BLACK HUSTLE SERIES: FOR SALE (BOOK 1)

ȸ 1 ȸ (BWWM)

***This story discusses sensitive topics such as prostitution, suicide, and SA. Please DO NOT read if this subject matter is triggering to you***

She was sick and tired of her folks.

"I really don't want to see those lying pieces of shit."

"Are you sure you want to miss out on this opportunity?"

The statement weighed more than anyone who had never lived her life could ever imagine. Even though she already knew the answers to her mentor's questions, Brea's own personal sense of awareness never prevented the driver from posing them to her anyway.

Eva was the only person who encouraged Brea to get her life together. If the woman hinted at nothing else, her mentor always emphasized the self-empowerment that came along when a woman exercised control over the present, past, and future versions of herself.

One of the older woman's favorite sayings was, "Just because you a hoe don't mean you have to be stupid or tied to past mistakes. So focus on getting ya game up, and fuck any of that dumb shit that tries to stand in your way of becoming successful."

Hanging out with Eva meant you had to be willing to change your outlook on life by becoming upwardly mobile. Anybody lucky enough to spend real time with her went through a kind of HCHBC or High-Class-Hoe-Boot-Camp. It was during that time that she helped you to face the things that made you weak and insignificant to others by teaching you how to use their preconceived notions about you to your advantage.

Eva helped Brea to understand that even though they were looked down on and considered cast-a-ways by society, they were far from that.

The first time she laid eyes on Eva, Brea thought the woman was just some bougie bitch who didn't know what the fuck she was talking about.

But how could she forget that on that same day, a cold-ass female allowed what appeared to be a weakness to help her land an audience with a slick mouth pimp known by the streets as Pablito.

On the first day that they met, her pimp had just finished tuning Brea up for fighting one of his friends after the disgusting fucker tried to tie her up and do some freaky shit she wasn't down with. Somehow, a stranger found out about Brea and requested a meet-n-greet with the hopes of taking the little Latina off Pablito's hands.

"If it ain't lil Miss Eva herself," The tall chiseled Hispanic man flashed his guest a million-dollar smile as he checked her out while assessing her curves.

Anyone who was unaware of Pablito's profession would have insisted he had to be a runway model rather than a low life flesh peddler.

"How is life treating you, P?"

A smooth sensual tone hummed in Brea's ears giving the young woman a tingle rushing over her much like the first gulp of hot chocolate on an icy winter day. She witnessed the way the woman's voice affected her stupid ass pump as she watched him shiver after his initial was spoken. It was almost as if the stranger actually reached out and stroked his crotch even though she hadn't touched the man at all.

Brea verified that something was different with the woman based on the way she utilized her words to address a man who was feared by those who lived in the shadows. Any fool with eyes could see the lady wasn't some common hoe from the stroll. Not only did her clothes scream money, but only those who were on Pablito's level dared to address the man as P.

Since the day her foster parents introduced her to him, Brea had never seen a woman walk in like a gangsta and finesse Pablito's punk-ass the way she had witnessed on that day.