BLACK HUSTLE SERIES: FOR SALE (BOOK 1)

ȸ 7 ȸ (BWWM)

Never discuss tricks or the moves you use to lock they asses in.

"Hey, miss lady what you been up to today?" Brea came in with her crunk-n- crazy self.

"You know me, sweetie. Always stacking my paper."

Eva never discussed her playtime with her tricks. People who discussed what a nigga was doing to and for them were stupid as fuck.

Why would you tell another bitch what yo trick is bringing to the table? A true hoe was always about making that money. Entice that ass with stories of ass sniffing pervs with unlimited bank and diamond dealers who use ice as a currency to get in that ass, and you telling that hoe to try to steal your shit.

A lady never kisses and tells, and a hoe should have sense enough to keep her motherfucking mouth shut. Tell your business and soon you won't have any business to be flapping them gums about.

The shit that Eva did to keep her johns in line should be patented and trademarked. She made sure that each experience was personally customized. It was like going to your favorite ride in a theme park and riding it as many times as you could for a set amount of time. They gave her what she wanted, and she had them walking light-headed than a motherfucka with empty balls when they left.

Them bitches felt like they was high as fuck after she put that black mamba on they ass.

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Time to party.

The ladies took a stretch white limo to the party. The illusion of money was powerful and they had to appear to have lots of it.

Powerful people craved more power. Wealthy people craved more wealth. Those who were connoisseurs of beauty craved to collect more beautiful people and beautiful things. Business people, law enforcement, politicians, world leaders, and many others who possessed a certain level of wealth came to Eva's parties with one thing in mind. These people were looking for something very specific. They had no desire to be caught pandering but pander they would. The best way to get around the pitfalls was to arrange a party.

No money was ever exchanged at the event and anyone who left with someone was considered to be just a "date".

When the pay-to-play system was devised, a front was created to move money around without implicating her guest. Eva proposed a business idea to several investors and introduced a fool-proof business plan. The year she spent fucking her way up to her high-dollar friends was also spent inventing a product and incorporating it with a service.

Eva researched internet business models for currently successful internet businesses. She found every and anything a person could possibly want. She noticed that there were dating websites for all types of people.

One day it hit her that she could create a site exclusively for those who wanted to pay for a certain type of companionship. The only problem with that was the fact that prostitution was only legal in Nevada and any type of sex sales online would bring hard federal time.

It took her the whole year of fucking and sucking before she came up with the idea of selling an actual product as a front for selling sex.

Once she presented her idea and business model, she had several investors clamoring to get in on the ground level of the business venture. They knew her idea would be highly profitable if she could pull it off.

They supplied her with the funding to set up a fully functioning website and secure a supplier which allowed their guests to purchase powerful natural aphrodisiacs. Each guest set up a reserve account. In the reserve account, they would deposit a sum of money equivalent to what the intended purchase amount would be.