Poetic Justice

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Laila 🌷
I carefully tip toed into the living room, I could tell he was angry about something and I didn't want to make it worse for me.

He sat there in complete anger, the box was agape.. it exposed a white powdery substance in the shape of bricks. Elijah glance up at me and it was evident.. he was beyond pissed.

"What's this? Drugs or something?" I asked raising an eyebrow, maybe I should've looked in the box before he came home.

"It's supposed to be 12,000 worth of fucking coke, but instead it's damn heavily compacted, highly fragrant baby fucking POWDER!" he yelled, now standing in my face. I looked up at him biting my lip, I tried hiding back my fear.

He raises his right hand and strikes it across my face. His strength was too much for me...So, i fell. Crying, i couldn't believe he was mad at me.

My face was for sure going to be bruised from the slap, he stood over me and started to unbuckle his leather belt. "Stupid ass bitches man, and then you dressed like a ho while this scamming ass nigga over here.. aight bet." He chuckled darkly, and started to hit me repeatedly with the belt, I cried out in agony.

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I didn't understand why he would need drugs, and I didn't understand why the man would play him like that.

Me being distracted by my thoughts lasted for about 3 seconds.. he strikes my ass with the thick belt, once it hit my skin I screamed out from all the stinging and never ending pain I was experiencing..
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After many hits and many silent prayers, he stopped.. he flipped me over so I was on my back, he pulled down the shorts I was wear and smirked to himself.
"Mmmm, you fasho gettin' pregnant tonight, imma make sure." He groaned, he pulled down my lacy underwear that I got from Walmart, he quickly slammed in me and started to thrust violently right off the bat.

I was turned on by looking at Game, so I was still soaking , and now I was thinking about him, and it made me even more wetter.

"No! No! Stop!" I yelled, I squirmed placing my hand on his stomach trying to push him back, my actions caused him to grip my arms and put them over my head as he continued to thrust, after 2 minutes he busts his seed inside of me. He was still ejaculating .. and me being fertile I knew..

It was only a matter of time before I ended up pregnant.

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It's been hard, Elijah act as if he hated me, and he lost his job. So, now I had to job search. I was already up at 7, so I took a warm shower and scrubbed my body with my fruity Dove soap, I did my hygiene thing and I put on my undergarments. I felt if I was on thin ice with Eli, so I picked my outfit out with caution. I settled on a grey "Harvard" T-shirt, some black ripped jeans, and my grey Vans that I caught on-sale at the Thrift store.
Even though I didn't have a lot of money, appearances were everything to me.. so I slid a lint roller on my clothes to get any imperfections. I walk into the bathroom and I put my hair in a high bun and I left the apartment.

 
I looked at the sign, i sighed I look up at the sky and I giggled. I knew my parents where turning over in their graves by now, but I have to find a way to support me and Eli. This was the first place on my list, I know it's a stretch to want to work here, but we need money fast..and this was the only place I could think of.

   "The Pony"

I know, I know. It's a strip club, but I need to start a job now, and I needed large amounts of cash pronto. The next thing is becoming a drug dealer which is what I'm not about to do, that shit seems like a death wish.

I took a deep breath and made my way inside, I looked around for anyone that look as if they could be in charge, but all I saw was various types of strippers walking around, dancing, and socializing with customers. I glanced over to see a man staring a hole into my head, so I decided to ask him for help. We walked towards each other, we met half way by the bar.

I stared at him trying to contain myself.. he was a beautiful man indeed; A nice Carmel complexion, thin pink lips, his waves were thick and amazing, he had a full beard that looked super soft, and most of all his clothing choices stood out to me.

A nice tailored navy blue suit, some brown dress shoes, a gold chain around his neck, and a Gold Rolex on his arm.

"Hey, I'm Clarence..the owner of this wonderful establishment. How can I help you?"
His voice, deep and his accent was thick, but understandable.

Hm, from New York I think...

"U-U-Uh.. sure I'm looking for a job, do you have any available positions?" I ask weakly, my throat was dry thanks to him being so damn fine. He noticed my obvious drooling, he smirked and nodded, he directed his head to the back and he walked away. I took that as an invitation to follow him, so I quickly followed. The room was nicely decorated, a red leather couch against a dark colored wall, the only light source in the room came from the purple LED he had hanging on the wall above the couch, from the looks of it.. everything looked expensive. He let me in first making sure to close the door behind him, he takes a seat on the couch and slightly slouching his body so his legs were open. "Okay now, take that shit off and show me what you got." He says dusting his lap off.

What have I gotten myself into?

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HEEEEEEY, so I've been thinking about getting a co-writer, only Bc I need motivation and I get lazy sometimes. Any takers?❤️