Jada POV
I was packing up my stuff when the door opened I turned and saw a tall guy and some chick walk in.
"Hey, am sorry I had an appointment at 3 but I'm a little late." she said playing with her hair.
Its 5:30 now but money is money." Errr...ya a little, but what can I do for you." I said removing my stuff to work on her.
" I need to refill ma weave n curl the ends. Me and ma boo going out tonight." she said looking me up n down.
"Ight take a seat." I said as I walked to the front of the shop to get a towel and an apron.
I'm 5'5 which is not that tall so reaching for the towel was a hustle.
"Lemme help ya wit that ma." I heard a deep rich voice say from behind me and feel a hand snaking around my waist pulling me to the side.
I turn around and meet a light skin guy with hella tattoos and brown eyes. He reaches up and passes me the towel.
"So how bout I get your name for that towel"he said smirking at me
I chuckle," Why does that not sound like a question" I say folding my arms over my chest.
He chuckles and smiles showing his dimples, Dannm! this nigga fine, "Coz it ain't, and since you caught that you a smart girl."
"How ya boo over there feel bout that." I said nodding towards the chick who was now on her phone.
"Don't worry ma, I ain't with her." he said running his hand through his curly hair.
I laugh "Who said I'm worried." I said then brushed past him and walked towards the chick, to get started on her weave.
Messiah (King) POV
"King bae hurry we already late." Trina said from beside me kissing on my arm.
"I ain't yo bae." I said flicking her of my arm.
One of the down sides of being King of the streets here in Ma city is the roaches it comes wit, And Trina is one of em, only reason I fucks wit her is coz she give hella head, but I ain't dicky her down, who knows what STD dis bitch got.
"Why you like that." she mumbled getting out of the car walking into a salon, and I followed behind her.
"Hey, am sorry I had an appointment at 3 but I'm a lil late." she said playing with her hair.
I looked at the chick Trina was speaking to, and I was speechless, ma was fine. She looked like she was white but I could definitely see the black in her, she got jet black hair n some pretty icey green eyes, her skin a light caramel tone but not white wit a tan, Ma had all em curves.
"Errr... yea a lil, but what can I do for you ?" she asked unpacking her things.
" I need ta refill ma weave and curl the ends. Me and ma boo going out tonight." I heard Trina say and I chuckled.
This bitch lost if she think she rolling with me tonight.
"Ight, take a seat." I hear her hair dresser say.
I then popped on the chair n pulled out my phone. when I looked up I saw lil ma tryna get a towel down from the self. I bit my lip looking at her ass and walked to her.
"Let me help you ma." I said putting ma arm around her waist in pulling her to the side getting the towel n handing it to her.
She turned n looked surprised.
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Trapton
General FictionDifferent day same hustle. Strippers, dope boys, drugs. Ain't nothing new if you from the Trap. Jada is a strong girl coming from a bad background, with her mom being a crackhead and her dad a no show for half of her life, she had to form a hustl...