mind. Rick was seated by the window on the plane but made me sit by it. I had never been on a plane before. Im sure he has lots of times but makes me sit by the window. Im not worried about it because im not scared of heights. Everything was so small up high. I felt like i myself was actually flying. In the air problems didnt exist, unless this motherfucker decides to go down. Pulling me out of my thoughts i felt Rick's hand going up my skirt.
"Um what are you doing?" I asked him. This bastard has ignoring me now hes slipping his damn hand up my skirt.
"You wanna join the mile high club?" He looked at me with such sincerity i couldnt tell if he was serious or not. I moved his hand over and said no. He laughed at me quite hysterically.
"You saying no to me is sexy." What in the hell is this guy on? Hes seriously bi polar. I need to stay on top of things because I dont know what to expect from this guy. The plane began to experience turbulance. That really freaked me out i was certain the plane was going down. I began to hyperventilate and sweat. Rick looked at me, he genuinly looked concern. He put his arms around me.
"Rissa this is normal theres nothing wrong with the plane." That made me feel a tad bit better. Im just ready to get off this thing. When you are terrified time sure goes slow. I ended up dozing off. Im not sure how long i was sleep before i felt Rick shaking me telling me we were there. My heart began to race i was so excited! After we exited the plane we got our bags and went to rent a car. Rick was a big spender he rented us a nice Range Rover.
"Ight Shawty time to go get us some new clothes." He informed me.
"Do you know your way around here?" I asked
"Yeah i come out here all the time."
"Well shouldnt we get our hotel first? I asked.
"Oh yeah you right. Girl you're smart thats why you are here with me." I smiled. Look whos being a gentleman. When Rick got the room i was shocked that he got two different rooms. I had been quiet about his weird ass behaviors but this i had to get some answers to.
"Why did you get two seperate rooms for?" I asked.
"Are you my girlfriend?" He asked me.
"No." I answered.
"Then why the fuck you wanna share a room with me?" He quizzed. I didnt say anything. He was right, but i still was unsatisfied. What the fuck was up with this dude? After we got settled in to our SEPERATE rooms we headed out on the strip to shop. Everything i picked out he didnt like and made me put it back.
"Look what size you wear in dresses?" He asked.
"Uh a size 8". I told him.
"Go stand at the register and wait for me." He said. Is this nigga picking out my clothes because he doesnt like my fashion sense? Was he controlling or just GAY. I didnt want to argue with his weird ass so i let him do him. We hit a few more stores. I got a few pairs of sexy heels and some provacative makeup. I had to look older so i could get into all the 21 and up casinos. I was curious as to what Rick picked out for me because he wouldnt let me see the bag. It was still early when we returned to our hotel. I was a tad bit relieved we got seperate rooms because he was annoying me with his stupid ass mood swings. When i got to my room he finally gave me the big bag with my dresses in it. As i sat and looked around at my extravagant hotel room I had never felt so alone. No one has wished me a happy birthday. Not even Rick. I thought about what Camille was doing with herself. I hadnt spoken to her since everything escalated with Lamar. I ordered some room service and turned on a movie. My Vegas experience was starting off with me having a negetive attitude. At that moment my cell phone began vibrating. Happy birthday texts came swarming in. People who i havnt spoken to in months even wished me a Happy Birthday. I didnt give a damn about these they meant nothing coming from peole who think negetively of me. Camille even sent me a happy birthday. That made me feel a tad bit better. A call from my estranged mother took me by surprise. She sounded drunk and exausted. At least the stupid bitch remembered unlike my dad. After my depressed thoughts consumed me I fell right back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later to banging on my door. I knew it was Rick. He told me to get ready and make myself look desirable we had moves to make. I hadnt even looked in the bag Rick gave to me. As i looked through all the dresses Rick got for me i noticed they were all short and revealing. I was excited. I was going to step out of my box and dress like a whore. This is Vegas i want to blend in. Surprisingly all the dresses were super cute. This crazy ass man had good taste. I decided to wear a short strapless white dress. I put on gold jewelry with a gold belt. I gave my eyes a smokey effect with my eye shaddow with a gold trim. I looked fabulous. I didnt want my hair straight because i knew i would end up sweating it out. So i wore my hair kinky and curly. I belonged on the cover of a magazine in my opinion. I topped my out fit off with the gold heels i had just purchased and a few squirts Of Dona Karen's Golden delicious fragrance. When Rick saw me his mouth dropped. He had never seen me completely done up. I knew he wanted a piece. Rick took me to a party at a big fancy casino in the heart of the strip. They didnt even ask me for my i.d. i knew i was going to have fun. Rick had an entourage of guys he met up with. They all looked like they had money. Business men in Vegas trying to cut loose. I wandered away from Rick and had some. Drinks. I could still see Rick. He looked like he was doing a drug deal with one of the white guys. What threw me off is That he started pointing at me. Why were these guys talking about me? Rick signaled for me to come back to him. He introduced me to his friend.
"This is Richard my very RICH and bored friend." Rick said to me. I shook his hand. Rick then escorted me away.
"Look Larissa this man is very rich and would like some company for the night. Hes willing to pay you 5000 dollars so do it." I couldnt believe what this fool just said to me to do. Then i thought 5000 dollars? He was willing to pay that for one night? I was so down. Interupting my thoughts again.
"Before you get all scared ima let you know you aint cut out for the drug game ill hook you up with these rich tricks cuz that bitch Lashay aint gone carry your weight forever you need to get your own money." He explained.
"How much i gotta give you?" I questioned.
"20 percent thats all so out of your 5000 all i want is 1000." He assured me. Thats not bad at all. I was nervous as fuck. For some reason i trusted Rick. He had a way with words. Everything was starting to make sense. The trip to Vegas, the slutty clothes,and the seperate rooms. This guy was a genious in a twisted sort of way. I walked back over to Richard. He was a handsom tall white guy with a Taylor made Armani suit on. We were definately going to have a good time. I thought i would be scared but im not. Im getting 5000 dollars for my pussy. I liked sex so why not get paid for something I liked doing. The three of us left the casino and headed back to the hotel. Richard and I parted ways with Rick when we reached my hotel room. The first hour i spent with Richard was very casual. We talked and laughed it was like a normal date. I felt very comfortable with him. As we drank wine he pulled out a little bag filled with white powder.
"You should try some of this angel." He said to me. White guys are so fucking corny. Im not no damn angel. You are paying for my pussy for crying out loud. As he layed it across the coffee table i agreed to do it. It was my first time the shit burned like hell. It felt like it was burning my brain. It took about 5 minutes for it to take effect. I felt so loose and careless. Having sex with this white guy was not even a problem until i saw his seemingly microscopic dick! Now wonder he was paying so much. His dick was like where's waldo. This was the easiest money because he didnt want to fuck me just wanted me to give him a hand job. The whole night he felt and caressed my body he really got off on that. I know all my encounters were not going to be this easy but im definately greatful i did not have to do a whole lot my first time so that i can get used to the idea. The next morning when i woke up Richard was gone. I felt so disgusting and worthless. Sitting there on my counter was a white envelope. He left me 6000 dollars instead of 5000. I decided not to tell Rick about that and give him his 1000 dollars as planned. I still felt gross but as soon as i get back home i can get a car and maybe even an apartment depending on how much money i make here. Not everybody loves their job but they tolerate it thats just what im going to have to do tolerate it.