I went into the last stall, the time was 3:32am, I gathered together my thoughts before pressing call on my phone. I was going to say we’re in the washroom, smoking and shit and my phone was in the room charging. If anyone comes in, I can play it off like it’s a girl in the house. I already counted, I made $1040 after I paid my floor and dj fee, I was ready to call.
“Hello?” I said timidly, I was trying to disguise the hate in my voice.
“Yo, what happened to you?” he asked sternly but I could hear the concern in his tone.
“I’m sorry baby, I was smoking with French, we got caught up and my phones in the room charging. She just left to go to sleep, you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I was just checking on you, you had me worried. But as long as you’re good though, you had a good night?”.
It’s crazy the way the very thing that you use to love so much, can make you sick to your stomach. I wasn’t charmed by his voice anymore, it didn’t sound like mahogany. Now it just sounded like an overbearing fuckboy, I took a second before I answered.
“Aww yeah baby my bad, I actually have someone else to smoke with so i’m taking advantage” I laughed, “I had a good night though, a nice 1040 piece”.
“See that’s how I know you’re high, cause you should’ve texted me that” he laughed. “Go to bed man, no more smoking, hit me up when you wake up, we’ll get breakfast. I blu you” he said.
“Shut up” I chuckled, “aight I will, I blu you too, later”, I faked laughed. As soon as I hung up, I stopped laughing. Cause ain’t shit funny with this nigga, except this nigga.
I quickly checked my make-up and appearance in the mirror before leaving the washroom. They were all sitting at the blackjack table, laughing and carrying on as I walked over.
“I know you guys missed me, especially since you started without me. But that’s okay, I bet you can make up for it”, I said as I walked over to Mike and sat down beside him.
“Oh yes, I missed you for sure, don’t leave me again okay?” Mike said back jokingly.
“Oh, i’ll never leave you baby, don’t you worry” I said back.
“Okay lovebirds, are we gambling or reenacting the notebook?” French teased.
“I think your friend has a little gambling problem, uh bella”, Mr. Moneyman said to me. “She got the gambling bug”, he laughed.
“Hey, just cause i’m better than you doesn’t mean i’m addicted baby. Don’t be a sexist hater now daddy.” She teased, as she secretly grabbed on his dick under the table.
“Who’s the lovebirds now?” I joked.
“It’s a love hate relationship with me and Mr. Moneyman, I’m the one he hates that he loves. And he just can’t get enough, hein papi, tu detestes que tu m’aimes tellement” she said.
“Don’t tease me if you’re not going to spend the night” he said in a funny yet serious tone.
“I told you baby, we can’t tonight. I got to get my good sis back after we’re done here” she glanced over at me to gauge my tone.
“What’s the price?”, Mike whispered in my ear.
“Huh?” I asked confused, not knowing exactly what he was referring too.
“I guess you’ll discuss it amongst yourselves”, she chuckled and started flirting with Mr. Moneyman.
“What is your hourly rate, you don’t have to stay the whole night. I’ll cover you for every hour you stay. We can stay down here the whole night if you want” he said in my ear again.
“Ohhh, that’s what you meant, I thought you were referring to the table or something”, I said coyly. “$300, down here only”.
“Okay, well if you ladies do want to rest or anything, you’re welcome to our suite and to stay as long as you’d like” he said to us.
“Royaal, what do you want to do? You down to stay longer?” French asked me, with no pressure at all.
“Fuck it, viva la vida or whatever, order some drinks bitchhhh. Let’s get this party started!”.
Traffick’d 