Ghetto Love Bird

His grunts echoed in the empty room as his hands roughly course through my hair. He could barely sit still, and although my mouth began to hurt, it was all the motivation I needed. Clay was a regular customer, if it's one thing that he loved, it was my attention. "Damn, Honey," he moaned just on cue, and in response, I moaned back. His hands reached out to slap my ass from the arched position I was in, and the noise echoed through around the room. My room didn't have much, a bed, a table and a chair in the corner, but of course, that didn't matter to them. "Get up," he practically growls and my womanhood throbs in response. I do as he says and he roughly removes my panties and pulls my leg over so that I was straddling him. "You know what to do," he leans back into the bed, his hand folded behind his head. And I did. What I loved about Clay was that he never lingered around, he never stuck for conversation, or breakfast & lunch. He payed, and he left. He wasn't arrogant or overbearing, he was actually calm and gentle, and I wish I could say that for all of my clients. He wasn't the biggest I've had, If you know what I mean, but he often tried to take care of my body the best he could, which was against my rules. I didn't do kissing, and I didn't do conversations and the focus could only be on me for a few minutes. Clay was good, but he often just tried too much to please me at times. I believe he's learning not to though, I've had this exact conversation with him one too many times. # Where I came from, no one really made it out of here. High school was practically the gateway to teenage pregnancy and drugs lords, and after that women sold themselves or had sugar daddies in order to take care of their children. Sorayah would never have that struggle. Even if I was left with nothing, and she had everything, all her schooling would be private, and she would be out of this ratchet town for college. For now, at 3 years old, she was stuck with me. She was never here while I did what I had to do, and all she knew for now was that Mommy took care of her. I thought about it everyday, the eventual realization of what I did for a living, I wondered if she would look at me different, if she would hate me. Rubbing my forehead, I watch as she happily waddles to her toy box, grabbing a doll that I knew she was just going to leave alone in the next 5 minutes. I smile at her subconsciously, and my phone vibrates with a text from my friend, Tera. Bitch, party at Joan's house. Bitch, I'm a mother. Ha!! Anyway, Joan invited them n^ggas from the west coast. I can practically smell the money. You're gonna pass this up, honey? I bit my lip, my eyes averting to Sora who was already looking at me. She had a ball in her hands, and stared at me as if I had already left. "Oh, don't look at me like that." I pout, opening up my hands. She eagerly crawls into them, her hair clips bouncing with her three strand plaits. The men from the west coast were known for their money and their power. I'm not sure if they paid for s*x but that wasn't an issue, I knew how to let them know that I wasn't free. I'm sure there would be drama at Joan's house tonight, here on the east side, we never really enjoyed having foreign people on our side, especially not them. But I wasn't a gang-member, so this didn't bother me much. I was gonna go out, and stack my cash. With Soraya cradled in my arms, I rocked side to side, my phone in my hand. Alright but only when my mother awakens from her nap Yay! You know it's easier to pull n^ggas when your fine ass is around. Just txt me when you're almost ready, Girl, don't you got a man? Got you. "You wanna help mommy make some chicken?" "Yeah!" She grins happily, jumping off my lap and into the kitchen. # Come get me hoe Setting my phone back on the dresser, I tug on the top of my tube dress, before applying another coat of lipgloss on my lips. My natural hair hid under my black wavy wig flawlessly. And my face was made up neatly with all my expensive make up. I looked good. I hoped to make bank tonight, and I knew that I would. My waist was snatched and my ass popped out beautifully through the simple black dress, thanks to my bbl. I absolutely, loved me. Tera honked from outside so I grabbed my side bag and my phone and kissed Soraya who laid asleep on my mom on the couch. "I'm going out tonight, mom. I'll see you tomorrow." She mumbles a 'mhm' shifting her head the other way to look at the TV. I roll my eyes and head outside. My mother's and I relationship was practically non existent. She was the reason behind my emotional trauma and truthfully, I couldn't stand her as much as she couldn't stand me, maybe more. I'm sure she didn't give a damn, but she loved her granddaughter with all her heart. "Okay bitchhh," Tera squeals, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and I grin, doing a little twirl in my Black heels. "You already know," I tell her as I climbed into her man's Range Rover. Tera was beautiful. She was light skin, and rocked short hair. And when I say short, I mean not even enough to grip. However she did jerry curls and they were always moisturized. She had wide hips like mine, and boobs to match. I however, was lacking in the chest department. Her man nodded at me through the mirror, and I awkwardly nodded back. She sucked her teeth at him. "Man, you always in a mood like what's wrong with you now?" She asks him and I brace myself. This was going to be a long ride. I tuned out their argument and thought about Soraya. Every second I had a spare moment my mind would drift to her. It would drift to her difficult childbirth . . . that I went through alone, her first words being wig, her first steps, her first day at preschool. I just reminisced. Everything I did, I didn't it for her, because I owe her everything! I loved her pretty self with all my heart. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew exactly who the father was. But these men in the ghetto avoided responsibility more than their opps. I didn't bother him much after she was born when I figured I could do it on my own. He didn't want her, and I was okay with that, I would love her enough for the both of us. "Hoe, I said we're here!" Tera snapped her fingers in my face quickly, and I look outside. "Sorry," I chuckle, pulling at the door handle and stepping out. 'Back in blood' played loudly through the speakers, the party was in full swing. I waited for Tera, who came around after arguing for another 5 minutes. "To hell with you then n*gga!" She screamed, as she walked around the vehicle to stand next to me. Her boyfriend, Western, just locked his Car and walked away. "What's up now?" "Can you believe this man has the audacity to try and tell me, the baddest b***h among the living and the dead, what to wear?" If it's one thing Tera lived up to, was the independent woman lifestyle. She had her own money, her own place, her own car, and vowed never to depend on anyone. She said that that's what made people feel as if they could take advantage of you, the fact that they could say that they feed you. "He didn't," I widen my eyes purposely and she rolls her eyes. "This n*gga been with me for three motherf*cling years, he know that ain't gone work." I held in my laugh at her. She was filled with personality and character, and that's why we remained best friends from high school. She never switched up. She was the realest of the realest and never failed me. "Anyways Chile, let's get you a man tonight," it's my turn to roll my eyes as she grabs my hand and leads me into the house. As usual, we were the prettiest pair of women here. Stares lurked in all corners, but they were all familiar. West coast must not be here yet. Boring. The house was filled with people, but it was big enough. Joan, the owner, happened to be the Dj for the night, and hosted his own parties to advertise himself. The crowd seemed to be enjoying the music though, women were flat out on the floor tweeting, men bopped from side to side with a blunts between their fingers. Tera points to the kitchen and I nod. While still holding hands, we walk in together. Surprisingly, it was empty. "This party a little dead," I move closer to Tera's ears and she shrugs. "Let it pick up a bit." Tera reached into the cooler and grabs me a non alcoholic drink, knowing that I don't drink alcohol. In my . . . profession it was best not to be drunk at these places, because these men will try to eat you up. "You wanna go dance?" Tera suggests and I shake my head. "Not yet." "We'll chill here then," as soon as her words drop were approached by some of the locals. "If it isn't Ms. Honey Nut Cheerios." "Oman, that joke has been used and abused by you for so long, please shut the f**k up," Tera holds the glass up to her lips with a pause, and stares at him side eye. "Shut up Terror, ain't nobody speaking to you." Oman was just a regular neighborhood bum who stole chargers at parties. I paid him no mind usually, unless he really stepped out of line. "If you don't get the hell out of my face n*gga -" "What?" He stepped closer and I raise both eyebrows. I step next to Tera, crossing my arms. "Where's all this hostility coming from, Oman? The party's barely started." "He can't get p*say with his ugly ass, and he can't afford to pay for it. You must feel stuck, huh? Are you f-frustrated?" Tera laughed loudly in his face, and I could clearly see him getting angry. "What n*gga? You gon' hit me?" Tera stepped forward, her arms out, a loose red cup filled with liquor in her hand. Her head jerked when she spoke, her large hoops moving with her every motion. "Tera," I grab her arm, as I notice Oman's hand clench. "No, tell the b***h if he wanna do something, he best do it -" she abruptly pauses and dashes her drink onto Oman's face, "now." I gasp as Oman lunges for her, pulling her back as soon as his friends grab him as well. "What? What?!" Tera screams over everyone, and her skin turns red. "Yo! Watch your back now b***h!" He yells back. Oh boy. "Let's go." I demand seriously, and she flips him the bird as I drag her away, right back outside. "Girl what are you doing? We just got here?" "I'm just tired of these dusty ass men clowning you, Hon. You do what you gotta do for yourself and Soraya, and they out here trying to make your life harder. It's hard to ignore," I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Look sis, people are going to talk, regardless. I knew what was coming when I signed up for this. You can't let every little mouse that squeals in you ear anger you." She takes a deep breath before nodding. "You're right," she nods, "you're right." "Good, now let's head back in, and turn up because it's seems like it's finally picking up." She grins, but as soon as we were about to enter the house again, Western returns obviously angry, to grab Tera and disappear. I watch as my best-friend get dragged into the darkness, screaming 'n*gga don't you know who I am!" I let out a little giggle that I had been holding, before realizing that I was now alone. I groan, looking around just to find absolutely no one that I knew. I fold my arms, and instead of going back inside, watched as a bunch of fancy cars pulled up near the house. They drove in silence, the only noise being heard were the loud humming of their trucks, and sports cars. They all parked, and by this time, everyone's attention was on them. West coast. I continued to watch as all these fine men crawled out of their vehicles, dripping in chocolate and ice. Their gold shone on their chest, hairlines neat to the 'T'. I wondered how many I could get in one night, I wondered which one would I choose, or which would choose me. Gosh, there were so many to pick from. Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, whatever the brands were, they were rocking them on their feet. I started making eye contact as soon as I could, admiring a few smirks here and there, and I thought 's**t, I had this in the bag'. But then . . . there was him.