prettier. I bet I could be in a
video, Desiree thought, full of
ambition. Shit! I can flow better than
these girls too. That new chick Trina is from right here. She used
to dance at the Lex too. If she can make it, I can make
it.
"Ginny!" Desiree yelled to Ginger, who
was making her famous spaghetti sauce. Desiree was getting hungry
from the smell of the meat sauteing with onion, garlic, and green
pepper. Ginger came running out holding a spoon dripping with
tomato sauce.
"What, girl?" Ginger frowned at
Desiree. "You know I'm trying to hook up this sauce!"
"I wanna be in videos." Desiree stated
her wish simple and plain, as if Ginger could snap her fingers and
make it happen. That was how Ginger operated on so many levels, so
it didn't seem out of the ordinary.
"Okay." Ginger rolled her
eyes.
"I'm serious!" Desiree peeled herself
from her position on the couch with a little help from Ginger and
followed her into the kitchen. "Everyone is always asking me if I'm
a model anyway."
"Oh, I'm sure you'd have no problem
doing it, especially now." Ginger motioned toward Desiree's
enhanced cleavage. "But are you sure you want to?"
"Sure." Desiree shrugged. "You deal
with models for your Web site all the time. Maybe I could work for
you." Desiree was eager.
"I don't think so. If you want to
model, get an agent. If you want to do porn, fuck with me, because
that's the kind of modeling on the Web that my girls deal with."
Ginger stirred the bubbling pot of sauce on the stove.
"Well, I'm just trying to get paid!"
Desiree didn't care what kind of modeling she did; she just knew
that it would be cool for men to open a magazine or turn on the TV
and see her looking sexy and tempting.
"Nah, kid. I ain't even gonna put you
onto that. You can do better," Ginger said.
"I don't see why not. I dance. I date.
You don't have a problem with that. But whenever I ask you to put
me down with your business, you say no."
"No, you don't have a problem with
that. I don't
think it's what you should be doing, but who am I to knock your
hustle? You gotta earn like everyone else. But you're like a little
sister to me, and would I want my little sister doing this, any of
this? No. I wouldn't want my little sister modeling, because that
world can be just as bad as dancing, and in some ways worse. I
think you should be making some kind of plans for your future, your
education. You're a smart girl, I can tell. You catch on to shit
real quickly. So catch this..." Ginger's expression became dead
serious as she met Desiree's hazel eyes with her green contacts.
"This shit doesn't last forever, and even if it did, you'd get
tired of it." Ginger stood with her hands on her hips
authoritatively. Desiree eyed her and digested what she had been
told.
"But hey, you're a grown woman, little
sister or not." Ginger returned to her sauce and dismissed the
topic.
"Well, I see your point. But if I
could model, then I wouldn't have to date or dance or any of that
stuff. I could even be a rapper," Desiree added meekly. She'd never
shared her poetry and lyrics with anyone. But why should every
other girl out there be getting a piece of the pie when she could
be out doing the same thing?
"You wanna rap?" Ginger
smirked.
"It's not funny. I write shit all the
time. I know it's just as good as everyone else's stuff," Desiree
defended herself.
"Okay. I'm just surprised, that's all.
You write rhymes? Is that what you're doing when I see you
scribbling in your notebook?"
"Well, yeah," Desiree said sheepishly.
"Most of the time I just write little stuff, a line or two. But
I've got a few songs now. And I think they're pretty
good."
"I thought it was your diary or
something. I guess I don't really know you, baby girl. Well, if
you've got a dream, then go for it. I'm sure you can rap as well as
any of these other girls. You're prettier than all of them, that's
for sure." Ginger always found a way to encourage Desiree even if
she didn't agree with her plans.
"Well, that's why
video, Desiree thought, full of
ambition. Shit! I can flow better than
these girls too. That new chick Trina is from right here. She used
to dance at the Lex too. If she can make it, I can make
it.
"Ginny!" Desiree yelled to Ginger, who
was making her famous spaghetti sauce. Desiree was getting hungry
from the smell of the meat sauteing with onion, garlic, and green
pepper. Ginger came running out holding a spoon dripping with
tomato sauce.
"What, girl?" Ginger frowned at
Desiree. "You know I'm trying to hook up this sauce!"
"I wanna be in videos." Desiree stated
her wish simple and plain, as if Ginger could snap her fingers and
make it happen. That was how Ginger operated on so many levels, so
it didn't seem out of the ordinary.
"Okay." Ginger rolled her
eyes.
"I'm serious!" Desiree peeled herself
from her position on the couch with a little help from Ginger and
followed her into the kitchen. "Everyone is always asking me if I'm
a model anyway."
"Oh, I'm sure you'd have no problem
doing it, especially now." Ginger motioned toward Desiree's
enhanced cleavage. "But are you sure you want to?"
"Sure." Desiree shrugged. "You deal
with models for your Web site all the time. Maybe I could work for
you." Desiree was eager.
"I don't think so. If you want to
model, get an agent. If you want to do porn, fuck with me, because
that's the kind of modeling on the Web that my girls deal with."
Ginger stirred the bubbling pot of sauce on the stove.
"Well, I'm just trying to get paid!"
Desiree didn't care what kind of modeling she did; she just knew
that it would be cool for men to open a magazine or turn on the TV
and see her looking sexy and tempting.
"Nah, kid. I ain't even gonna put you
onto that. You can do better," Ginger said.
"I don't see why not. I dance. I date.
You don't have a problem with that. But whenever I ask you to put
me down with your business, you say no."
"No, you don't have a problem with
that. I don't
think it's what you should be doing, but who am I to knock your
hustle? You gotta earn like everyone else. But you're like a little
sister to me, and would I want my little sister doing this, any of
this? No. I wouldn't want my little sister modeling, because that
world can be just as bad as dancing, and in some ways worse. I
think you should be making some kind of plans for your future, your
education. You're a smart girl, I can tell. You catch on to shit
real quickly. So catch this..." Ginger's expression became dead
serious as she met Desiree's hazel eyes with her green contacts.
"This shit doesn't last forever, and even if it did, you'd get
tired of it." Ginger stood with her hands on her hips
authoritatively. Desiree eyed her and digested what she had been
told.
"But hey, you're a grown woman, little
sister or not." Ginger returned to her sauce and dismissed the
topic.
"Well, I see your point. But if I
could model, then I wouldn't have to date or dance or any of that
stuff. I could even be a rapper," Desiree added meekly. She'd never
shared her poetry and lyrics with anyone. But why should every
other girl out there be getting a piece of the pie when she could
be out doing the same thing?
"You wanna rap?" Ginger
smirked.
"It's not funny. I write shit all the
time. I know it's just as good as everyone else's stuff," Desiree
defended herself.
"Okay. I'm just surprised, that's all.
You write rhymes? Is that what you're doing when I see you
scribbling in your notebook?"
"Well, yeah," Desiree said sheepishly.
"Most of the time I just write little stuff, a line or two. But
I've got a few songs now. And I think they're pretty
good."
"I thought it was your diary or
something. I guess I don't really know you, baby girl. Well, if
you've got a dream, then go for it. I'm sure you can rap as well as
any of these other girls. You're prettier than all of them, that's
for sure." Ginger always found a way to encourage Desiree even if
she didn't agree with her plans.
"Well, that's why
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