A Pimp In Pumps (13 page)

              “Oh, those hoes ready to get down. The only thing is they don’t trust none of them pimps ‘round here. They say all they want to do is beat a bitch’s ass and take all their money. All you need to do is wear your most expensive outfit and jewels with a Hermes bag to show off. They’ll be eatin’ out the palm of your hand.”

              I hoped he was right.

              The first chick I talked to was called Miss Kitty at the club. She was medium height with a bootylicious figure, dark brown skin, pretty light brown eyes and piercings in her cheeks. Her long, honey colored weave was straight, parted in the middle and flowed down to the top of her massive ass. Damn, I could definitely make some money off her.

              Instead of going by my real name, I introduced myself to her as Fiona. For some reason that sounded like a pimp name to me. Serg joked and said that I was a Madame, since I was a female. Honestly, I preferred to be called a pimp, because it wasn’t just a title, but a verb. Pimping was an action and I planned to milk it for all it was worth.

              “So, Miss Kitty, are you sure you want to do this? It’s not the same as twerkin’ in this club, but you’ll make way more money. Not only that, but you won’t have to work as much.” My expensive bag sat on the table front and center.

              I could see her eyes traveling from the diamonds in my ears to the huge rock on my ring finger. Yeah, I was still wearing my wedding band, but only because I couldn’t quite part with the ten carat rock yet.

              “Hell yeah.” Her eyes were wide with sheer greed. “I mean, obviously it’s been lucrative for you.”

              Although she was street savvy, there was still a sort of vulnerability to her. That meant that she’d be easy for me to control.

              A laugh escaped my lips as I took a sip of Ace of Spade. “Yes, my girls make lots of money and I’m positive that you could make just as much, if not more.” It was important to make her think that I was already established in the game.

She wasn’t supposed to drink on the job, but I poured her a glass anyway.

When the waitress came back to the table, I was sure to pull out a wad of money and passed her a hundred-dollar tip. By that time Miss Kitty was salivating.

“I’m so tired of this damn club. When can I start?”

Taking another sip of my drink, I simply said, “I’ll be in contact with you. It’s a process boo. See, I don’t just sell
any
pussy. I sell the best. It’s no way I’ll put you right to work after only one meeting. It’s levels to this shit Miss Kitty. I thought you knew that.”

There was a nervous smile on her face when she looked at me. “Sorry for jumpin’ the gun. I’m just…”

“Anxious…I know and I understand. It’s a good thing that you’re hungry. I like that. Well, I have more girls to see. Thanks for your time. You can go now.”

There was a serious look on my face as she stood up.

“Uh, okay.” She scurried away and a sly smile decorated my features.

Hmm, I could get used to that shit. It made me feel powerful as hell. After feeling powerless for so long, it felt damn good. I was determined to be the one on top and then I’d handle my lying, cheating husband and my back stabbing best friend.

*  *  *

              After wrapping up my short meet and greet with the other two chicks, I decided to finish off my bottle of Ace and leave. To be honest, I wasn’t that impressed with the last prospect. She was light skinned with long red braids, slim built, loud and ghetto as hell, which made me wonder if she was on something. I mean, ratchet wasn’t part of what I planned to sell. Besides, I didn’t need chicks with hard drug habits on my team.

              The second chick though, her name was Reign. There was something about the way she carried herself. I strongly believed that just because a chick was interested in selling sex, or the fantasy, it didn’t mean she had to carry herself like a whore. There was nothing wrong with having dignity about what you do. Shit, at least they were getting paid. Half of the women out there sucked and fucked for absolutely free, so who was winning?

              Reign walked and held her head up like she was royalty. She was selling that shit and I was buying it. Honestly, I had almost forgot that I was even at a strip club. The way old girl glided across the floor with her wide hips swaying was almost hypnotic. She was butt naked, but she had on some hot ass stiletto heels that made her look almost six feet tall.

              Her dark, mocha skin seemed to glimmer under the lights and her full, lips were parted sexily. Long, curly lashes hooded almond shaped, hazel eyes that seemed to pull me in. Damn, I was straight as fuck, but I wanted to try that bitch. The body on her was fucking blazing. Her breasts were perfect, round D cups with dark areolas and huge nipples. Her long, wavy weave stopped at her slim waist and her ass and thighs were absolutely amazing. When she turned around for me to get a better view of her assets, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I didn’t know if that shit was real or fake, but it had to be almost forty-two inches around.

              When she sat across from me she licked her thick lips and I couldn’t help but notice the beauty mark above them. Her makeup was immaculate and she smelled like watermelon. As she chewed on some gum, she flashed me a sultry look and introduced herself.

              By the end of the conversation it occurred to me that sex wasn’t just something to do for money to her. She was a nympho who actually loved to fuck. According to her, getting paid was a bonus.

              “Don’t get me wrong. I ain’t the type to fuck for free. Shit, I would never get down with a nigga in here. That’s why I want to get out and you know…start making some real funds. Like you. Damn, I love that bag.”

              I smiled at her and filled her glass with Ace. “Thank you. You’ll have plenty of these in no time.”

              “Shit, I mean, I make good money now, but…I can’t stand working ‘round these petty ass bitches up in here. The only one I’m really cool with is Miss Kitty. That’s because she knows how to make money, like me. Everybody else be hatin’. If I work for you, I won’t have to worry about these hoes no more, or a bunch of thirsty ass niggas who just wanna throw a few ones and pay ten dollars for a damn lap dance. I’m sick of this shit.” She turned up her cute little nose and I knew that I had her hook, line and sinker.

              “So, I’ll be in touch,” I told her.

              She walked away and my eyes were glued to her ass. All I could do was shake my head. How could a woman carry all of that ass around all the time? It was nice to look at, but what was it like getting all of that male attention all the time. My booty was big enough to me, so I could only imagine what her everyday life was like. The thing was, with the times, men loved those types of asses. However, would she be marketable to all types of clientele? I took a mental note of that concern as I drained my glass and got up to exit the club.

*  *  *

              After a few days of thinking about it, I called Miss Kitty and Reign to let them know that I wanted to meet with them for the next phase in my application process. That time would be a whole lot more in depth. Although I knew that I wanted to hire them, I had to be sure that they could actually cut it.

              “It’ll be like sort of an audition, so be ready for anything.” By anything I did mean anything.

              They both seemed to be down and I was hoping to have the website up within the week. It was time to do more recruiting, because I couldn’t start Sweet Nectar Entertainment with only two girls. Shit, I needed more and I was waiting on Serg to hook something up with this chick named Serenity.

              She was a model who was very popular on Instagram. The exotic looking beauty had cinnamon toned skin, curves like Beyonce and from what I heard, a head game from out of this world. It was crazy the way the media circuits were going on about how good she sucked dick.

              The thing was, she wasn’t ashamed of it. She held the title of “The New Superhead” with pride. Serenity was always linked to a rapper or athlete and stayed on websites like TMZ, World Star Hip Hop and Media Take Out. Being an amateur porn star was amongst her many talents as well.

              I’d heard her name before Serg mentioned it and so I was a little concerned.

              “She may just be a little too out there,” I said thoughtfully as he showed me some of her nude photos.

              “Yeah, but we can reel her in. Shit, it’ll be worth it ‘cause niggas already know who she is. The bitch got like a million followers on Instagram. You’ll change your mind when you see this.”

              He grabbed my Mac Book and pulled up a video. I had to admit that Serenity was actually naturally beautiful and her body was perfect. My eyes were glued to the screen as she deep throated some nigga’s ten-inch dick.

              “Oh, dayum…what the fuck?” I had to admit that I was impressed.

              Her eyes were watery and spit was everywhere, but the bitch was getting it in. Whoever the nigga was she was giving head to was acting like she was sucking the life out of him.

              “Mmm, arrrrrgghhhhh, mmmm, fuckkkk….ohhhhh…shiiiiittttt….oohhhhh myyyy fuckin’…damn…suck dat shit! Arrrrrggghhhh fuuuuucckkkk!”

              “That nigga’s screamin’ like a bitch!” Serg yelled excitedly as he looked at me.

              He might’ve been on to something. She was sucking his dick like a champ and I could only imagine the money she could make for me.

              “Oh yeah…Her tongue is long as hell too and it’s thick,” I said thinking out loud. “Can you set something up so I can meet her?”

              “Hell yeah,” he had assured me and he’d come through.

His text had just come in and I couldn’t stop grinning.

             
Serg: She’s down to meet with you tomorrow night.

              Damn, I was really thankful for Serg’s help. Cherie was blowing my phone up about his birthday party, but I was so busy with getting my coins in order that I had put the party planning on the back burner. After I had everything up and running I’d get back to the task at hand.

*  *  *

              That following evening I was sure to meet Serenity prepared. It was time to put it all on the line, because the way I saw it, she was going to be my big money maker. So far she was the only one whose skills I’d actually seen for myself. The plan was for us to meet at a café in downtown Decatur.

              After finding a parking spot, I headed toward the outside eatery on Ponce de Leon and took in the beautiful scenery. There were a lot of people out and they were mostly white. That was fine with me, because they wouldn’t be paying me and Serenity any mind.

              It was easy to spot her sitting there with her sun kissed skin and her peach colored romper on. That little thing was low cut, showing cleavage and every inch of her thick thighs. Very appropriate for me to see just what she was working with in the flesh.

              “Hi Serenity. I’m Fiona.”

              She looked up at me without looking too friendly. There was no smile, or even an ounce of interest on her face.

              “So, I was told this is a business meeting. Have a seat and let’s get down to business. Tell me why I should work for you when I’m doing just fine by myself. You can sit here with your Roberto Cavalli dress on and your Louboutins, but that don’t impress me. I can get all that for myself. I drive a brand new Mercedes and I got a condo in the Twelve. What can you do for a bitch that I can’t do for my damn self?” Her nose was turned up and all.

              “Do all the hard work for you. You’re a diva. I can tell. If you want to multiply your worth, fuck with me. One thing I can guarantee is an endless slew of men for you to milk. You won’t have to be in a fake ass relationship to get your bills paid. All you have to do is let me make the money for you. Think about it. How hard is it balancing more than one man to get everything you want on a personal level? Then think about spending only a little time with a few men, a few days out of the week with no strings attached? This is all business. How many times have a nigga not given you what you wanted, or thought he was going to get some pussy for free? Imagine getting paid every time, whether you fuck or not. You’re all over social media. Men know who you are. That could be a good thing, or that can spell trouble. If you work for me, you’ll have security at your disposal. You’ll be safe and you’ll be able to move out of The Twelve and buy a mansion. Fuck a Mercedes. You can drive a Bentley.”

              By the time the server made it to our table, Serenity’s resolve had weakened. Even her facial features seemed to soften.

              “So, you mean to tell me that all I have to do is show up at the appointments. Ya’ll do everything else.”

              I nodded noting that I was on drink number four and I had to drive home. It was time to slow down.

              “Show up and show out. Keep your clientele at a minimum, or fuck all the clients you want. It’s up to you. If you do the math, you can deal with two clients a week and still be good. Shit, you’ll be better than good. Think of millions baby girl. Not thousands. Imagine not having to do another cheap porn, or suck an athlete off in his car. From this day forward it’ll only be five star hotels, exotic trips around the world and all of the finer things in life. You’ll be the envy of every so called model on Instagram when I’m done with you.”

              “My money hungry ass don’t mind toasting to that shit, for real, for real.” Serenity was finally wearing a smile and I was feeling the rewards of success.

*  *  *

              A week had passed and it was time to meet with Miss Kitty, Reign and Serenity. Little did they know, but my risky step into the pussy business depended on them. I’d even had business cards made with the logo that Cherie had done for me. It was a sliced peach with the juice dripping into a wine glass. That shit was hot.

              “So, what are we here for?” Serenity eyed the other two girls as she asked.

              “Well, you all have physical attributes that we can see with our eyes, but can you really fuck? I mean, we need the clientele to keep coming back,” I said as they stared at me blankly.

              It was like I could hear the crickets chirping.

              “It’s not like you can fuck us,” Miss Kitty pointed out.

              “Oh, it might be a time when you have to get it on wit’ a bitch. Who’s down for that? Hmm, sometimes women are the biggest spenders,” I pointed out.

              Reign raised her hand slightly like she was in school. “Uh, I don’t mind gettin’ down wit’ a bitch. I’m all about my paper.”

              Serenity turned her nose up. “I’m strictly dickly.”

              “Uh, me too,” Miss Kitty spat.

              With a mischievous grin on her face Reign looked at Serenity and said, “Hmm. If I licked that pussy one time, you’ll change your mind.” She flicked her pierced tongue at her.

              “Please control your hoes Fiona,” Serenity told me with an attitude, but her body language said otherwise.

              In my opinion Serenity was a little bi-curious. It was only a matter of time before Reign turned her out.

              “I like ‘em feisty,” Reign teased.

              “Okay ladies. Calm down. The whole objective today is to make sure you are all clean and by clean I mean free of any major drug problem or STDs. I can’t sell dirty pussy. You feel me?”

              They nodded as I continued.

              “So, we will be taking a field trip to get you tested for everything in the book. Ya’ll ready?” I asked gauging all three of them for a reaction.

              Nobody seemed to want to walk away after that, so I felt confident about it.

              “So, you said something earlier about not knowing if we can fuck or not,” Miss Kitty reminded me.

              “Oh, we’ll get to that. Good pussy is the next test, but first we have to make sure the pussy is profitable. We will have all of your results within hours, so after that, the pussy will be probed once again. You may like that better than this field trip.” I laughed.

              “So, we gotta fuck somebody? We gettin’ paid? Like I told you, I don’t fuck for free,” Serenity snapped with that attitude she had when we first met.

              I knew that I’d melt the ice queen again really soon.

              “Pass the drug and STD test and then we’ll talk about that,” I snapped right back at her.

              “Oh, believe me, I will.” She shook her head.

              I’d hired a limo service to show out a little bit. They needed to think that I did everything in style. I’d rented a suite at the Hyatt downtown for the meeting with the ladies and they’d be back soon enough to finish the next phase of my application process. The way it looked so far, shit was falling right into place.

Chapter 9

The loud moans and the visual of live fucking was causing me to get aroused. Shit, I hadn’t had sex in so long and my body was craving it. Still, I had to focus on the matter at hand. All of the girls had proven that they didn’t have any STD’s. Miss Kitty did have a yeast infection, but that wasn’t an issue. It could be cleared up in no time. The number one rule was to use condoms at all times anyway.

As far as hard drugs were concerned, all of them had checked out for that too. Miss Kitty and Reign both had admitted to occasionally using Molly and Marijuana. Weed wasn’t bad, but I told them to keep that Molly shit to a minimum. I didn’t need them having a bad high around the clientele. Hell nah. That would be bad business.

“Dayum, this some good ass pussy...mmm…ahhh…shit,” one of the niggas that Serg sent over to sample the pussy groaned as he palmed Miss Kitty’s ass from the back.

Old girl was taking the dick and I liked the way she looked back at him all sexy like. Oh yeah, he was definitely loving the pussy.

“So, what you think AJ?” I asked dude. “You up in some five-star pussy or what?”

He slapped Miss Kitty’s fat ass and then looked over at me. “Hell yeah. You gon’ make a lot of money off her. This shit’s tight and wet as fuck. Mmm…damn…work that ass ma.”

Miss Kitty really threw that shit back at him then. I watched as she twirled her waist and threw her pussy into his dick in a circle. He didn’t have a small one either.

“Fuck…get that pussy nigga…mmm…” She put a deep arch into her back and started twerking on his pole like she was back at Magic City.

That nigga started nutting instantly.

Then it was on to Reign. I was ready to watch her fuck. That bitch had me intrigued. I decided to ask Serg to send a nigga and a bitch over for her. Some threesome action would be a good test being that some couples would actually be interested in that service.

Kandi was already between Reign’s thick thighs sucking and licking her swollen clit.

“Oh yeah, you got a pretty fat ass pussy,” she moaned as she fingered it. “She’s the shit Fiona.”

Reign looked at me and winked before blowing me a kiss. This cock diesel ass dude named Memphis positioned himself behind her as she rode Kandi’s tongue. As he slid up in that pussy with the condom rolled up on his dick, I watched. Damn, I could see Reign’s pussy lips gripping his dick as he moved in and out of her. The sound of her gushiness filled the room before the sound of moans and groans became even louder.

“Oh yeah…” That nigga’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Million-dollar pussy right here…mmm…shit!”

“Ohhhh…ahhh…yeah nigga…That pussy good ain’t it?” Reign worked her waist as she enjoyed the head and dick that she was receiving simultaneously. “Mmm, damn…that feels…soooo good.”

She wasn’t faking, but I hoped the girls knew that it wouldn’t always be good. Sometimes the sex was going to be wack, and they weren’t going to enjoy it. I had a feeling that Reign would enjoy the experience more than any of the other girls due to her addiction to sex. She was the bisexual one, so that showed her sexual greed. It didn’t matter who delivered it as long as she got her nut off.

My horny ass felt like masturbating right then and there, but I decided to fight the urge. My eyes were glued to them, but then drifted over to Serenity. I was anxious to see what she was working with when it came to straight fucking. Was she only good for head? If she was a double threat, it was going to be on and popping.

Serenity was on top of that nigga Ro, riding his dick reverse cow girl style. He was looking mesmerized as he held on to her waist. She was working that shit as she rubbed her own nipples.