I'm not a gold digger and I really don't consider myself a hoe. I'm just a girl who likes to fuck and get money. What the fuck is wrong wit' that?
-- Omanda
I hooked my lace bra back together behind my back as I watched Dre clean him self up with the damp face towel I gave him. He think he's the shit now 'cause I let him fuck when I clearly told him he wasn't going to a few hours ago.
You see, Dre is the type of nigga that loves to be in control. He likes to think he's always runnin' shit and bitches gotta' cater to his every need. He gotta' have control over the female's mind, body, and soul.
His ego is just too big for words. Too bad you can't say the same for his penis.
Dre threw the towel at me before pulling up his jeans. He smirked at me before getting ready to walk out of the room.
I stood straight up from my bed, blocking his path. "Uhh... where the fuck you think you goin' without givin' me my money?" I told him while hold on hand out and placing the other on my hips.
His smiled vanished in a heart beat. Dre loudly smacked his teeth. "Man, damn! You ain't nothin' but ah hoe!"
I shook my head and wiggled my fingers that was on my held out hand. "Yeah, and you ain't nothin' but a frontin' ass nigga! Broke ass! You gotta pay to play, don't act fuckin' brand new."
Dre smacked his teeth again before digging in his pocket. He pulled out a few wrinkled bills and roughly put it in my hand. "Now, move! Wit'cho gold diggin' ass."
I unballed the the three bills.
Sixty dollars.
I rolled my eyes at Dre before moving aside. When he walked by me I made sure I pushed the back of his head.
"Cheap ass! Get the fuck out!"
Dre mumbled something I could care less about while making his way to the door. I followed close behind him, wishing he would walk his ass a little faster.
When we finally got to the door, I gave him a lil push in his back so I could hurry up and lock the door after him.
He said something else irrelevant before I slammed the door in his face. He came over, we fucked, I got my money. What else is there to talk about?
I made my way back to my room, passing my snoring momma again, and went to find some clothes.
Before me and Dre got started 'using rubbers tonight', as he would say, Brown texted me with some unexpected news. At first, I thought he was texting me for some reunited sex, but it turned out to be way better than that.
I grabbed a old pair of grey sweat pants and a white, dingy, T-shirt. What's the use of dressing up for no reason? That's a waste of a good, clean offit. Plus, its dark as hell outside. Ain't nobody about to be lookin' at my fit. I slipped my feet in my white, plastic flip flops and left my room.
As I was passing my momma--which felt like the tenth time tonight-- she grabbed my wrist out of her sleep.
"Where you think you goin', girl?" She said, wide awake.
I put my hand on my chest. She scared the shit out of me! "Momma, you can't be doin that! You gon' make me have a heart attack."
She sat up straight and looked up at me over her round glasses. "I saaaaaaaaid where the HELL you think you goin', girl!" She squeezed my wrist in her hand before shaking it hard.
"I got'ta go meet up wit' a friend, Momma. I'm grown, remember?" I said kindly while trying to get my wrist away from this crazy woman.
"Mmhmm! Just make sure yo' 'grown' ass back here before I go lie down 'cause when I lock my door, ya ass gon' be locked out too! Now get'cha 'grown' ass on!" She threw my wrist out of her hand before easing her back back to the chair.
Before I got to the door she was snoring again.
I shook my head and opened the door. She be killin' me!
I hoped in my lil red Toyota Celica and pulled out of our trash free yard. Unlike most people around here, we kept our grass cut and our yard clean.
I stopped at the stop sign at the beginning of my street and put my Future CD in. I skipped the CD to track fourteen, letting Turn On The Lights blast in my radio. I don't know shit he sayin' in the verses, but I love the chorus.
I bobbed my head and pulled off, heading straight to Richmond. It's like I seen money signs the whole way there.
