Make that money girl

People never understood me except for the people that I really hung with.  I have always been versatile.  When I am home I am down to earth.  I smoke my weed and love to party and occasionally whip some ass from time to time.  When I am at work, I turn white.  I am very proper speaking, detailed oriented and good at what I do.  I was getting tired of working a nine to five.  I quit and just got my money the best way I knew how.  The only way for me to that was to get my hustle on.  Something I knew how to do oh so well.

I started meeting all kind of men and they were asking me out on dates but I already knew that all they wanted was some of my sweet nectar and I was willing to give them some but it was going to cost them.  I met Louis at work, he was a buyer, he made good money.  He was shy and very quiet but he was very frank about what he wanted and what he was willing to do for it.  I was cool with that because I liked a man that knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it.  I met up with him once a week after work, every Thursday was his night.  He was always on time and right to the point.  The sex wasn't all that good but he could definitely suck on that pearl.

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You're not mad because I don't want you...You're mad because I F**ked someone else

Nick came up and knocked on the door but I didn't answer.  As he was turning away he saw me across the way sitting between Lamar's legs getting a massage.  Nick got angry, came over to Lamar's and knocked on the door.  I saw him standing in the door.  I got up and went to the door to see what he wanted and why he was coming over to my house.  When I opened the door to see what he wanted Nick grabbed me by the throat and drug me across the way back to my house.  I was hitting him trying to get him off of me but he would not let go of me.

We got in the house and Nick slammed the door with his free hand and threw me on the couch.  I jumped up and he slapped me.  I fell back down on the couch and he told me not to move.  I thought to myself this man is crazy but he doesn't know who he's messing with.  I reached between the pillow to grab the knife that I kept and waited for him to charge at me again because I was going to take his life.

He started yelling and screaming at me talking about how I don't love him because I will sleep with anybody.  The only person that I cared about was myself and some other stuff.  I didn't care what he said as long as he didn't put his hands on me anymore.

Suddenly it came to me that he wasn't mad because I slept with Terrence but he was pissed off because I enjoyed it too much and Terrence did to and it was like he wasn't even there. 

Nick jumped over the table at me and I pulled the knife out.  He seen it and stopped in the middle of his tracks, he started yelling in my face but I was just staring at him because it just didn't phase me anymore.

The police arrived about fifteen minutes later and as they were trying to find out what was going on they heard Nick screaming and I could see the police lights through the window.  I started screaming at Nick. "Don't be mad at me because your boy screwed me better in one night than you did in the four years we were together."  He didn't like that so he slapped me and the police saw him slap me.  They rushed in and threw him on the ground and arrested him for domestic violence.  I had slid the knife back between the cushions so that the police would not see it.  While they were arresting Nick he kept yelling that he was going to get me and I would pay for what I had done to him.

I called Ronny when the police had left and all the commotion died down, and told him what had just happened.  Ronny told me that he would be over the next morning because he had to take care of something first.

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He's just a friend....(JCD)

Ronny's girlfriend found out that he was talking and checking on me a lot and she started thinking that we were messing around.  Ronny would come by at least twice a week just to see if I needed anything or needed to go anywhere.  We were just friends and nothing more than that.

One of Nick's friends had seen Ronny leaving my house one night and went back and told Nick that he had seen some man coming out of my house.

Nick called me and asked me who I had been with.  I started laughing because I thought he was joking.  He started to get angry and told me that he wasn't playing he wanted to know who I was spending my time with.  Still laughing, I told him that it really wasn't any of his business and I hung up the phone.  I looked at the phone and still couldn't believe that he he would really call me after not talking to me for months and still think that he can lay claim.

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Menage a trois......

Terrence fixed us a few more lines and rolled three king size joints.  I was sitting on the floor and they were sitting on the couch.  I snorted a line so hard that it made me dizzy.  I stretched out on the floor to shake it off.  Nick and Terrence snorted their lines and got down on the floor as well.  They both started to suck on my breast and I felt like I had just gone to heaven again.  I was curious but nervous at the same time about what was about to happen.  They both spread my legs and I felt someones hand go down my pants.  I opened my eyes to see who it was and it was Terrence.  After playing with me he pulled his finger out and I watched him lick his fingers.  Terrence was looking at me so sensuous that I got mesmerized by his eyes.  Nick took my pants and panties off and Terrence continued to suck on my breast.  Nick spread my legs apart and started sucking on my sweet nectar.  I could feel Terrence's hand on the inside of my thigh pulling my legs further apart.  I wasn't sure what to do except for what I had seen in porno's.  I let them guide me in the direction that they wanted me to be in.  I was use to having sex with Nick, there was no difference when he entered me.  Terrence was huge and I couldn't wait to feel what he was working with but I couldn't let Nick see that I really wanted to sleep with Terrence and not him so I waited.  When it was Terrence's turn before he even entered me all the way he had gave me head so good that I felt like my head was going to pop off.  He barely entered me and I started to scream, he was spreading me farther than any man had ever done.  I loved every bit of Terrence and i didn't want him to stop and he kept giving it to me long and hard.  After we were done I realized that was the first time that a man had ever made me have an orgasm.  I have had some good dick but none like that.  Terrence took me to a new level, he brought a lot out of me that I didn't even know that I had.

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On cloud 9

One night Nick called me up and said that he and Terrance were going to kick it and Cindy would be over there after she got off work.  Nick didn't want to be alone with them so he asked me to go with him.  I didn't want to but Malik hadn't called me.  I decided that I would go.  Nick had bought me a bottle of Alize and some weed to get me through the night.  We got over to Terrence's and played dominoes for a while and drank and got high as hell.

Terrance pulled out some cocaine and at first I watched them toot a couple of lines.  I had seen other people do it but I had never tried it myself.  I only smoked weed and nothing harder than that.  I thought what the hell it's not like I'm going to get addicted or anything; I tooted my first two lines.  I sat back in the chair and I felt like I had just gone to heaven.  Between the wee, cocaine and the alcohol I was feeling no pain.

Cindy called and said that she had to work a double and she would not be getting off until seven in the morning.

I was really starting to like the way that I was feeling.  For hours we kept tooting and smoking weed.  I was drunk but not that drunk.  I was higher than anything.  I was on a level that I had never been on before.

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From two different sets (JCD)

Ronny was driving and Malik was sitting on the passenger side when they came to the house.  They were driving a Cutlass that was tricked out.

Whey they pulled up at the house I was kind of nervous because they looked like some gang bangers.  The car was blue and they were dressed in all blue.  I wasn't quite sure if I should be riding with them or even going anywhere with them especially knowing that I was a Blood and that wasn't even cool.

I made them get out of the car and come in for a little while.  We talked and laughed for a long time while getting blowed.  They were comical they really liked to make people laugh.  Thy were rolling 20's but they didn't care that I was a Blood they just started calling me bright.  We laughed about it and then decided to go for a ride.

They were going over to one of their homies house and they asked me if I wanted to go.  I finished getting dressed and while I was looking for the shoes I wanted to wear they started teasing me about me having a closet just for my shoes and that wasn't including the shoes that I had in my bedroom closet.  I put on my shoes and we rode out.

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Meeting Malik and Ronny (JCD)

Every day was starting to be a party for me.  I drank every day.  Christina and I would go through a bottle of Alize every day sometimes two bottles depending on what was going on at the time.

One night we decided to stay at the house and invite some of the home girls over and just have a girl's night.  I fixed a veggie and fruit tray, a meat, cheese and cracker tray and we had three bottles of Alize and an ounce of weed, we were set for the night.

The first thing we decided to do was talk about work for those of us who had jobs and of course all of them hated on me because I didn't have a job and they couldn't understand how I was keeping my spot with no job.  Then we started talking about me and how I was tricking men out of their money and doing each others hair.

Christina told me that she had this number and she wanted me to call and see who answered the phone.  I called the number and this guy named Malik answered the phone he asked me who I was and I told him my name.  He asked me how I got his phone number.  I gave him this story about how someone game me the number and told me to call it and see if a woman answered the phone.

Malik was with his homeboy Ronny and I could hear him in the background telling Malik what to say.  I talked to Malik for about thirty minutes and then he told me that he had to go and would call me later but before he hung up the phone Ronny grabbed the phone from him and told me not to hang up.  From the conversations that I had with Malik and Ronny I could tell they were cool, down to earth people.  People that I would like to get to know better but I am not going to let them know that, not right now anyways.  I talked to them everyday for about a week and then we decided to hook up.

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What's all the commotion?

While I was stripping we could hear all of this commotion outside but we didn't pay any attention to what was going on.  The closer the noise got to our room we could tell that someone was banging on every door and calling out his name.

Damarcus heard his name but he said that it wasn't anything and to continue pleasing him.  When I heard that it was a man calling his name I started getting nervous because I knew that this wasn't natural.  I told him that maybe I should go but he told me not to leave that he would handle the situation and for me not to worry about it.  I started to shake because I could feel that something was wrong.  I was putting on my clothes when the knock finally came to our door.  Damarcus would not open the door because he said that if he didn't open the door they would just go away.  "Damarcus, I know that you are in there and you can come out now.  Don't do this the hard way," said the calm but angry deep voice.  Now I just wanted to run out of the room and get away from what was about to happen next.  I went in the bathroom to see if there was a window that I could escape out of but there wasn't.  Damarcus had told me very quietly to sit down on the bed and calm down.  It was hard for me to calm down when my gut was telling me that something was wrong.

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Just doin Me

I was starting to get popular in the streets but no men would ever say anything bad about me.  If you heard anything bad about me it was from some chick.  The women around the town were really starting to hate me and hate on me but I wasn't tripping.  I wasn't going to change who I was and as long as I was still being able to pay my bills, the hell with what anyone else thought.  All I knew was that I wanted to be free.  I just wanted to do whatever it was that I wanted to do and that's what I did.

I had met this guy about a week after Kevin's party his name was Damarcus.  Damarcus was tall, built, and had the prettiest black skin that you would ever see in your life.  He was a thug and he wasn't ashamed to let people know that he was a thug.  I really didn't want to mess with any thugs but this was not about finding a relationship, this was about the money.  As long as he was willing to up that cash I was willing to mess with him anytime he called me.

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Make that money girl

People never understood me except for the people that I really hung with.  I have always been versatile.  When I am home I am down to earth.  I smoke my weed and love to party and occasionally whip some ass from time to time.  When I am at work, I turn white.  I am very proper speaking, detailed oriented and good at what I do.  I was getting tired of working a nine to five.  I quit and just got my money the best way I knew how.  The only way for me to that was to get my hustle on.  Something I knew how to do oh so well.

I started meeting all kind of men and they were asking me out on dates but I already knew that all they wanted was some of my sweet nectar and I was willing to give them some but it was going to cost them.  I met Louis at work, he was a buyer, he made good money.  He was shy and very quiet but he was very frank about what he wanted and what he was willing to do for it.  I was cool with that because I liked a man that knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it.  I met up with him once a week after work, every Thursday was his night.  He was always on time and right to the point.  The sex wasn't all that good but he could definitely suck on that pearl.

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Livin the single life

Living the single life was great.  I could go and come as I please, and I didn't have to answer to anybody.  I had moved in my new place and I was starting to settle in.  The move was not easy because I had never lived alone.  I was not use to living alone but I was really starting to enjoy living by myself.

Living alone means that you can go and come as you please and you don't have to answer to anybody, you don't have to pick up after anybody, you can lay around in nothing all day and don't have to worry about anyone walking in on you or any of that and I am loving it.

Every Saturday morning, I would get up and smoke me a joint, watch Soul Train, and thumb through the newspaper.  I see that Max is having a sale but before I can get in the streets I have to clean up my house because when I get done with a hard day of shopping, I just want to come in, put my stuff up and relax.  I don't want to have to do any extras.  Besides I never know who I might meet and want to bring home.

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