He stiffly walked to the door, “who is it?” he asked.
“Housekeeping, do you want me to change the towels for you? You have the sign up” she responded back, in a kind of annoyed way. She must’ve heard us earlier or something.
“No, my apologies we’re good thank you, i’ll buzz down if anything” he said back as politely as he could without ever opening the door.
“You seem like you weren’t expecting housekeeping”, I said coyly. “Who got your panties in a bunch?”, I said in a smart ass tone.
“I wasn’t expecting any fucking body cause I didn’t ask for no damn towel to be changed”, he said as he laughed and walked back to the washroom. He moved like he dodged a bullet, “get your ass in here yo”.
I got up off the bed and went to go shower, he was washing me down and scrubbing my body like he wasn’t fucking a whole other bitch. We finished up and got out the shower, I got ready first and decided to ball up a spliff while he got dressed.
My mind was lost, in the battles of my thoughts. That’s why I hate sex, the way it has the ability to be a temporary fix. You get some amazing dick and the blinders come on. All the reasons you ‘should’ leave, become pessimistic and all the reasons you ‘shouldn’t’ become optimism and intuition. Meanwhile you’re still dealing with the same ain’t shit nigga, just with a different orgasm.
Pablo’s phone rang for about 1 minute before he decided to answer it. “Hello? Yoo? Yoo?– What the fuck? Dawg what are you saying to me right now?”, he asked.
I was immediately snapped out of my world by whatever young and the restless drama I was hearing going on over his phone.
“Broooo i’m fucking OT, do you know how long- You know what don’t say a word. I’ll see you just now”, he said angrily before he got off the phone and busted out into the living room. He immediately started gathering up his PS5 and what little of his things he had out.
“Fuckkkk, man. Fuccccck”, he yelled out.
“Woah, woah you have to calm down, you’re in these white people’s place. What the fuck is going on?” I asked.
“We were hit, I gotta go, we gotta go” he said frantically.
“We gotta go where? What do you mean we were hit?”, I asked a bit scared.
“Back to toronto Royaal, our people were hit last night, I have to go back to Toronto. We have to go get your shit from the house, fuckkkk man!”, he yelled out again.
My mind was racing, I couldn’t leave Windsor, not yet I was making good money, I needed a few more days and i’ll be good. I had to think of a plan, cause I couldn’t leave.
“I should stay baby, i’m making good money out here. Plus we’re going to need it now, if we were hit. I’ll ask French right now if I can ride down with her” I said quickly as I went and got my phone to text French.
“Ahhhhh, okay, you know what, yeah. Find out when she’s coming back to Toronto. Worse case scenario you can take the greyhound, I guess. Youre thinking, I fucking blu you girl” he said, as he picked up his stuff and headed to the entryway.
French hit me back in no time like the savior she is and said that’s no problem and she’s leaving in 3 days. “As long as I have gas money to contribute, she’s cool. She’s leaving in like 3 days “.
“Alright. Maybe this girl isn’t so bad after all” he said opening the hotel door for me.
We smoked the spliff in the car, on our way back to the stripper house. Pablo gave me a kiss and sped off, he told me to hit him when i’m at work and he’ll call me when he’s back home, I wasn’t going to hold my breath.
“Okay what the fuck happened, fill me in girl. I thought you were going back down with your man?”, French was like a kid waiting for their favorite after school show to come on.
“Okay well, we fucked but you have to have those last time fuck’s or you just gonna be wondering forever”, me and French looked at each other and laughed. “And honestly girl, I don’t really know but he’s tweaking. He said we got hit last night and he has to get back to the city. So i’m guessing it’s some serious shit, he didn’t really say too much. But I told him, I should stay and still make money and that’s why I asked you for a ride down”, I said.
“Well obviously you guys fucked, look at you two sexy people and he’s still technically your man. But that’s crazy though, welp let’s go get ready for work, no reason to shed tears over spilled milk”.
French was right but I couldn’t help but feeling a little bit worried, it obviously had to be something serious if he had to go back to Toronto. But she’s right, no use in being worried about something you can’t change. Plus, this is the same nigga that’s been fucking round with Ari, let me not get too comfortable.
“You right”, I said.
We got ready for work and headed out, it was the easiest night yet. I was feeling pretty good considering all the chaos around me. We finished working our 2 days and was finally heading back to the city. French hooked us up to see Mr. Moneyman and Mike one more time before we left. I ended up pocketing $5,300 towards my new life. It wasn’t much but it was exactly what I needed. French reminded me that my name was technically on the lease, so if I didn’t wan’t to leave that place, I shouldn’t. He should be the one that leaves and goes and moves out with Ari, and that’s what I was going to tell him. I’ll pay the rent and utilities by myself, he can go move in with Ari for all I care, but i’m not leaving. I want to pay down my next months rent, while I hustle and buy a few new pieces for the house in the meantime.
French dropped me back home and gave me a few words of encouragement before I left. I was finally going to leave Pablo and become a renegade like her. And it seemed it couldn’t happen at a worse time for him, cause Pablo’s friend Ant was shot. Apparently they caught him lackin’ at the at the club, he’s going to survive though. But it’s war on these streets right now, and Ant’s his right hand man. He’s going to want someone’s head for almost taking Ant’s life. I just wondered what beef Ant got going on that niggas are shooting at him at the club.
I was so happy to be home, the smell of the incense I left out tickled my nose. My house greeted me with a warm pleasant energy, I couldn’t wait to take a shower. I grabbed my phone and texted Pablo I was home then went to go stash the money until I was able to open an account and put it in. I wasn’t expecting him to come home soon, since all the bullshit was going on; he was probably with Ant.
I unpacked my things and got ready to take a bath, I put on Jazmine Sullivan’s ‘A heaux Tales’ to accompany during my bath. The water was so comforting as it wrapped around me. My skin twitched with excitement as I remembered his strong hands pressed against my throat. I sunk my fingers into my pussy, as I thought about how powerful and bad I was. How I made 5G’s in 2 weeks, how i’m really that bitch. I played with myself until I came and then it was time to get out.
I washed up, hopped out of the bath and creamed my skin. I had plans to spoil myself tonight, spliffs, ice creams, Rick and Morty, Bad Girls Club, Love and Hip Hop, it was going to be a festival up in here.
Just as I was about to buss open the fridge for the ice cream, I heard a knock on the door. At first, I was nervous than remembered how this boy is always knocking cause he’s too lazy to pull out his key.
“Man… who is it?” I asked as I walked towards the door, to look through the peep hole; and thank god I did, cause it was Ari.
“Why the fuck is this bitch here?” I whispered to myself, as I looked through the peep hole some more.
“It’s Ari, I know i’m the last person you’re expecting to see. I’m not here on some shit, I just need to talk to you. I know this is crazy but just let me come in”, she said back through the door.
All the things were going through my head, this was a set up, she was really here for Pablo, the list goes on. But I wanted to know so badly why the fuck the so called bottom bitch was standing at my door.
“Yeah this is crazy, what the fuck? Pablo sent you?”, I asked.
“No it’s complicated, he doesn’t know i’m here and let’s keep it that way, girl i’m not talking outside this door like this, are you going to let me in?” she asked.
“Ahhh, give me 2 minutes”, I said back quickly. I ran around the house cleaning up any clothes, loose towels or just anything that made it seem like I was a dirty bitch. Cause I wasn’t and she was not going to catch me on my down time and think she had one up on me.
I ran back over to the door, peeped through the peep hole one more time, then opened the door with my arm held out to gesture her in.
“Hey”, she said as she walked through, “i’m sorry to pop up on you like this”.
I lead us towards the bar stools in the kitchen.
“I know you were not expecting to see my face, especially after what happened at the club”, she said.
“So i’m guessing you know where I am cause you’ve been here? And he told you I was back in the city too obviously, crazy”, I said as I sat down, ‘the disrespect doesn’t fucking stop”.
“To be honest, i’ve only been here like 3-4 times and it was never upstairs. He told me what unit he lived in when you guys first got the place. But you’re handling this strangely kinda well, considering the last time we saw each other I told you I was his bottom bitch. And you didn’t believe me” she said in a way, that kind of snubbed me.
“No that’s the last time you seen me, that wasn’t the last time I seen you. You were rocking that dress at Ceasars, y’all must really put on a show every time you step out”.
“So you knew?” she asked.
“Not when I seen you at Atlantis I didn’t. What, that’s what you were coming to tell me? That you knew about me this whole time? Try and get it in my head, that’s your nigga. Cause bitch, you can have him. Fuck I want with a pimp that can’t stand on his word, i’m good”.
She laughed under her breath, “you’re funny, I did come to tell you, you should leave this nigga. But not cause he’s mine, but because he’s a popcorn ass pimp”, she said as she straightened up her back in the seat.
“Is that so? If that’s the case why the fuck are you still with him?” I asked.
“That’s a good fucking question, one I still ask myself, to be honest. Look, i’m not young anymore and I wasn’t always with Pablo, before him I was with a real pimp, his name was Bam. I loved that nigga, but he was a REAL ass pimp, not like no Pablo. I was young, scared, wanted love over money and Pablo love-bombed me, he acted like my boyfriend and Bam acted like my pimp. Anyways I ended up choosing up to Pablo and it’s been war with him and Bam ever since. To keep it real, I knew about you, but he told me you were a little white ting he had running the track. Pablo ain’t no playa like that, so I didn’t expect him to bag a you, so I never pressed it”.
My face was shocked, I was shocked, this was so much news The only “Bam” I knew in the pimp world was Mr. B, and Mr. B was a notorious badass pimp from Nova Scotia. Him and his family came up and took over the pimping game in Toronto. Mr. B was ol’ school, pimps up, hoes down style; I couldn’t believe Pablo stole Ari from Mr. B.
“That’s why I was stunned as fuck seeing you, you were suppose to be white. I told this nigga i’m going to Windsor for a week to get away from everything. And he comes AND brings you, he only came cause he thought Bam was going to be out in Windsor, so he took me out and shit. But Bam was in Toronto and him and his boys went to the club. And ran into Ant by himself and they chased him to the parking lot and then started swapping it out. Ant and Bam’s boy got hit, but lived now he wants Ant’s head, Pablo’s head and my fucking head”, she said in a defeated yet angry voice.
My brain was overstimulated and my body was overwhelmed with information, what the fuck was Ari telling me?
Traffick’d 