Damira Johnson had been a good girl all her life. She graduated top of her class and was now ready for college. Her only problem was, she was broke. Broker than broke. And tuition wasn't cheap.
Along came Reese Matthews. A successful business man wi...
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Isabella Davis.
Bella exited the stage as security gathered all her money into the pink duffle. As soon as she hit the curtains he rounded the corner handing her the bag and walking off. She'd made a lot of money tonight and she was happy. She could take her best friend out for her birthday and let her ball out at the mall too and not worry about breaking her pockets.
She fixed her top a little bit making sure her body was on full display as she entered Rich's office. He sat his blunt down and gave her his full attention as soon as she came in. Bella was his money maker and had been ever since she started last month. And he loved a money maker.
He tapped his lap signaling for her to come over and sit on it, which she did with no hesitation. She sat the bag down on his desk and wrapped her arms around his neck kissing his lips. Something about Rich had her obsessed, and it wasn't just the thing in his pants. He was hungry and he had motivation and that made her wetter than the Atlantic.
"How much you make daddy tonight pooh?" He spoke in the deep raspy type voice that drove her crazy.
"Had to be a cool two or three bands. Nothing major." She joked causing him to smile at her. She knew she was the shit and the ballers dropped big bills on her praying that she'd let them take her home. But her heart was stuck right up under Rich's ass and nobody could take it from him.
"I'll be over later Ight? Be ready for me." He tapped her thigh and watched her get up taking out his cut and sitting it on the table. She walked out of the room switching her hips as hard as she could for her man. He couldn't resist her anyways.
On her way out she bumped into another girl who called herself "Candy" walking into Rich's office. The thin white girl looked her up and down and laughed pushing past her. Bella might've been the new money maker, but Candy had him wrapped around her little fingers. She was always the head bitch and this new scrawny yellow hoe wasn't gonna change that.
Bella fell back onto Mira's bed with the chic-fil-a bag in her hand. She tossed it over to her best friend and smiled happy to finally be out of that hot ass club.
"Happy Birthday MirMir!" She screamed jumping up to give her a hug. "My bitch is twenty-one years old and can legally buy herself some liquor now."
Mira giggles opening up the bag of food. She was hungry as hell. "You been buying our bottles anyways so it don't even matter."
"Yeah but now you can take your ass in the store and buy it yourself." She blew a kiss Mira's way earning an eye roll and a finger. "We going out tonight too bitch."
"Nope. I got a test to take tomorrow and I'm not failing for no funky ass club."
