ANESIA aka DIAMOND
POV: After stripping for a while , you get used to men wanting you for sex, they just want your body cause they saw the tricks you can do on that pole but some of these girls have hearts and only want to be loved they ain't doing this shit to be a hoe they doing this shit to get paid to provide and support themselves and their families. That's why I hate when a bitch come through these doors playing around and shit, thinking this shit all fun and games,that make real bitches like me get mad. That's why the new bitches hate my ass cause I ain't playing I get there, get my money and leave. Its one bitch that hate my ass I cant wait for that bitch to pop the fuck off because I'm going be ready for her ass when she do.
* Dropping on the poles, and twirling and stuff*
Me: *singing* bands to make me dance, bands to make me dance...
POV: I'm showing out on this pole tonight...I've made enough tonight I'm going to call it a night and go home I have shopping to do tomorrow. As I walk to the back I notice this new girl. Damn she looks young... and scared as fuck...
*Walks over to where she's at*
Me: Hey little girl, how old are you?
Her: I'm not a little girl, Okay! I'm in here like you're in here, we're the same.
Me: Bitch no we not, see I'm not looking like a scared little bitch who ain't been in here before ERRbody in this bitch knows diamond hoe. Bye hoe, I was trying to help you out... I see where kindness gets me.
Her: I'm sorry, look I'm going through some shit right now. I'm hiding from my pimp. He may be here tonight... I'm just trying to make some money. I cant sell on the streets any more everybody know I'm his property.
Me: His property? OMG you're dumber than you look, you ain't nobody's property, hell you barely even yo mama property. Well, bitch idk if he gone be here tonight or not but if you was gone go out looking like you looking you wasn't gone make none no way.
Her: You real funny hoe, but anyway my name is not bitch its Delia but everybody calls me delicious.
Me: Well, Delia how old are you?
Delia: 17
Me: SEVENTEEN!! Girl, you just a baby and you need your ass whooped talking bout some pimp, and properties and shit.
Delia: Well scream it to the world!
Me: I need to be screaming it to yo mama trifling ass!
Delia: Don't talk about my mama she's dead.
Me: When did she die?
Delia: When I was five.
Me: Girl, don't say no more .The more I talk to you the more I get stressed out and I've been stress free for a while and I'm not trying to ruin it... so I'm going to let you enjoy your night with pimps and prostitutes and shit because this is too much for me and my dog and she ain't even here right now.
Delia: Where you going?
Me: Home, where I go every night.
Delia: well let me ride with you, can you drop me off with my foster parents, I haven't seen them in a while I'll surprise them.
Me: Sure, come on little girl.
Delia: I'm not little!!
Me: Tell that to somebody else.
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Ghetto Stories
Teen FictionYou probably have seen hood stories but not like what you're about to read, this book has a lot of twists and secrets that will be revealed