Free Working Girls by Katt Page A

looked as if two midgets were in a wrestling match. Even gay men and women with their girlfriends cut their eyes over in the direction of the two of them in passing. They knew all eyes were on them. It was nothing new. They couldn’t help but laugh when a Spanish guy was unsuccessful at trying to sneak a look at them while walking beside his girl. All they could hear was, “You want her, go be with her, puta !” right before his girl stormed off.
    Out of spite, Jewels was tempted to press him but decided against it after she did her usual quick assessment of him. Physically, he was attractive, but that meant nothing to her. You couldn’t deposit looks into a bank account, and nothing about him made her think, feel, or believe he had money. He was dressed in Polo from head to toe: tee, shorts, and kicks. Normally, that look would make for a promising potential client, but Jewels could spot bootleg a mile away, and everything he had on was a knockoff. Jewels continued ripping the mall’s runway with her partner in crime until they reached their first destination.
    â€œWelcome back, Ms. Jewels, Ms. Sassy,” said one of Louis Vuitton’s security guards as he greeted them at the door with a nod.
    â€œHey, Andre,” Jewels and Sassy replied in unison, returning the greeting with a smile and addressing him by his first name.
    Andre inconspicuously eyed Jewels as she walked through the store like she owned the place. She could see him out the corner of her right eye. Jewels knew he was digging her. Too bad he can’t afford me, she thought.
    â€œAnother cute face with broke pockets,” Sassy said to her.
    Jewels looked back at Andre, who apparently hadn’t heard Sassy. He flashed her his best smile.
    She playfully punched Sassy in the arm. “Be nice.” She grimaced.
    â€œWhat?” a laughing Sassy retorted.
    Jewels rolled her eyes and waved Sassy off. “I can’t with you.” Jewels chuckled.
    With all the waves and smiles Jewels received from other employees, one would easily figure out that she and Sassy frequented the establishment. Jewels was more known than Sassy. She practically lived in the store. She always got a kick out of a line in a popular rap song that the artist 2 Chainz recited: “When I die, bury me inside the Louis store.”
    For the next five hours, they hit up every high-end store from Gucci to Tiffany. Seven stores and swipes later, and minus a combined total of thirty stacks, Jewels and Sassy strolled out of the mall the way they had come in—with all eyes on them. The shopping spree had done Jewels some good. Up until then, she had still been a little on edge about what had kicked off at the hotel.
    â€œGirl, you balled out,” Sassy told her as they strutted through the parking lot with designer-store drawstring bags dangling from their wrists.
    â€œI need all this stuff,” Jewels said in her own defense. “You know my birthday is coming up soon,” she reminded her.
    â€œReally, bitch?” Sassy cut her eyes over at Jewels. “You really needed an eight-thousand-dollar diamond bracelet?”
    Jewels laughed louder than normal as she pretended not to see the two gangbanging-looking black guys sporting red bandannas wrapped and tied around their wrists who were trying to get her and Sassy’s attention. Sassy moved in closer and matched Jewels’s stride. She leaned in and licked the outer part of Jewels’s ear, then sucked on it.
    â€œShe’s spoken for,” Sassy announced just as they passed the two dudes, and then she planted a seductive kiss on Jewels’s cheek.
    One of the thugs threw up his hand in submission while the other gave a thumbs-up and smiled. Sassy and Jewels chuckled and giggled all the way to the car.
    Today was a better day, thought Jewels. This was just what she had needed, something to take her mind off of yesterday and her new guest back at her place. She had just