Free La Familia 2 by Paradise Gomez Page B

that treacherous disease and I prayed I wouldn’t end up like that.
    From there, it was about business and turning tricks. “I’m gonna work across the street and you stay here and work this block, walk around, but not too far, keep yourself in a certain perimeter, and watch out for five-oh and undercover, ’cause they be creeping.”
    â€œY’all bitches have fun,” Cream said to us with an unruly smile. He looked at me and winked, and then walked away from us, allowing us to do our thing. I guessed he didn’t want to scare away any potential customers.
    I exhaled noisily, still not sure about this. Erica strutted across the street and started to walk leisurely up the block, switching her ass left and right and having her eyes fixated on every passing car with a smile and a welcoming wave. She stepped out into the street and advertised herself for sale.
    I went the opposite way, toward Tiffany Street. Traffic was so sparse that I didn’t think any business would come my way soon. There was a part of me that hoped it didn’t. Was I really ready to suck a stranger’s dick and give him my pussy? But then it was getting so cold and I was so desperate to make some money that I prayed tonight didn’t end up in a bust.
    Ten minutes later, I saw headlights approaching my way. I continued walking slowly away from them, trying to keep warm and focus on my surroundings. It was a dangerous area. The car was approaching me from behind. I turned my head and noticed it was slowing down and moving closer to the curb. I stopped walking and turned completely around to see what he was about. It was a blue five-door hatchback. He pulled alongside me and rolled down the passenger window. He leaned across the passenger seat and called out, “Hey, what’s up?”
    â€œWhat you want?” I asked gruffly. I was nervous. I felt my heart beat a million times per second. He was a black male, looked to be in his mid-thirties. He was slim with glasses, and had a small afro and a mustache. I made it my business to screen everyone quickly.
    â€œHow much for you?” he asked promptly.
    I just blurted out, “It’s fifty.” I didn’t even know if he wanted a blowjob or sex. Fifty was the first thing that popped inside my head. Shit, I said to myself. I hoped he didn’t think it was fifty for sex.
    â€œFifty for a blowjob?” he asked.
    â€œYes,” I replied, being short with him.
    I was tempted to walk away. Then I heard the words, “Get in.”
    For a moment, I froze. I stood there like the cold had frozen me to the concrete looking like a deer caught in headlights. He said, “Get in,” but I didn’t rush to the passenger door like I had seen Erica do just recently. She had spoken a few words to the driver and then trotted around to the passenger side and climbed inside this stranger’s vehicle like he was an old friend giving her a ride somewhere.
    I just wasn’t that forthright about it, not yet anyway. I knew once I climbed into his car what would be expected of me: sexual favors for nothing more than a hundred dollars, if that.
    â€œYou gonna get in?” he asked loudly.
    I took a deep breath and felt myself moving closer to his car. He unlocked the door and there was me reaching for the door handle, opening it up and getting into the front seat. Then I closed the door and he drove away. It was like I was watching myself in this vivid dream. But this was reality.
    I was so nervous that I felt myself getting sick.
    â€œYou’re beautiful,” he said.
    â€œThank you,” I replied faintly.
    â€œWhat’s your name?”
    There was no way in hell I was about to give him my real name, so I quickly uttered a false identity. “Diamond.” It came out all of a sudden because I remembered the character from that movie The Players Club with Ice Cube and LisaRaye.
    â€œYeah, you are definitely a diamond.”
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