Free La Familia 2 by Paradise Gomez Page A

to look sexy in some heels and skimpy attire. I wore a Micro Puff Hooded Jacket, and underneath it a simple T-shirt. Erica wore something almost identical to me.
    Cream was dressed in a leather jacket and Yankees fitted skewed across his head with designer Sean John jeans and beige Timberlands. He concealed a 9 mm in his waistband and was considered our protection. But he was nothing less than a young pimp. He was happy to see me out there with Erica. But I wasn’t his to control. I was doing this for my daughter, until I was able to get back on my feet and get us our own place to live.
    It was a cold night, feeling like it was below zero, freezing. I blew into my hands to keep them warm as we stood next to an abandoned and stripped automobile. Traffic was sparse, the area deserted like a ghost town. It was creepy. The wind cut bitterly through my coat and I felt like someone had shut the door and locked me inside a freezer.
    Erica turned to me and said quickly under one breath, “Okay, it’s fifty for a blowjob and a hundred for sex. You give a trick fifteen minutes to cum; if they don’t cum in fifteen, you fuckin’ leave or charge them extra. Time is money, and we can’t be wasting our time on one trick for the entire night. You make him bust a nut as fast as you can and leave. But you always get paid first; no pleasure until you receive that treasure, you understand?”
    I nodded.
    She continued with, “Now you walk around always with a smile and flag down as many cars as you can. Get them to stop, flirt wit’ muthafuckas; pull up ya skirt and show that pussy if you have to. It always gets their attention. If they ain’t alone, don’t fuck wit’ it; that’s how bitches get killed out here.”
    I continued nodding.
    Cream was standing off to the side looking around as Erica lay down the rules to me. I could tell she was already a professional at this. She knew the do’s and don’ts. Me, I was trying to keep warm, always blowing in my hands to keep them from numbing up and catching frostbite. It was so cold that it was painful. And we had to walk around in this frigid weather to make money. And speaking of money, Erica jumped onto that subject like she was reading my mind.
    â€œNow when you get paid, you put that somewhere safe, ’cause believe me, these tricks out here can get grimy and shit, and try to take back what they paid you, either by sneaking it from you or taking it by force. So you gotta protect yourself. Here,” she said, handing me a small razor to carry on me. “If niggas even think about tryin’ sumthin’ on you, you cut that muthafucka deep, and cut somewhere where they gonna definitely remember you. If they exposed, cut they dick off. They gonna definitely remember not to fuck wit’ you then.”
    Just thinking about being put in a frightening situation like that had me thinking second thoughts. But it was too late to turn around. The cab was gone and we were at the point of no return.
    â€œAlso, I get sixty-five percent,” Erica said.
    â€œSixty-five?” I uttered in disbelief.
    â€œYeah, bitch. Until you get on ya own, I gotta get mines. You stayin’ wit’ me, right? So that’s rent, food, clothes, transportation. You ain’t paid for shit yet.”
    It was highway robbery. Crazy!
    â€œSo sixty-five is my cut.”
    I couldn’t argue with her. I could only bend over and take it in the ass roughly without any Vaseline to make it easier.
    â€œAnd don’t play me, Mouse, you understand? Don’t steal from me, ’cause I’m serious about my money,” she warned.
    â€œI’m no thief,” I said.
    â€œCool.” Erica handed me over a dozen condoms, mostly Magnums, saying, “Keep them in ya purse, protect you from that HIV shit.”
    Just hearing her mention HIV had me like, whoa, this is really serious. I thought about Sammy’s mother’s having