Once we returned to the whorehouse. I waited until Chives opened the door for me and I stepped out. I began walking to the door but I noticed Daddy Mac wasn't behind me. Chives got back into the car and pulled off. I shrugged it off and made my way in. I tiredly walked up the stairs to my floor. I passed Vontez door and I couldn't resist not going to check up on him..

I made my way to his door and knocked three times. He opened the door soon after and I was shocked by the condition of his eye. I analyzed him over until he invited me in. I cautiously step past him into his room. It wasn't all decorated like mines, but it was something. I turn around and look at him as he makes his way over to his bed.

"Are you okay?" I ask, once he's settled.

"I'm fine..." He says and flips his book back open.

"I'm sorry that happened to you." I say, remorsefully.

"I don't need your pity Darrien. I'm fine." He says, laying his book down.

I stare at his eye once more noticing his eye is now bloodshot red. It looks as if a blood vessel was broken.

"I'm not saying this out of pity. I'm saying it because you didn't deserve that." I try to explain.

"What do you know about what I didn't deserve. You don't know the first thing about this lifestyle and yet you seem to be living nicely. Can't you see he wants you?" He says, out of frustration and I'm shocked.

"What do you mean? Who?" I ask.

"Don't play dumb Darrien. Daddy Mac..."

"You got it all wrong.. "

He cuts me off. "I don't. He's given you everything since you came here. When I got here I didn't get a bed until after 6 months. You got it within 3 days. You so naive that you don't see it. He wants something from you. Everything from him comes at a price and your gonna pay it back." He trolls, and I'm hurt.

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

"God, stop apologizing. Man the hell up and stop being so nice."

"I apologize if I don't have it in me to do that. I see the good on everyone." I defend my actions.

"That's your issue right there." He says, and I've just about had it.

I walk over to the door and exit out of his room. He's wrong. I know myself and I'm not gonna become someone I'm not. I'm adjusting to everything so he should let me be. My self esteem as well as my pride was shattered a long time ago. At Least Daddy Mac isn't taking advantage of me. It's nobody's concern. I'm an adult now. I can fend for myself. I also know my place as a doormat. If I want to settle for less then that's what I'll do.

I reach my room and I burst through the door angry. I slam it and start to strip myself of my clothes. I walk over to my dresser and grab one of my little baggies. As the regular ritual I scrape it up into a thin line, and sniff all of it. The cocaine clears my mind for a while and that's all I need. I sniff heavily from the residue of the substance. Once I start to feel the high I fall back onto my bed into a deep slumber. Maybe tomorrow will be better...

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The next day I awoke with Daddy Mac standing over me. I jump a little bit at his presence. He continues to scroll on his phone as I sit up. He finally looks up at me and places his phone on the night stand. He leans over and hands me a glass of water. I arch my eyebrow at him and he motions for me to drink. I gulp down the water, and clear my dry throat.

"Glad to see you're back..." He says, leaning back in his chair.

"Back?", I ask for clarity.

"You've been out for three days." He says, casually.

"Seriously?"

He nods yes. "You were missed at the club."

"I was?"

"Yep. Some of the regulars been asking about you."

"I'm sorry." I apologize.

"Don't be. It's my fault for giving you the coke." He stands up and walks over to where my baggies were. "I'll be taking these back."

"No!" I shout. "I need those."

He looks over at me, puzzled. "How can I let you keep these and you keep tossing them back to back. I need your mind right to work. I can't be losing dollars over this." He shakes the baggie.

"I promise I'll do better. I'll even put in extra time tonight. Just please don't take it." I beg.

He throws them back on the stand. "Alright..." He walks over to the door "You go in from 10 to 3 tonight. Your special job. starts tonight and I need you all in for it. Once you get to the club come to my office and I'll tell you what to do."

I nod in understanding. He leaves out of the room and I sigh of relief. I look down at my tattoos noticing they are greased up. I smile lowly because I know he put the ointment on for me. I stand up and head down to the restroom to bathe and clean myself up. I truly wonder what's going on tonight.

"Jalonni can you help me with my homework." I ask, as he walks into the kitchen.

"No. You go to school for a reason. If you ain't learned it then I can't help you."

"I know it but I don't get it." I explain.

"Not my problem." He says.

"La'rey man I'll help you." Faizon says.

"Can't stand him..." I mumble.

"What you say lil nigga?" Jalonni asks, coming around the corner.

"He didn't say nothing Lonni." Faizon tries to stick up for me.

"Shut the fuck up boy..." He points in Faizon's face. "I talking to him. He says referring to me.

"I didn't say none." I say lowly.

"Speak up.. " He turns his head to the side, poking his ear out.

I sit there quiet.

"You getting some buck in your system huh?" He laughs to himself. "I got that." He says and exits the dining room.

"Come on..." Faizon says gathering our things.

"Where we going?" I ask.

"Upstairs." He grabs my arm.

I stand up and Jalonni walks back into the dining room with his favorite spiked belt. I look down at the belt then back up at him.

"Faizon go upstairs." He demands..

"Lonni don't do th--"

Jalonni slaps him in the face. "Unless you want this shit too I suggest you go." He says to him.

"Faizon go!" I shout to him. "I'll be fine."

He slowly gets up off of the floor and exits the dining room. Jalonni looks back at me and smirks. "You know what to do.. " He says as I assume the position..

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I finally found the whorehouse kitchen after looking endlessly. As soon as I walked in I realized why nobody eats in here. Ain't shit in here to eat. I walk out of the kitchen and decide to walk to the corner store. I run back to my room and throw on some joggers, and a hoodie. Nothing too fancy. I grab like $20 and be on my way. I hate walking but lately that's all I've been doing. North Carolina is a small place. I quickly learned my way around since I've been here.

I finally reach the store. I walk in ignoring the bell that went off above me, and made my way to the snacks. I picked up some Takis, Powdered Donuts, Gushers, Skittles and an Arizona. I finally get to the register and the woman in front of me was taking forever. I start to shake my leg impatiently.

"That's not something healthy I would imagine you to be eating." I deep masculine voice says from behind me.

I turn around and I look back at the boy speaking to me.

"What you mean?" I ask.

"You don't seem like one to pig out on junk." The boy chuckles afterwards.

"Mmm." I mumble and turn back around, noticing the woman was gone.

I sit my stuff down on the counter while he rings it up. The total pops up on the register screen and I pull out my twenty.

"Relax baby boy. I'll pay for it." The boy stops me.

"That's so sweet." I say to him as I hand the Indian man my bill anyways.

"I told you I had it." He says, as the man hands me my change.

"I didn't ask for it." I say smartly, and exit the store with my bag.

I begin the walk back but he calls out for me.

"Hold up baby boy." He says and I stop annoyed.

"You don't remember me do you?" He asks.

"Should I?" I ask him back.

"I rung up your clothes back at the store. That is up until y'all knocked that man out..." He laughs.

"Oh my god. Are you gonna turn us in now?" I ask worried.

"No I saw what he was doing. I don't blame you." He pats my shoulder.

"Thank you..." I smile to him. "I remember you now. You were flirting with the boy I was with."

"Who? Vontez?" He asks.

"How do you know his name?" I ask.

"I knew him back when we were in school together. I was his first." He explains.

"Wow." I sigh. I often forget the lives we all had before this. "So how do you remember me after all this time?" I ask.

"A face like yours I won't forget. Plus, you gave me a dance and kissed me at the club a few nights ago."

I gasp. "That was you !" I exclaim.

"Yep..." He chuckles. "I wanted you so bad that night." He admits.

"I'm flattered but I can't do that with you. It would hurt Vontez."

"He can't be hurt. He broke it off with me. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"I dunno about--" He cuts me off.

"Look. Just write my number down and if you changed your mind then hit me up. We both grown."

"I don't have a phone."

"Well how will I see you?" He asks.

"Same way you saw me last time." I kiss his cheek and walk off. Since Vontez wanted to be an asshole I'll be one too.

I get back to the whorehouse and walk back up to my room. I kick my shoes off and open up my Takis and my Arizona. I was horribly hungry.

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I get to the club and as usual the night is live. Tonight I wore some long white calf socks with red stripes, my black tastee bare bottom Jock strap, a red wife beater that was cut down on the sides, and my red low top chucks. I check myself out in the mirror and I was killing it.

I left out of the dressing room, and walked down the hall to Daddy Mac's office. I sighed nervously as I knocked on the door.

"Come in." His deep voice beckoned from the other side.

I push the handle down and open the door. He's looking in his mirror wrapping his bandana around his head.

"Have a seat." I directs me. I sit in the seat placed in front of his desk.

He turns around and sits down.

"Tonight some ballers will be here. I need you to go out there and wow them. I don't want you on that stage at all until the time is right. Big things are happening soon. One of the ballers owes me money. He's been hiding out from me and tonight I'm catching his ass. You're the only vixen I trust to do this job. You pay close attention to him. I want you to slip this pill into his drink and seduce him into the private rooms. Once you're back there I'll handle him. Everyone knows they are ballers so it won't be a problem for you to get him away. Whatever you do. Do not let anyone see you walk away with him." He explains it full out to me and I see what he meant by special jobs.

"Could this get me killed?" I had to ask. He sits the pill on the table in front of me and I pick it up still waiting on my answer.

"Only if you fuck it up." He says harshly but I understood.

I stand up and exit out of his office without any words. I still held the pill in my hand. Once I closed his door I looked over the pill. It was small and blue. I've never seen it before. I tuck it away, and walk out into the club. All the strippers were strolling about and I was looking around. Daddy Mac didn't tell me what these people looked like. I walk out and instantly lock eyes with a few patrons. I started to get pulled to give dances, and I did. The big face bills stuck out of my strap for my outstanding performances.

I was giving dances for at least an hour or two and I never spotted any ballers. Then, a group of men cane through the door. The looked like DL thugs. I squinted at them to get a better visual. I then started to see all of the strippers rush over to where they were. The had to be the ones. Time to handle business. I whisper to the bartender to have 6 drinks sent over to the table. Daddy Mac's orders. He didn't question it and just nodded.

I sat back and waited until he drinks were delivered. All of the strippers was dancing on one of the men. It was one in particular who was throwing back drink after drink alone. I figured this had to be him. I slowly crept over towards him. He was looking at his boys getting their dances. Creamx could always hold your attention anyways, but now it's time for me to take the spotlight. I placed my hand on his shoulder causing him to look back.

I smiled down at him as he eyed me up and down. "You want a dance?" I whispered in his ear.

"Nah I'm good." He tried to wave me off.

"Come on..." I begin to rub his shoulders. "One dance. It'll change your whole life."

"You think so?" He asks, licking his lips. Totally not my type.

"Yes."

"Get to it..." He pulls his chair back and spreads his legs. The song playing was

I walked around in front of him still keeping my eyes on his boys who payed me no attention. His hand was still firm on his drink so I couldn't drop the pill inside.

I lean to the right as I started to grind down in circles on his lap. I had to make sure to expose my tattoo slightly so I pull my shirt around my neck and made my arch deeper as I practically rode him. He placed both of his hands on my back and and guides me in the circles. I figured his hands was free so I leaned back and wrapped my left arm around his neck still holding my motion. He was moaning lightly in my ear. My head was blocking his right eye view so I pulled the pill out and dropped it into his cup.

The pill fizzled a bit then settled. I sat up and turned around. I begin to grind all in his face as he picked up the glass and took sips of it. He pulled me down and begin to whisper.

"I want you..." He says, sensually into my ear. I smile and grab his hand. I pull him up and he finishes the last of his drink off. We walk through the hot, sweat, crowd of people and make our way into the private room. I open the door and the blue light gleamed all over the booth. I turned and looked back at him and smiles. He bit his bottom lip, and I pushed him back onto the bed. He fell down and I straddled on top of him and kissed him, biting his lip softly.

"I'll be right back okay?"

"No don't leave." He grabs my butt, so uncomfortable.

"I have to go get a condom."

"We don't need one." He breaks his assault on my neck to say.

"I promise you when I come back I'll rock your world." I kiss him again and hop off of him. I walk out of the room and Daddy Mac comes around the corner.

"He in there?" He asks.

"I hope and pray that's him in there." I respond.

"Alright get on home. I'll deal with you when I get back."

I nod in compliance as I turn around. I glance back as Daddy Mac pulls his gun out and walks into the room. I'm getting the hell out of here...