"Giselle, I'm telling you baby girl.. you come work for me. I'll take good care of you. I take care of all my girls." My friend, a pimp named Tino, offers. He's one of the only men in this line of work I can trust. "I'm telling you, you'd be off this crappy strip your working and in a richer part of Manhattan. I'd put you in the finest hotel-"

"Tino, as much as I'd appreciate everything you'd do for me. I'm cool where I'm at. I make my own money- I don't pay anything to anyone. I'm good!" Grinning politely. I catch the eye of a man walking into the bodega Tino was grabbing his cigarettes from, quickly shifting my eyes away.

Tino notices, furrowing his brow, he leans into my ear with a whisper, "Yo G, you good? This guy fuck with you?"

I nod. "I'm fine.. he's an old client... he's just creepy. I think he's following me. I've been seeing him everywhere." I clutch my arms around myself.

Tino scans the bodega, subtly glancing in the man's direction "Yo!" Tino yells in his heaviest New York accent, slamming his cigarettes on the counter. "Fuck you looking at?! Creepy motherfucker! Get the fuck outta here before I make you disappear!" He says, grabbing his collar and shoving him out the door.

I shove my face in my palm, giggling. "You have the worst temper." I say placing a bottle of juice next to his cigarettes.

"I told you I always got you!" Tino replies with a smirk, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

Later that night, I found myself back on the strip with the same woman from last night. I never bothered to learn her name. "Hey doll, what happened to you last night? I came back from my regular and you were gone.." she says popping her gum in between her pink lipstick smeared lips. "Thought your little pretty ass got snatched."

I chuckle, "I had a client. Paid for a hotel." I said keeping it discreet. I didn't want to reveal who he was and ruin his "good boy" reputation. Pretty sure if I did reveal, no one would believe me anyway.

"Oh excuse me.. a big baller came a rented you out for the night." She smirks.

I lean on the cold, dirty, graffiti ridden brick wall behind me, folding my arms. "Im sure that was a one time thing." I sigh. "That was good money." I mutter.

Very few cars ride past tonight, the woman sits on the concrete, nothing but a net skirt covering her bare ass. She smokes a cigarette, letting out a long exhale. "Slow night... Cane's gonna kill me if I don't have money tonight."

"Cane's your pimp?" I ask. Cane was one of the most feared pimps in the New York City area. He treated his women like trash and majority of them were strung out.

"Yes.. I need at least $400 bucks tonight or he's gonna beat my ass." She sighs, standing to her feet as 3 cars pull up.

She and I prepared ourselves, standing in our sexiest poses. I caress the top parts of my breast. Grabbing my small midsection and running my hand down to my sweet spot. A car honks, I shuffle up to it in my platform heels. "Hey baby, what kind of good time you looking for?" I grin leaning forward into the window. I push my breast harder together.

"Well, last time you made my visit worthwhile. I was wondering if you could handle another night.." that slick, familiar voice slid into my ear.

I give a seductive chuckle, opening the door. "Are you enjoying your New York visit?" I ask, leaning to his side  and caressing his pants. He looks down cautiously, "most definitely... I'm leaving for LA tomorrow morning so.. I'll give you $600 for a blowjob." He says traveling to a nearby alleyway.

"Sounds good." I smile.

I watch him unbutton his pants and lean his seat back, folding his arms behind his head. I take his girth into my mouth slowly, licking around it and having my tongue wrap around the tip.

He tilts his head back letting out a small groan. My hands jerk him slowly, as my mouth cautiously slides down the entire length. I moan out as my head boos up and down and his hips catch my rhythm. I feel his hand lace into my hair pushing my head a little more forcibly. He lets out a loud groan before releasing in my mouth. I pop back up spitting the substance out the window and latch the seatbelt back. He looks at me with a sleepy smirk.

"I'll definitely be back for you, sooner than later.." he says heading back to the spot he picked me up from.

"Don't wait too long.." I giggle, wiping my mouth.

As we pull up, we hear female screams and a man yelling. "You gonna be alright?" He asked. "Maybe I should take you home." He seemed so worried.

"I'll be fine.." I mumble, waving him off. He pulls off slowly, stopping at the red light. I just knew he was watching in his rear view mirror.

"Bitch are you playing me with my money!!" Cane yells, holding on to the woman by her hair.

"No daddy I promise, I'm trying! I'm trying." She wails.

Cane looks at me as I exit Michael's car. "This bitch had someone pick her up! Why can't you?" He says tossing her to the ground. "You a old washed up hoe. Two days and all you got is $100!"

It was never wise to get into another pimps business. So I stayed to myself, not to mention, I didn't have Tino with me. I managed to contact him to come pick me up because things were getting ugly and I was pretty sure the cops were gonna be called soon.

"Cane was out there beating another hoe?? He's gonna kill one one day." Tino says shaking his head, "that's why you don't need to be out there by yourself!" He scolds.

"You hit your girls too T!" I chuckle.

"Yeah but I'd never hit you girl. That's like hitting my sister." He laughs, dropping me off at the same hotel his girls were staying. He gives me his room key, "take my room, get some rest Giselle.."