Free A Gangster's Girl by Chunichi Page B

purchased Vegas a two-way pager, an Xbox game system and an earring so big it could have made him part of the Cash Money Millionaires. It was platinum and covered in princess cut diamonds. He bought me a red mink and some matching red alligator boots, which he special ordered from the Mauri catalog. They were knee-high with pointed toes and graphite stiletto heels. But the best gift of all was my puppy!
    â€œOh, my goodness!” I said as I burst into tears. He bought me the cutest tan cocker spaniel.
    â€œHer name is Prissy. She reminds me a lot of you. I hope you like her.”
    â€œI think that name suits her perfectly,” I said as I picked her up. She wore a diamond collar with the name “Prissy” around it.
    Later that night, it was time for the Annual Baller Christmas Gala. This was like the Players’ Ball, but with a gangsta twist. This was the time for all the area ballers to show off their girls, jewels, clothes and rides. Vegas wore a deep royal blue mink, matching gator boots and belt, and a mushroom-colored suit underneath. I wore a dress of the same blue that dipped in the back to just above my butt crack. The front was sheer, and my private parts were covered only by a small rhinestone design. It was gorgeous.
    We pulled up to the red carpet that lay in front of the hotel and stepped out of the stretch Mercedes. I must say, we were the hottest couple there. The party was off the hook! The music was great, and they gave out all sorts of door prizes. They gave away a DVD player, surround sound system, and a TV. One girl even won fifteen hundred in cash.
    Throughout the night, I noticed a number of the local hustlers whispering in Vegas’ ear. “Look, man, give me a call so we can do some business,” they would say. Amongst those was a hustler who went by the name of Bear. He wore a gray suit with pink gators and a matching scarf on the outside of his suit coat. Bear had no idea that Vegas knew he paid the young punk to break into our place.
    â€œVegas! What’s up, baby?” he said as he dapped him up. “How you doing, Miss Lady?” He said as he gave me a seductive smile. I didn’t speak. I just smiled slightly.
    Bear turned his attention back to Vegas. “Shit is rolling on the streets, man. What cha gon’ do? I’m trying to get you on my team, nigga.” Vegas arranged to do business with Bear.
    â€œBaby, why are you talking to him like everything is cool?” I asked after Bear walked away. I didn’t understand why Vegas would work with someone who had set him up.
    â€œIt’s all part of the game, baby,” Vegas explained. “It’s safer that way. I prefer to keep my enemies close.”
    After a night of socializing and showing off, we headed home, pissy drunk. Vegas couldn’t keep his hands off me during the ride home. The slightest touch was turning me on. My head was spinning as I lay back with my legs cocked open. Vegas buried his head between my legs, making me moist with every kiss. He pleased me exactly as I imagined he would when I masturbated in the lawyer’s office on my first escort assignment. In fact, it was even better . His tongue was wet and warm inside me. I grabbed the back of his head as I came in his mouth.
    By the time we reached home, we were both drained beyond belief.
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    New Year’s followed right behind Christmas, of course. Instead of celebrating, Vegas had become quite annoyed over the past few days. It had been months since he had heard from Red. We were straight living off the stash, and he was worried about what the future would bring.
    â€œI think you should get your mind off money for a while, baby. Let’s go to DC to celebrate the New Year,” I suggested, sensing his frustration.
    He agreed and we headed to the club. We arrived at about eleven o’clock New Year’s Eve. The club was packed. The line was wrapped around the corner. In front of the