The Hood Life by Meesha Mink & De'nesha Diamond

Author:Meesha Mink & De'nesha Diamond [Mink, Meesha & Diamond, De'nesha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Adult, General, Contemporary, Erotic Fiction, Urban Life, Fiction - Romance, Romance - Adult, Romance - Contemporary, Atlanta (Ga.), African American, Inner Cities, Modern & contemporary fiction (post c 1945), General & Literary Fiction, African American Novel And Short Story, Modern fiction, African American - Urban Life, African American - Romance, African American Men
ISBN: 9781416577096
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2009-01-06T06:00:00+00:00

The Pimp

Fuck it.

I’m a nice man, but from time to time, I have to beat a bitch down. The success of any business centers on the quality of his product: pussy, in my case. Good pussy. Clean and drug-free pussy. After all, any nigga can get a crackhead ho to suck his dick for $20. My rates are $3,500 an hour with a three-hour minimum. Cash only. So when I get a call from a disgruntled but longtime client demanding his money back because one of my girls are so high and fucked up that he can’t even get his dick hard, well, then it’s time for me to put my foot down on a bitch’s neck.

But then when I learn that same bitch is tryna play snitch, I gotta take things to another level.

Sabrina has been working for me for close to ten years, so it ain’t like she doesn’t know the fuckin’ deal. She ain’t stupid, slow, or hooked on muthafuckin’ phonics either. So while she’s sobbin’ in front of me about how sorry she is, I don’t fuckin’ want to hear it.

“You’re a fuckin’ disappointment, Sabrina,” I say as I walk a circle around her standing nude body. It’s a fuckin’ hot body too. Five-eight, slim, with a red beans and rice booty. Three years ago, she was one of my top moneymakers. Now I only get a request for her services once maybe twice a month. The bitch has been seriously slipping.

This is what happens when you deal with sloppy bitches. I would have caught this shit sooner if I wasn’t constantly dealing with Corrine’s bullshit. The girl has run away from home twice. Each time, she showed up at my momma’s apartment.

First time I’ve heard of anyone wanting to run to Bentley Manor.

“C’mon, Sweet. I’m sorry,” Sabrina says; her voice cracking. “You know me. I was just having a bad night.”

“A bad night?” I laugh. “Client says you were so high you fell asleep and pissed the bed. Call me crazy, but that sounds like more than a bad night.”

She whimpers a bit, avoids meeting my eyes.

“So whatcha smokin’, huh? Crack? Meth? I’m sure the shit is stronger than weed if you’re pissing the bed.”

Sabrina doesn’t answer. She just stands there looking straight ahead with tears streaking down her face. Like I give a fuck. “Whatcha cryin’ for?” I unbutton my jacket and hand it to Fat Joe.

“I’m sooo sorry, Sweet,” she sobs, trembling like a leaf. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Oh, I know the shit ain’t gonna happen again,” I tell her. “No bitch fucks with my money.”

Another sob.

“What the fuck you cryin’ for?” I bark. “Ain’t I always been good to you?”

Silence.

“What—I ain’t been good to you? Is that what you tryna say?”

The crying bitch shakes her head. “You’ve always been good to me. Always.”

“So why you fuck me, huh? You cost me fourteen large. Now what am I supposed to do about that?” I roll up my sleeves.

“Sweet, I swear, I’ll get you your money.

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