“Let me ask you this. What’s the last job you had before coming here?” “
“Let me ask you this. What’s the last job you had before coming here?” “I was a sitter for a lady who went to my father’s church.” I thought about Chandler and Josiah and how much I missed caring for the twins. The Montana’s were good to me even after I pulled that little stunt with Sadie. “And how much did you make with them?” “They paid seventeen dollars an hour.” “And I’m sure that came with holiday pay and extra for overtime, right?” “Well yeah.” “So, for a normal eight-hour shift, you made a lil’ under one-hundred and fifty a day, correct?” “Yes.” “Well if you didn’t fuck that trick up for me, I would have had four-hundred in one hour.” She sucked her teeth, folded her arms and sat back in her seat. “Sheesh.” “Exactly.” She was pissed and I knew it. I still wasn’t sold on selling my pussy but $400 an hour was something to be mad over. “Well look I’m sorry I messed up your paper but don’t try to pull me into that part of the business. I’m not interested in being any man’s whore.” “Whatever you say Ms. Lady but don’t think you haven’t been a man’s hoe just because you didn’t receive a direct payment for your pussy. Just because you didn’t make it known upfront doesn’t mean a nigga hasn’t cashed out just to hit that shit before. We all have a price and negotiate directly or indirectly whether it’s dates, dinner, money, jewelry, a bill paid, vacations or whatever. Once a man figures out what you charge, he’ll make sure to give you an ample supply of whatever it is in order to see that box. We ain’t all that different Mercedes. We both out here fuckin’. The only difference is you think yours is for love. ‼️ ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️Caught Up in this Street Shyt 1.15.20‼️‼️‼️‼️ https://www.instagram.com/p/B7O8gEWg_tV/?igshid=49hpznb74e23 -- source link