A Pimp In Pumps (14 page)

“Mmm…damn…” she moaned softly and the sensuality of the moment was a contrast from the other girls.

Yup, Serenity would be the most marketable of all of them. She would be the one that men of all nationalities and back grounds would be down to fuck. She could get nasty too, but she seemed to have some type of passion for the strange man she was fucking. Knowing that she was able to deliver the fantasy of love making made her very profitable.

“How’s that pussy feelin’ Ro?” I asked in a soft voice to not fuck up the groove.

His hands were moving up and down Serenity’s back and then clasped around her waist as he answered.

“This pussy’s fuckin’ amazin’. Argggghhh shit…” He groaned and his toes curled as Serenity picked up the pace.

Her ass cheeks jiggled as she rolled and grinded on his dick. As she bounced up and down, I watched his dick move in and out of her.

              “Mmm…I’d spend all my money on this…mmmm….damn…this pussy. Fuck! And I’on be payin’ for no…ahhh…shit…pussy.” He closed his eyes and held on to Serenity for dear life.             

              That bitch was fucking the shit out of that nigga. Damn.

              My eyes drifted back to Reign. She was watching me as she licked her lips. That nigga Memphis had already got his nut. I’d heard him scream that he was cuming, but Kandi was still eating her pussy. All I could do was shake my head. No wonder some women fucked with women. Damn, that nigga had tapped out.

              Reign’s legs were wide open as Kandi slurped her clit and fingered her.

              “You ever had your pussy licked by a woman?” Reign asked.

              “No…”

              “You look like you want to.” She grabbed Kandi’s head and started humping and grinding into her face. “They do it so much better than men. I promise.”

              I shook my head as I watched Kandi’s tongue swirl and do all types of tricks to make Reign come. When she did her body jerked and convulsed uncontrollably. That shit looked so fucking good, but unfortunately, I was going home to an empty bed.

              Okay, they were having too much damn fun. It was time to move on to the next step in my application process.

              “Serenity. I already know you can suck the hell out of a dick, so you don’t have to stick around for this one if you don’t want to,” I told her.

              Miss Kitty and Reign looked like they were ready to suck some dick. By the time it was said and done, I knew that I’d chosen the cream of the crop. I had three fine ass bitches with banging bodies who could fuck and suck dick like pros. It wasn’t no laying on their backs and just looking cute. Those bitches put in work. I was in the money and it was time to make it do what it do.

              Sweet Nectar Entertainment would be up and running by the next week and I was ready to feed my pockets. The website was set up to take money directly that would be put into a bank account that only I could assess. Then the girls would be paid. The clients were encouraged to tip the girls a little extra to hold them until it was time to be paid.

              The girls didn’t seem to be too fond of the idea, but I quickly swayed them in the other direction. All I had to do was tell them how much they could potentially make with one client.

              “They will be paying by the hour. Once they give their credit or debit card number, they’re charged. Even if you don’t give them no pussy they’re charged. This isn’t a bunch of Washington’s being thrown at you while you work a nasty, germy ass pole. From now on it’ll be straight Benjamins. Real money. If you spend two hours with a nigga you already got almost five stacks. Imagine a whole weekend with a mogul or boss ass nigga.”

              That was all I had to say. Those bitches were in.

*  *  *

              Instead of going home to my empty house, I decided to meet up with Cherie for a few drinks. We ended up at the Suite Lounge, which was a hot spot located downtown on Luckie Street. I had to let her know that with all of the business planning, I was still working on Serg’s birthday party.

              The location had already been picked out and all we needed to do next was get the word out. One of my old clients at the marketing firm was a DJ at a local radio station and I’d already asked him to run a spot for me.

              “Oh yes boo, The Vertanas is so perfect,” Cherie shrieked as I showed her the pictures.

              “Full bar, fire pit and the perfect view of the city. I’m getting this DJ I know who works at 103 to advertise it and he’s going to DJ too. I told you I’m working boo. Now all I need to do is hire bartenders, some sexy shot girls and security. I already have that in the works, so don’t worry.”

              “So, Serg is suspicious. He just knows I’m throwing him a bangin’ ass party and I keep playing dumb. I doubt he’ll be surprised, but we still have to keep it from him.”

              I laughed. “He knows you won’t let him turn the big three o without turnin’ up.”

              Cherie sipped her martini with a smile. “Yup, he knows his sister.”

              As I glanced behind Cherie, I spotted somebody that made my jaw drop.

              “Oh fuck. You won’t believe who’s here,” I told her as I took a swig of my Long Island Iced Tea.

              “Who?” She asked looking back.

              “Don’t look back bitch.” I rolled my eyes, because it was already too late. She’d turned her head all the way around like the girl on The Exorcist.

              “Oh shit, is that…?”

              “Brielle. Damn sure look like her. I ain’t seen that bitch in years.”

              “Me either.”

              “Damn,” I hissed as my mood shifted.

              Maybe I should’ve just took my ass home and masturbated.

              “I doubt it’ll be a problem. It’s not like ya’ll been beefin’ the past few years.”

              With a smirk, I let out a sarcastic grunt. “That bitch don’t want none. I got a lot of pent up anger goin’ on, so I’d light that hoe up.”

              “My gun’s in the car bitch. Behave. You know I’ll use it.”

              I laughed. “I know you will crazy. I thought she had moved away with some bitch.”

              Cherie shrugged. “I guess she’s back, or maybe she’s just visitin’.”

              “I’on know, or care, but she just better stay the fuck away from me. The only bitch I want to fuck up over Kamal is Jordan. I ain’t ‘bout to keep fightin’ Brielle over a man that neither one of us got.”

              “You know that wasn’t just about Kamal. It was deeper than that.”

              I sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’m just so over it already.”

              “Hmm, I feel ya boo. We’re too damn grown for the bullshit.”

              “Right.”

              Brielle must’ve spotted us, because next thing I knew, she was standing beside me. There was a huge smile on her face and I couldn’t tell what that meant. The hoe actually looked happy to see me.

              “Heyyyyy Sasha!” She yelled as if we were old friends or something.

              “Uh, hey Brielle,” I responded in confusion.

              What the hell was up with her?”

              “It’s so good to see you. Hey Cherie”

              Cherie simply waved and went back to bobbing her head to the music that was playing.

              “So…what do you want Brielle?” Playing games wasn’t my forte. The bitch was talking to me for a reason.

              “I just saw you and I wanted to come over and apologize. I’m back in Atlanta for good now and part of my twelve step program is to right my wrongs, or at least ask for forgiveness. I was just mad at you because I wanted to be like you. You’re just so strong minded and…beautiful…and I felt so inferior to you.” She took a deep breath and then put her hand to her chest. “I had to get that out. It’s a good thing I ran into you. Now I feel so much better.”

              Twelve step program? That bitch just got out of rehab?

              “Uh, okay. I accept your apology.” My voice was flat and uninterested.

              That was so she could leave me the hell alone.

              “See, I’m a recovering alcoholic…and I’m tryin’ to stay on the straight and narrow.”

              Rolling my eyes toward the ceiling, I wondered why she was in a lounge that sold alcohol then. That was a recipe for disaster.

              “How’re you and Kamal?” That question caught me off guard.

              “Not together anymore. He’s with Jordan now.”

              Brielle’s eyes widened. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

              “Nah, not at all. He left me for Jordan. I guess you were doin’ me a favor that I didn’t take advantage of. I should’ve left his ass when I found out about…you two.”

              Brielle nodded. “I’m sorry things turned out that way.”

              She seemed to be genuine, but I didn’t know how to take her.

              “It’s okay. I’m sure it’s for the best.” The look on my face had to let her know that I was sick of the conversation.

              “Well, that’s it. I just wanted to come over and talk to you. Now I gotta get to work,” Brielle said.

              “You work here?” I wondered.

              “Yeah, I’m the manager. I just started a few weeks ago.”

              The wheels in my head started turning. Since Brielle wanted to make amends, that was fine with me. Suite Lounge was a hot spot and there was plenty of potential clientele lurking around. My new found amicable relationship with Brielle may just work in my favor.

              “Wow, congratulations.” There was a slick grin on my face. “We should keep in touch Bri. Let’s exchange numbers.”

              She was game of course and after we exchanged numbers she went off to do her job.

              “Uh, why the hell did you exchange numbers with her?” Cherie looked at me like I was plum crazy.

              “She manages one of the hottest spots in the city. Look around. This bitch is packed and these niggas got money to spend. That’s clientele.”

              “Ohhh,” she said thoughtfully. “Got ya. You slick bitch.’

              I winked at my friend. “Well, you know how I do.”

              We high fived and then finished off our drinks. Signaling the bartender, I reached in my purse to grab my wallet. The tall, brown skinned chick sauntered over to take my drink order.

              “Let me get another Long Island.”

              She smiled pleasantly when I proceeded to pass her a twenty-dollar bill. “It’s on the house. Brielle told me not to charge you and your guest for your drinks.”

              “Oh, wow. Tell her thank you.”

              Cherie spoke up then. “Well, in that case let me get another sour apple martini.”

              Oh yeah, shit was working in my favor already.

Chapter 10

By the time Serg’s birthday party rolled around a month or so later, my business was booming. Everything was in place and I was up to ten girls. At that point that was enough for me and the money was rolling in. In a month’s time we’d already grossed over a million dollars. Of course the funds had to be distributed to everybody and my cut was over two hundred thousand alone.

That made me very optimistic about the future. With the help of Brielle, clientele was booming. Not only was she the manager at the Suite Lounge, but she was also a club promoter. That gave her access to so many people. We kind of had a sort of partnership in a way, which was not what either of us had expected. Making money together made us put our differences aside.

Everything looked legal from my end, so there were no questions about the large amount in my bank accounts. After all, my earning history had always been in a high bracket. The IRS wouldn’t be a problem either because I actually had a tax ID number. The girls were presented as models, dancers and actresses who were hired for different jobs and events. There was nothing illegal about that. Wink, wink.