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I stood in front of this background and posed for the photographer. I've been hustling lately and been pulling gigs left and right. I was thankful because I knew I was born to be famous. Everybody was gonna know who "Booda" is if I can help it. I had this sexy modeling shit down packed and I knew it. I did a few more poses and I saw French standing in the background. Once the photographer said we were taking a break, I walked over to him getting him with a hug. "You look sexy as fuck, Ma" "Thank you boo. I didn't think you were coming." "I told you I was, Ima man of my word shorty." "Hmm, let me go see what he talking about 'cause I think I'm done for the day and we could get outta here." He nodded and I walked over to the photographer and review some of the pictures he took. I loved damn near all of them. We wrapped the photo shoot up then French and I left the studio. ** "So I was thinking we could do a business and pleasure type of deal." He looked at my like I caught him off guard. But if he didn't already realize, I'm a straight forward type of bitch. I don't sugarcoat shit for anybody. "What you mean"? "Well, you help me and I help you." "And what can you exactly help me with Ma"? He asked with a smirk on his face. "You take me to VIP type of events and I'll make sure I'm the baddest bitch in the room for you. You help me get my face out there and I'll make you look good." "So what's the pleasure part of the deal"? "Well, I wanna fuck you. I have wanted too since I first met you. So you know." "And what if I want more"? "You won't. You're about to be fucking famous. You're gonna wanna fuck all the bitches you can. Plus I'm just not girlfriend material right now." "I like you're style. Word up but I'm down under one condition." I raised my eyebrow looking at him over a glass. "And what's that"? "Once you do get on, I don't wanna see you with any other rap niggas. You can be in videos and shit but none of that personal shit. Cause at the end of the day, you're gonna look like my bitch. And I can't have my bitch embarrassing me." "You got it, no other up and coming modeling bitches for you either." "Deal." "Deal, let's get this money." We both raised our glasses and clinked them together.
*Azahra's Point Of View*
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