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Once I got over that hump, the next couple of inches weren't as bad and it started feeling good. It was feeling good to Jamal too, because his once low moans were reaching a much louder pitch. After about five minutes my wide hips began rocking in a seductive pace. I seemed like a natural. Before long I found myself turning around on his manhood and riding him from the back. Right when I was really getting into the groove, Jamal let out a loud "Ahhhh- hhh," as he bust a nut.

When I got up, Jamal took off his condom and noticed the slight traces of blood. He looked at me with a big grin and said, "You really were a virgin."

For the next week, everyday after school Jamal and I got our sex on. As I predicted, we became pros. We even performed oral sex on one another and he told me just how to suck it so I would have him cumming within minutes.

With only a week left before the first of the month, it was time to see if all my practice had paid off. With some money I had saved, I went and purchased a sexy Baby Phat outfit to wear to work. Although a bitch needed to hold on to her last dollar, I thought of this as an investment. Tomorrow I planned on landing Azar. I knew he had scheduled an afternoon full service detailing job, and I planned to look so damn good he would have no choice but to holla!

Irresislible Chick

woke up early the next morning to put in extra time for my appearance. The Baby Phat one-piece jean jumpsuit I was rockin' was hot. I purchased some Steve Madden heels to set it off. I usually wore my hair in a long braid, but the night before, I put in a deep conditioner so my natural waves would hang smooth and free. I dapped on some clear lip gloss to give that just-gave-a-blowjob look.

When I stepped out my bedroom, to my disappointment, my moms was up earlier than usually. Her eyes bulged when she got a whiff of me. "Precious Cummings, where you going looking like dat?" she barked, holding on to her glass of whiskey. My moms couldn't get over how beautiful I looked. I was always pretty, but this was something else.

"Work."

"Work, looking like dat? Um, well, that outfit you got on looks awfully expensive. I hope you ain't playing wit' my paper."

"Ma, you'll have your money by the first. Now excuse me, I have a job to go to unlike some people." I slammed the door and headed for work before I fucked around and slapped the shit out of my moms.

When I got to work I only saw Boogie's car parked out front. I did come a little early because I didn't want to be stuck in the house with my drunken mother. Boogie was behind the cash register getting things in order before business officially started. "What's up, Boogie," I said as he counted some money. He nodded his head, acknowledging me but keeping his eyes on the money, not wanting to lose his count.

As I sat my belongings down the next thing I heard was, "Oh shit, what the fuck happened to you?"

"What you mean?" I asked, fully aware that he was speaking about my transformation. I usually came to work in jeans or sweats. So with my hair out and the form-fitting attire, I knew Boogie was in shock.

"Damn, baby, you is fine. I'm not trying to hit on you, because you are much too young for my blood, but baby, you are going to make somebody a lucky man."

"Why, thank you, Boogie. That is my hope." I tried to sound all proper.

"Who knew you had all that going on?" he added, shaking his head in disbelief.

For the next three hours all I did was turn down dudes offering me they number.

All they kept asking was, "Who's the new girl?" No one could believe that I was the same person.

They always thought I was pretty in a young girl way, but now I was looking like a woman. That shit was blowing their minds. Honestly, though, I didn't care what all the other dudes thought about me. I was only interested in impressing one person and that was Azar.

I was chewing my gum and blowing bubbles, dying for him to pull up. When the clock hit two o'clock, Azar pulled up in his brand new 2002 white CL600. I visualized myself flossing in the passenger seat next to him. We would be the King and Queen of the streets.

Keeping to his normal routine, he sat outside and kicked it with the other fellas until his car was done. When he came inside, the first thing he asked was, "Where's the usual girl at?" In the few times he had been in here, I'd never heard his voice. He would hand me two bills and head out. The first couple of times when I tried to give him back his change, he would simply put his hand up, letting me know to keep it. He had a slick, sexy voice that complimented his look.

"It's me, I'm the same girl."

He studied me hard; trying to see what was different about me.

"I decided to let my hair down - that's all."

"My fault. I need to start paying better attention to what's right in front of my eyes."

"Don't worry about it," I said with a slight smile. This nigga even lick his lips in the same sexy way Allen Iverson do after he completes a sentence, I thought.

"Nah, I'd rather worry. To think all this time a pretty piece like you was right in front of me. That's a problem. We have to play catch up, "`cause you a real beauty."

"Thank you." Azar was making me blush. Mad niggas had told me I was beautiful before but not a dude on Azar's level. It was like if I were walking down the street and Bobby Valentino stepped to me and asked me to Slow Down.

"What's your name anyway?"

"Precious."

"That's sexy, just like you. How `bout we go and catch a movie and dinner, Precious? Say tonight, if you not busy."

"I'd like that."

"Cool. What time you get off work."

"Seven."

"Alright. I'll be here then." When Azar exited, I wanted to jump up and down. I couldn't believe that, just like that, this dude was checking for me. Half of the work was done, now I needed to get him to give up some paper. Exactly how to get him to do that was something I felt needed to be discussed with Boogie. He was a playa. He would know what a playa does.

It was a quarter to seven when the last customer left and I finally had some alone time with Boogie. "Boogie, can I speak to you for a minute?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Boogie, Azar asked me out and he's picking me up from work today. He'll be here in fifteen minutes, so I don't have long to get your advice about something."

"I knew you had your eyes on that boy. So what you need my advice about?"

"How can I get Azar to spend his money on me?" I asked straight up. I knew I could be honest with Boogie like that. He believed women should come off, especially if she was fucking.

"I'm glad you asked me that, little lady. With this new look you have going on; men are going to be coming at you from all directions. It's important that if you want to get in this game, you play it correctly so you can get all you're worth. I personally think you're worth a lot. You're what I would call the top of the line, Precious. Hell, if you were ten years older I would make you mine. With that said, when you dealing with these hustlers on the street, you have to ask for what you want."

"Ask? Isn't that a little rude?"

"It's not what you ask; it's how you ask it. The same way a man is going to ask to get between your legs, the same way you ask him for whatever you want. Understand something, Precious. You're prime pussy. You can deal with any of these niggas out here. Starting with Azar is a good look. He's big time and low key with his shit. But after whatever you have going on with him is over, you can only fuck with niggas that are equal or above him. That's how you keep your stock up. That's how a lot of women pull themselves down. They start letting any ole type of piece of shit run up in them. No one is going to want to invest in that."

After Boogie said his last sentence, I saw Azar pull up. He arrived at seven o'clock on the dot. I grabbed my purse and said, "Thanks, Boogie," as I kissed him goodbye.

When I sat in Azar's car, I was in awe. I had never sat in a Benz before. Even though I worked in a detailing shop and flashy cars were coming in all the time, Boogie never let me leave from behind the cashier desk. He stressed he needed my presence up front at all times. My ass melted in the seat. It was the softest leather I had ever felt in my life. Azar's Benz was a custom white-on-white and his copper-toned complexion just glistened behind the wheel. Azar headed over the Brooklyn Bridge to the city. I rarely ever went to the city. It was like another world to me.

That night was crazy for me. Azar was the first date I had ever been on, and he came correct. After the movie he took me to some fancy restaurant, and I even had a drink. Nobody even bother to card me. I didn't want the night to end. When Azar pulled up to my apartment building I was surprised that he hadn't tried to make a move on me. When I was about to get out the car, he grabbed my arm. "I want to see you tomorrow."

"I'd like that."

"Good. What would you like to do?" I thought about what he asked for a second and decided to try my hand.

"I would love if you took me shopping. I want to look good for you." There was complete silence, and I wasn't sure if Azar was going to push me out his whip and speed off, offended by my suggestion. To my surprise he wasn't.

"I want you to look good for me, too. What time do you get off work tomorrow? I'll pick you up?"

"Actually, I have to go to school," I said wondering if he would start questioning my age."

"No problem, I'll pick you up from there."

"I'm in high school, Azar," I admitted, knowing he would eventually find out anyway.

"I figured that. Give me the time and address. I'll be there." After giving Azar the information he kissed me on the cheek and drove off. I was stunned at how cool he was. Although I knew Azar was only nineteen, I wasn't sure how he was going to take dealing with a fifteen year old.

When I opened the door to the apartment, some funky looking nigga was stumbling out. I looked him up and down and my moms said from the couch, "Oh, he was just looking at your bedroom. He's a potential tenant."

"That won't be necessary, you'll get your damn money," I said, slamming the door on the bum. I then walked to my room and slammed the door again.

The next day after school I rushed to get outside to meet Azar. I was looking forward to going shopping. When I reached the entrance to the school I was startled when Ja mal approached me. I hadn't seen him in a couple of days.

"Where have you been, Precious? You haven't come over to study lately."

"I know, Jamal. Our studying is over. I learned everything I needed to."

"So just like that it's over?"

"Jamal, it never started. I told you from jump that I needed your help to prepare me for this boy I was interested in. Well, now he's interested so we done."

"Precious, wait," Jamal said as he grabbed my arm.

"Nigga, you betta get the fuck off me. Who you think you grabbing on?" I was burning a hole through Jamal. He was out of line putting his hands on me.

"Precious, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to grab your arm. I guess I miss you."

"Miss me? Jamal, we ain't in no relationship. It is what it is. We both got something out of it; now it's time to let it go. I'll see you around."

When I walked off, I knew Jamal was watching my every step. He must of felt some kinda way when he saw me get in the car with Azar. But that wasn't my problem. He knew there were no strings attached. It wasn't my fault if he caught feelings.

Once again Azar headed towards the bridge when I got in the car with him. "You really love the city don't you?"

"You said you wanted to go shopping. I'm taking you to the official stores so I can lace you right." I looked at Azar in shock. Never did I think we would go shopping in the city. I figured he would take me to Macy's at Kings Plaza, and I was excited about that. So when we pulled up to Saks 5' Avenue, my jaw dropped. Me and my girlfriend Inga used to talk about what it would be like to shop in a store like this. Never did I believe the day would actually come that it could.

"Damn, Azar, I ain't neva been in Saks before."

"That's why I'm glad you made the suggestion I take you shopping. If you gonna hang wit' me, yo' shit need to be tight. Your style is a reflection of me. The chick in my passenger seat gotta be on point."

That was hot. That must have meant Azar was planning on keeping me around for a minute. I smiled at the thought.

For the next week, Azar and I spent all our free time together. He would pick me up from school or from my job. Then we would either go out to eat, to the movies or just kick it at his crib. We still hadn't fucked, but Azar didn't seem to be stressing it. Before I knew it the first of the month had rolled around and I didn't have a dollar to my name. When Azar took me shopping, I swear he dropped three G's on me like it was nothing. But he still hadn't put cash money in my hands. It was true I hadn't asked for any, but still he never offered. After spending the day together, I knew I couldn't roll up in my moms' crib without her money. My hands were sweaty as I built up the nerve to ask Azar for the grand. I had to admit that we both seemed to be feeling each other, but I still didn't know just how cool we were. I kept thinking about what Boogie said. It's not what you ask, it's how you ask.

"Azar, I need you to do me a huge favor."

"What is it, Ma?"

"I know you took me on that fly-ass shopping spree, but I'm in a bit of a bind. My moms is stressing me to help her with her bills. I'm dead-ass broke and I was wondering if you could help me out." I held my head down the whole time I asked because I didn't want to see the look in his eyes. For all I knew, he could say to himself that this straight gold-diggin' bitch ain't getting a dime from me.

"How much you need?" he asked calmly.

"A thousand," I said, still looking down.

He pulled out a wad of cash and started counting out hundreds. He handed me the money and said, "Don't ever be afraid to ask me for nothing. As long as you're dealing wit' me, we cool. I got you."

Walking up the stairs to my apartment building, I counted the money Azar gave me and realized he gave me an extra fifteen hundred dollars. This dude had me straight tripping. I couldn't believe he was treating me so good and I hadn't even fucked him. I knew he was paid and the money he hit me off with was nothing to him, but still he didn't have to give it to me. The moment I walked through the door my moms was waiting with drool basically coming down her mouth. She was so thirsty for her money. I decided to fuck with her just to see how thirsty she was.