Working Girls by Katt Page A

about making moves or actually make them. Never one to settle, Jewels felt this was the perfect arrangement. She had been raised and taught by the best. Her mother had always told her that a fair exchange was no robbery. Jewels had taken that to heart and had run with it. She specialized in providing a service where both parties were happy. Men got to fuck a bad bitch with no strings attached, and she got paid for letting them. In her and Sassy’s mind, this was a true win-win lifestyle for them.
    The waiter returned to the table with their drinks.
    Once he was gone, Sassy took a large sip from her glass.
    â€œSo what has been up?” Jewels asked.
    â€œNada. I have been maintaining. I have a new client, fine as hell, but a little on the weird side.”
    â€œWhy you say that?”
    â€œWell, he likes to hold a teddy bear and suck his thumb when I’m rocking the mic.” Sassy giggled at the thought.
    Jewels nearly spit her drink out as she busted out laughing.
    â€œWell, that’s nothing compared to the nasty muthafucka who likes for me to pee on his dick and after I do, you know, this weirdo actually cums,” Sassy continued.
    â€œEeew. Okay. I’ma need you to stop before I can’t eat.” Jewels held her stomach and frowned.
    â€œBitch, please. All them nasty motherfuckas you gotta deal with, it’s a miracle you don’t be having nightmares and shit every night.” Sassy chuckled.
    Had anybody else said that to her, Jewels would’ve taken offense, but she knew her girl meant no harm or disrespect. Ironically, that was what their conversations consisted of mostly whenever they got together. Besides, what Sassy had said was nothing but the truth. It was a blessing that Jewels was not haunted by some of the things she had been paid to do and, most recently, by the fate of the fat white man. Nope, Jewels slept like a baby and counted her money in her sleep. That was the game she played, and whoever tried to play it was subjected to what came with it. At least that was how she saw things.
    â€œTouché,” Jewels agreed with a smile.
    â€œYeah, I thought so.” Sassy returned her smile. “Besides, to pee on a nigga for five stacks . . . Shit, he can get TLC’s ‘Waterfalls.’” She doubled over at her own joke.
    Jewels joined her again in laughter. “Are you serious? No sex? Just straight urine?” she asked.
    â€œYup. Serious as a heart attack,” Sassy confirmed. “I just drink five gallons of water whenever I am planning to see him. His favorite color is red, so I make sure I have on some red lingerie while I do a striptease, and before I remove my thigh-high stockings, he’s begging and pleading for me to wet him.”
    The waiter returned with their food and placed their respective plates in front of them. They each flashed fake smiles and stopped speaking. Once the waiter was out of earshot, they resumed their conversation.
    Jewels broke the silence. “That’s crazy.”
    â€œYeah, tell me about it.”
    â€œSassy, could you pass the salt, please?”
    â€œSure. Here you go.”
    â€œAnd the pepper too, please. Thank you.”
    â€œDamn. Anything else?” Sassy complained jokingly.
    â€œShut the hell up.”
    â€œI’m serious. But what’s up with you, anyway?” Sassy said, changing the subject.
    Jewels’s whole demeanor changed. She was caught off guard by Sassy’s question. “What do you mean?” she asked defensively.
    â€œDamn. What the hell is wrong with you?” Sassy asked. She had noticed the change in Jewels.
    Bitch, you’re overreacting, Jewels told herself. “Nothing.” She managed to get the word out without her voice cracking.
    â€œOh.” Sassy looked at her oddly. “Sound like you was hiding some shit,” she asserted.
    Jewels knew she had to keep her cool. Sassy had known her long enough to know if something was