Charity
So after that long ass flight from LAX, i finally made it to Miami. It's hot as a mother but it's nothing I can't handle.
After getting my bag from Baggage Claim, I waited outside for my ride. Moments later, Trixie came in a nice BMW.
"Hey love." She said as I got in.
"Hey you." I smiled. "You look good."
"Thank you and so do you."
We both talked throughout the car ride about what we've been doing. I told her about me and Julius and she talked about her little relationships she made while living down here.
She pulled up to a big ass beach house and I was lost for words. It was beautiful and spacious. "This you?" I asked.
"Yup." She said removing her shades. "One of the houses i stay in."
"Well damn bitch I'm tryna get like you." I said putting my bags down.
"Well if you're serious I can help you."
"For real?" She nodded. "Well put me on."
We both took a seat on the couch and I couldn't help but stare at her chandelier. "What exactly do you do that made you afford all of this?"
"I'm a transporter."
"Transport what exactly?"
"Drugs." She said. She pulled a small pipe and sniffed it which must had coke in it. "Basically my boss gives me the product and has me take to the customer. But most times it just be dudes throwing parties and such."
I just sat there quietly. "And you use it also?"
"I mean well yea, it makes me less nervous and more calm for what I'm about to do."
"And all you do is deliver?"
"Well not all the time, sometimes I'd have to do little jobs like suck some dick or have sex with them."
"So you're basically a prostitue."
"Don't think of it like that." She said before taking another sniff. "Just think of going to parties almost every night."
I didn't know what to think. This girl fucking crazy.
"Look I can tell by your face that you seem unsure but you'll earn up to 5 stacks a night."
"5 stacks?" That number kept circling in my head. I mean if I be apart of this then this would change my whole image completely. But at the same time I need this money. Now I could just say no and find another place for work but what other place offers this much? Besides a strip club, and everyone knows prostitution occurs in them clubs too so I don't see much of a difference.
"When can I start?" I asked. She smiled.
"I'll call my boss and we can meet with him later tonight."
*
Later that night
Trixie told me dress all sexy and I couldn't help but get a little nervous. First we're going to meet her boss so I can know whether if I got the job or not, and according to her I can most likely start tonight.
After I got all dressed in this black strapless dress with my black red bottoms and my hair bone straight, I asked for her approval and she loved it.
"Girl you look bangin' in that dress." She said grabbing her keys.
"Thank you."
We left her place and drove down through the city. Looking around at the bright lights and watching all the mix people laugh and socialize with one another made me think about New York again.
