I woke up the next morning with a headache and not remembering a thing that happened. I turned over to see Mesha in my bed. Or at least I think that's her name. I shook her.
"Mesha.?"
She turned over and looked at me groaning.
"Good Morning to you too." She smiled and stroked my cheek leaning in to kiss me. I shivered and flinched away.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I don't roll that way. I mean you're pretty and all but I'm straight Mesha."
She frowned. "You did last night."
I blinked and rose one eyebrow. I tried to think back to anything that happened last night. I couldn't remember shit.
"What happened last night?" I asked. She just rose and put on her clothes. I looked around the room to see my clothes all over the place . I slowly looked back at her to see she was looking at me dead in my eyes.
"We didn't..."
"We did Sharai. I actually thought it was something special, but I see you were so throwed you didn't even know what was happening." She kisses my forehead. "Its okay though. I'll act like it never happened. Get dressed we gotta go to the trap."
I looked at her nervously and curiously.
"The trap?" I asked.
"Yeah the trap house. Or do you not remember that either?"
"Its all a blur, Mesha" I told her. She sighed and held the bridge of her nose. She looked truly hurt and upset.
"Look, you made a commitment, and you have to honor it. Whether you like it or not is not an option. Business is business. The streets don't care about your opinion, and neither do I, honestly. I should kill you just for knowing my real name. Get dressed. Let's go."
I jumped up and got dressed.
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In about 20 minutes we were at the trap. She told the girl who was guarding the door the code word to let her in. She looked at me then back to Mesha.
"She Cool." She told her and gave me one last long look before granting Mesha and I entry.
Once I walked in there were nothing, but females. I expected it to at least be a few dudes or something. But its straight titties around here. Literally. Most females were naked, counting money, bagging pills, rocks, crack, or coke, or making it.
"Come on." Mesha said as she lead me somewhere I don't know.
"Good Morning, D" one girl greeted her smiling as she walked by. I wondered who D was, but I just assumed it was the new she went by.
"Good Morning Trisha" she smiled back at her and she giggled and winked. I felt slightly irritated but I let it slide.
Once we got to the back room she called her "office" she layed out a map of the city on her desk. She pointed to three blocks telling them that they were mine.
"Mine to what?" I asked confused.
"To sell dumbass, unless you wanna be stripped down to your nothing and bag or count. Because I know you can't make the shit."
I didn't appreciate her calling me a dumb ass, but apparently I decided on this new career they call the streets. She dismissed me and told me to go ask Sweetness for my first bag. This bag would be mine for a week. If I run out I come back for a refill. The bag has to be empty by the end of the week or else there will be consequences. Basically, I'm dead.
After I collect my money from the sales I bring it back, give to the girls to count and I would then collect my portion from Mesha. Didn't seem too hard. I just hope I don't fuck up.
Trisha in the MM
