At Her Best.

Two.

The night was young, so that meant I was on the prowl. After three horrible clients, with the mayor being the absolute worst, I was ready to kick back and get loose. Smiling gleefully as I slipped on an extremely tight-fitting dress, I thought of the many ways I could pull the mayor from his pedestal. I was working overtime on this one, because I really wanted this man to fall, and fall hard. The deceitful bastard didn't know what was coming to him, and that alone was enough to tip me over the edge with happiness.

I admired myself in the huge hotel mirror, impressed with the view. I was looking snatched and my hair was still laid. Your girl was downright slaying. And I didn't even touch up my make up yet. Not to brag, but God really took His time with me.

My phone was pinging uncontrollably, and I rolled my eyes as I glanced at the top notification. My very thirsty friend Astra was in the lobby waiting on me, ready to turn up. Normally I would enjoy the airhead's company, but recently her groupie ways were getting to me. Although I had a very promiscuous job, I moved with class, style and grace. And no shade, but Astra was not and never tried to be that. It was so cringy and embarrassing watching her try to rope in men, especially the rich men we encountered. And that wasn't a good look for me, seeing that she was always associated with me.

Sliding my feet in my favorite Louboutin's, I gave myself another look in the mirror. I was stunning, I was beautiful, I was that bitch. My ass and tits were looking fantastic, and I could clearly see my gym membership paying off. Everything was looking right and tight.

Grabbing my shit and heading through the door, I hit Renzo up to let him know what my whereabouts were. My brother and I made a vow to always keep tabs on each other, no matter how small the situation was. Safety was always top priority.

"Damn, bitch. It took you long enough." Astra snapped when she saw me drawing closer. "You look fine though mama. That dress is it."

I gave Astra a small twirl and smiled delightfully at her compliment. This bimbo sure knew how to dish out praises of admiration, which was one of the main reasons I kept her around. The other reason was that she was filthy rich, and anytime I needed a connect with other socialites or places, Astra was right on time. We had a good balance, and even though I talked mad shit about her, she always came through and one thing I loved was consistency.

"So what's the move for tonight?" Astra asked as we walked arm and arm to her Aston Martin. "I heard Cita is where the vibe is."

I rolled my eyes at Astra's dumb suggestion. Cita was a waste of an investment if you ask me, and this twit of a friend should know that low budget clubs was not how I rolled. And furthermore, her privilege ass shouldn't even want to be around that environment. I swear without me Astra would be a lost puppy, clinging to anything and anyone. Sis needed to open her mind to bigger possibilities, it's not like she couldn't afford it.

"I was thinking of a more upscale outing tonight. I heard Mason's just opened, and it's super packed already with all the ballers and rich elites." I said.

"Mason's?" Astra questioned as she revved up the car and proceeded driving. "As in Jamal Mason's new joint? I've seen people on Twitter raving about his club. Damn, he's doing big things."

I smirked seductively and nodded. Jamal Mason. Oooh, he was one man that could get this pussy for free. The glorified high school quarterback, turned drug dealer, turned business mogul was at the top of his game. He was a real inspiration, making something out of nothing and bringing along his homeboys with him. He was a true boss, and made several passes at me which I happily turned down. I was feeling Jamal, but he would never know how I felt about him. That would give him too much advantage. And a man having any sort of control over me was not happening. I don't know, something about playing hard to get excited me. It made me feel powerful. Especially when it's a sexy ass man trying to give you the world on a silver platter.