switch my act up,” she said.
Later that night Blaze took his bitches to the concrete. The four girls in his stable were the fliest out on the hoe stroll. You would have thought they had just stepped off of a flight from Hollywood or something. They were definitely super official! When Blaze and his girls stepped out they shut the city down making a major impression. Blaze always encouraged his girls to make all they could make in one night. The more they made, the bigger their allowance would be.
Candy and Dottie stood on the corner inches away from three other hoes that they were familiar with.
“I hope these bitches ain’t out here bear backing and sucking and fucking for $50 bucks tonight,” Dottie said, sucking her teeth.
Candy shook her head in agreement. “These cheap whores killing the game.”
The chicks they were talking about were some renegade hoes. They didn’t know better; they had no guidance at all. Sunday through Thursday some of the pimps allowed for the renegades to work the blade, only because they had their girls working the phones or off in a bigger city. During the weekend it there was chaos because if you weren’t with no pimp then you weren’t standing on the corner next to a certified hoe.
Candy and Dottie grilled the chicks up and down. The girls returned the gesture and it was an ice grilling war for the next few minutes.
“See, Daddy needs to run these dusty hoes off the stroll,” Dottie whined, watching one of the girls get into the car with a trick that had just turned her down because she charged too much. The renegade happily switched her tail over to the car to sell herself for $200 cheaper.
Candy walked to the end of the block and watched the ongoing traffic that was held up at the light across from her. She was going to go catch her a trick and then head off to some local club, party the night away, and then meet Blaze back at the house by morning. She planned to tell him that she’d had an all-nighter and break him off with some of her proceeds from the club. She even thought about stopping at the mall and picking her daughter up a few items. She had everything all planned out and according to her strategy she was sure that everything was going to work out just fine.
When the light turned green Candy turned around lifting her skirt up in the air and smacking her bare ass. That did the trick. Cars piled up on the side of the road. The temptation was unreasonable. Candy was about to turn non-tricks into her number one money resource.
Candy handpicked who she wanted to go with, choosing who ever looked like they had the most money and the smallest package. She didn’t have time for making love. She needed to make a few quick bucks and head to the club.
“Dottie, come over here and get some of this money!” Candy yelled.
The men were gawking like they were in a candy shop. Instead they were on a hoe stroll filled with sweet, ready to do anything if the price was right hoes.
Dottie rushed over to where Candy was. She had to make something shake. She didn’t have a penny to her name. She pulled her skirt up thigh high, showing off her thick thighs. “Hey fellas.” Dottie decided to talk to African American men that were dressed in suits and ties. She figured that they were some sort of business executives who had just gotten off work. Their demeanor screamed money and their eyes lit up with pure lust once Dottie appeared next to the passenger side door. She leaned in the car, causing her super delicious looking C-cup breasts to rest on the door panel. After a few minutes of discussion and receiving her funds up front, Dottie got in the car and the trio pulled off to go enjoy a few minutes of heaven.
Candy turned her nose up as she watched Dottie pull off. The two men had been her first thought but Dottie got to them faster. She walked up to a Dodge Ram pickup truck. Inside was an older white man. Ugh, I don’t feel like dealing with this fat ass motherfucker. I
Later that night Blaze took his bitches to the concrete. The four girls in his stable were the fliest out on the hoe stroll. You would have thought they had just stepped off of a flight from Hollywood or something. They were definitely super official! When Blaze and his girls stepped out they shut the city down making a major impression. Blaze always encouraged his girls to make all they could make in one night. The more they made, the bigger their allowance would be.
Candy and Dottie stood on the corner inches away from three other hoes that they were familiar with.
“I hope these bitches ain’t out here bear backing and sucking and fucking for $50 bucks tonight,” Dottie said, sucking her teeth.
Candy shook her head in agreement. “These cheap whores killing the game.”
The chicks they were talking about were some renegade hoes. They didn’t know better; they had no guidance at all. Sunday through Thursday some of the pimps allowed for the renegades to work the blade, only because they had their girls working the phones or off in a bigger city. During the weekend it there was chaos because if you weren’t with no pimp then you weren’t standing on the corner next to a certified hoe.
Candy and Dottie grilled the chicks up and down. The girls returned the gesture and it was an ice grilling war for the next few minutes.
“See, Daddy needs to run these dusty hoes off the stroll,” Dottie whined, watching one of the girls get into the car with a trick that had just turned her down because she charged too much. The renegade happily switched her tail over to the car to sell herself for $200 cheaper.
Candy walked to the end of the block and watched the ongoing traffic that was held up at the light across from her. She was going to go catch her a trick and then head off to some local club, party the night away, and then meet Blaze back at the house by morning. She planned to tell him that she’d had an all-nighter and break him off with some of her proceeds from the club. She even thought about stopping at the mall and picking her daughter up a few items. She had everything all planned out and according to her strategy she was sure that everything was going to work out just fine.
When the light turned green Candy turned around lifting her skirt up in the air and smacking her bare ass. That did the trick. Cars piled up on the side of the road. The temptation was unreasonable. Candy was about to turn non-tricks into her number one money resource.
Candy handpicked who she wanted to go with, choosing who ever looked like they had the most money and the smallest package. She didn’t have time for making love. She needed to make a few quick bucks and head to the club.
“Dottie, come over here and get some of this money!” Candy yelled.
The men were gawking like they were in a candy shop. Instead they were on a hoe stroll filled with sweet, ready to do anything if the price was right hoes.
Dottie rushed over to where Candy was. She had to make something shake. She didn’t have a penny to her name. She pulled her skirt up thigh high, showing off her thick thighs. “Hey fellas.” Dottie decided to talk to African American men that were dressed in suits and ties. She figured that they were some sort of business executives who had just gotten off work. Their demeanor screamed money and their eyes lit up with pure lust once Dottie appeared next to the passenger side door. She leaned in the car, causing her super delicious looking C-cup breasts to rest on the door panel. After a few minutes of discussion and receiving her funds up front, Dottie got in the car and the trio pulled off to go enjoy a few minutes of heaven.
Candy turned her nose up as she watched Dottie pull off. The two men had been her first thought but Dottie got to them faster. She walked up to a Dodge Ram pickup truck. Inside was an older white man. Ugh, I don’t feel like dealing with this fat ass motherfucker. I
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