"Why is work is going so slow today?" Jordan said pissed, being down $900 dollars today.
That's what he made on a daily basis since he out here to the sunset before making it back to the hotel he's staying at.
He tapped his foot on the sidewalk before getting his cheesesteak out to eat, biting as he watched the cars past.
As the hours went by, it turned dark, seeing cars stopping at different girls and boys. He wrapped his hair up as he saw a car stopped, rolling down their window.
"How much for sex?"
"You have a condom?" Jordan asked as he seen the dude nod, "$120."
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"Rocky you fucking dickhead!" He turned as he heard the biggest mouth outta the whole world, his friend Tyler who walked into his door.
"Shut the fuck up! You fucking loud as hell!" Rocky rolled his eyes as he sat back down on the couch.
"Sorry dude, but what's up with you? You haven't answer my texts," He asked, letting Symere sit down first.
"Oh I didn't see you Symere." He said.
"It's okay, but hi," He waves.
"But anyways, working is stressing me the fuck out okay? I have meetings back to back and shit, I'm legit gonna tell them I'm going vacation which I'm not really."
"Well...." Tyler shrugged, "sounds like a you problem."
"Well duh dumbass it is." Rocky said in irritation, he wanna really kick him out right now.
"Anyways, why y'all here at 7pm?"
"I dunno, wanna go golfing with us and Jaden Thursday?"
"Nah, it's not my thing." He shaked his head.
"Everything is not your thing-"
"Everyone don't need to like what you like dumbass, you forgot?" He plucked his head.
"Whatever nigga." They both laughed.
Tyler and Rocky been close to each other since they was very little, they grew up together as they explored the big city, sometimes doing dangerous shit and even getting arrested. But nonetheless they did some cool shit.
As they got older, they got what they wanted to be, Fashion Designers as their love for clothes and shoes.
Tyler had the ideas and Rocky had the looks. Sometimes they would exchange ideas for new ones.
And see where they are, big and successful.
"Oh yeah I forgot to ask you, how was y'all honeymoon?"
Symere blushed as he grabbed onto Tyler's hand, "It was wonderful. I would've say let's have it here since I'm not big on traveling but it was beautiful."
"We saw Parrots in the Bahamas, giraffes, sea turtles, Crabs, seals- oh one seal came up to us and started eating with us. He had his own meal and everything." Symere explained.
"I got too carried away, I'm sorry."
"It's cool, it's nice that you had fun."
As they talked more, it was 9pm when they left, leaving Rocky in his thoughts as he did some of his paperwork. 20 pages in, he started thinking about the boy who was standing on that corner.
He wonder why that kid was there and even selling his body.
He looks clean unlike the rest of them, needed money for their drugs....He thought as he finished up two papers.
It was something like a mystery in his head. He wanted to find out why.
He stopped everything he was doing before going to his safe, pushing in the numbers in before opening to money falling out.
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"Ugh that was great." The dude threw $60 at him before pushing him out the car. Jordan safely landed on his butt, seeing the car speed off. He grabbed his 60 bucks and walked out into the streets.
"After what happened, I need a oxycodone for christ sakes..." He sighed, walking to the drugged out McDonald's where everyone get their drugs.
He walked up to the dealer he fucked before, "Come back for some more dick?"
"Fuck no," He spat, "How much for one OxyCodone?"
"You mean Molly?"
"OxyCodone is the original name for it. How much?"
"Shit you lucky I have the last one, but $5."
Jordan dig in his bag for a 5 dollar bill, handing it to him. The dealer looked around before sliding it into the palm of his hand, Jordan walked off as he popped it into his mouth.
