Resurrection by Treasure Hernandez Page A

at her like she was crazy.
    â€œWhat?” Halleigh asked.
    â€œGirl, you better go back over there and make that money,” Mimi stated. She glanced back at the group of dudes. “I’m trying to get down too. Them niggas is crazy paid. So go on and hook it up.” Mimi gave her a light shove.
    Halleigh strutted back over to the group of dudes. “You checking for me?” she asked the guy that had called out to her.
    He grabbed her hand and held it above her head as he watched her step in a full circle, her juicy ass cheeks shifting from side to side as she turned around.
    â€œWhat’s your name, ma?”
    Before Halleigh could respond, Mimi cut in, “What’s your government? You all into my girl shit. How about you let her know who you are and what you’re about. Then she’ll decide if you worth fucking with.” Mimi was arrogant and smart-mouthed, but her looks allowed her to be.
    The dude smiled and rubbed his goatee as he looked at the two young girls in front of him. He figured they had to be only 17 or 18. He was 26, but he loved young pussy. “Chill, shorty. I’m Mitch,” he stated.
    â€œWell, what’s up? What you working with?” Mimi asked, her arched eyebrows raised in suspense.
    â€œDamn! What are you, her pimp or something? Can I kick it to your girl for a minute?” he asked politely, though irritated.
    â€œDo you, baby. All I’m saying is, time is money, ya feel me?” she replied as she rubbed her fingers together as if she were flipping through bills.
    â€œFor real? Y’all getting down like that? You mean all I got to do is pay for this pussy?” he asked in disbelief as he stared at Halleigh.
    Halleigh’s heart was beating out of her chest.
    Mimi nudged her. “That’s all it takes,” she responded in an embarrassed whisper.
    â€œShit, take a walk with me then, shorty,” he said as he grabbed her hand.
    Before she walked away, Mimi grabbed her hand and whispered, “Get the money first.”
    Halleigh nodded, and then she followed him to a ’07 Cadillac Deville.
    He opened the door for her. “Get in,” he stated.
    â€œYou got the cash?” she asked, nervously looking around.
    â€œHow much you taxing?” he asked. He couldn’t believe that the gorgeous young girl in front of him was tricking.
    How much am I supposed to charge this nigga? she thought. “Two fifty,” she stated, hoping that she didn’t short-change herself.
    He pulled out three hundred-dollar bills and handed them to her. She got into the car and felt her chest heave up and down as the small space became hot. Her hands began to sweat when she felt Mitch put his tongue on her neck.
    â€œCome here, ma. Why you all over there?” he asked as he pulled out his manhood.
    Just do it. Close your eyes and do what you got to do, she thought as she unbuttoned her shorts and eased out of them. She straddled him and grinded her hips as he touched her breasts, squeezing them a little bit too hard.
    He slid her thong to the side, pulled out a condom, and slid it onto his throbbing dick.
    Halleigh looked down at it. He was a decent size. He wasn’t any bigger than Manolo, and she was grateful, because she didn’t want it to hurt. She felt as if she were selling her soul to the devil when he put himself inside of her.
    â€œShit, ma, you a virgin?” he asked when he felt her tight walls. She gripped him, and he loved the way the inside of her felt.
    A tear fell from her eyes as she stared out of the rear windshield and rode his dick at the same time.
    â€œDamn, ma, you working it. Umm,” he stated as she performed her new job.
    Halleigh couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought.
    When he finally came, she got off of him, wiped her eyes, put her shorts back on, and quickly exited the vehicle.

    Halleigh snapped back into