The Business Woman

Nobody's Perfect

Working after school isn't easy, at least not in these 6-inch heels and this G-string that won't stop riding in between my ass. Business was never slow for me, shit I knew what all the niggas wanted. Some wanted to be dominated some wanted to dominate, but they all had a common goal. I walked up to the very familiar blue Chevy parked on the side of the curb.

Low and behold it was Chad, a man in his late twenties, who couldn't get enough of sliding himself into my pussy.

Every Tuesday, he was here, waiting to have the thrill of his life. I always kept my customers coming back for more.

"Hey ma." he acknowledged me and I already knew what time it was.

I hopped in the passenger seat and we drove to a hotel that I knew all too well Merlot Inn. He unlocked the door with the key card and revealed a worn down basic hotel room with an ugly floral print comforter displayed on the twin-sized bed. The dingy gray carpet had stains and the dusty brown curtains had holes. The air in the was stale and stagnant.

I sat on the bed and took off my clothes, starting with the sheer black top that stopped right above my torso. Chad began undressing as he had our little routine down pat. I never held a full conversation with my clients, other than what type of pleasure they wanted and how much it would cost them. I wanted to do what I needed to do and leave without any loose ends. When I finished with Chad, he paid me and I returned to the block. After a few more customers, I made my way home.

I moved to Miami to get away from my family and dram, so I started taking classes at the community college. I refused to be a prostitute for a long period, this was short term and this was what was paying my bills.

I released a sigh of relief when I unlocked the front door of my apartment and saw Teddy running towards me. Teddy was my brown, long-haired German Shepard. He was my baby.

"Good Boy," I said as I bent down to rub his head. I snatched my heels off and threw them in the corner, along with the rest of the countless pairs of heels that I'd done the same with. I needed to sit down and finish my Algebra homework. I always hated math, it was my worst subject. The only numbers I was good at was counting my money. I sat in front of the large glass window with my legs crossed and my math book in my lap. Teddy was lying in his bed and I was stuck on the second math problem until I caved in and decided to call it a night. I walked down the hall to my bedroom and took a long shower allowing the warm water to seep into my skin. After washing my body well enough, I stepped out and headed to bed.

An hour later, the alarm blared loudly waking me up from my sleep. I hit the snooze button, giving me time to get my thoughts together. I picked up the phone to stop the alarm but began scurrying when the clock read,  2:00.

"Shit," I said aloud in frustration. This was the third time this week that I was late to class. I threw on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I grabbed a pair of converses and headed down the elevator to get to my car. Traffic wasn't bad and I got to school only 45 minutes late.

I peeked in the classroom before entering, Mr. Porter had already begun his lecture, so I quietly made my way to my seat, trying not to distract him or my classmates. English 102, this class was my absolute favorite.  It was a challenge balancing the writing and reading assignments and maintaining my reputation in the streets.

We dissected Shakespeare's work by studying Romeo and Juliet act by act. Before the end of class, I found myself sound asleep on the desk.

"Maliyah." I heard Mr. Porter's voice call out. After a few more times of hearing my name. I realized I wasn't dreaming and I woke up and lifted my head from the desk.

"I know this isn't high school, but don't sleep in my class. I won't tell you again. I'll have to report you to the dean." He said frowning.

I didn't reply to his threat. I could barely pay attention to the rest of the class, due to my case of sleep deprivation.

When class was over, I  grabbed my things and went home to get ready for work. I didn't have a pimp, which was the plus side of this job. All the money I worked for came to me tax-free. It was a little chilly outside, so I decided to wear thigh high heels with a sleek long sleeve bodysuit. I met up with Karmen, a badass bitch, that I met when I first moved to Florida. 

We were in this together. We decided to do business in the suburbs today, where'd we be meeting up with Mr. Harris and his friends for a bachelor party. Mr. Gary Harris is the mayor of Hialeah Gardens, a very rich man indeed he is.  The location we were meeting him, was a beautiful home that I could only dream of living in. But at least I'd get this one night to enjoy the luxurious life. Karmen called a few of her other friends to join us at the party. One thing about us is that we always wore masquerade masks to hide our identity. It kind of made me feel like A slutty Wonder Woman, but it didn't bother me, I had dick riding superpowers and they were making me money. Just as suspected the inside of the house was gorgeous, marble floors, porcelain statues, a large fireplace and a bar full of alcohol.

"Welcome ladies." Mr. Harris said with a grin on his face as all the men roared and cheered.

There were 5 men and 5 of us which was great, no one would be getting a threesome tonight. The men paired themselves off with the ladies until it was just me and a very familiar Mr. Porter. He didn't look like the high class over the top teacher he usually was, he looked fine as hell in his white V neck and dark-colored jeans. His brown locks were untamed and wild, unlike earlier today when he wore slacks and a button-down.

The thought of him finding out who I was made me cringe and rethink this whole arrangement, but before I could back out he grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs.