Not Just A Prostitute Fling (Lil Wayne)
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Lil' Wayne
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,573
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
McDonald's
**I haven't written for years, so treat this like a first story, and PLEASE review.. although it's all good.**
"Bitch, get up!" Kat rubbed her eyes, looking around the dim room, confused for a moment. She was dreaming she was back at home, back with her mother. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she couldn't tell if it were relief to be awake or not.
Mike was glaring down at her, his eyes dark and bloodshot.
'How did I end up working for a crackhead pimp, anyway?' she asked herself as she quickly stood up. Mike forced her to wear as little clothes as necessary, which, around the house, was nothing. Her full breasts, D's, she was sure, were sore from last night's work. She didn't know her cup size, for sure, because she hadn't worn a bra since she was 14. Mike had always told her he would not stand for her wearing a bra. At first he said it was because she was too beautiful to be bound, but it quickly changed to 'cuz he said so.
"Don't you see it's almost night? You still gotta shower and shit. Get busy."
Kat was clean, with her long red hair tied back in a messy bun, wearing her "work clothes" in under 15 minutes. The water was cold, and so were the looks Mike gave her as she dressed.
"I don't feel like driving, so put on your wedges. I hate it when you get blisters, you whine-ass bitch," Mike growled from the couch, his crack pipe in his hand.
"Don't come home without a G, or you won't live to see morning light..." were his parting words.
As Kat walked down the alley that led to the rundown house she called home, she recalled how she got into this situation.
---I just turned 14, finally I can get a job and get away from mother. I wish she would stop hitting me. She left a bruise on my face this time. I have to wear so much makeup to cover it up. Hopefully I can get a job at McDonald's---
Kat thought back to the day she went in for an application. There was a boy there who was so cute, Kat almost walked back out. Her face turned bright red, and she ducked her head. She spoke to a manager, who helped her fill out the application, and asked her a few questions. When they were finished, Kat got up to leave, and saw that the boy was still there, watching her.
"Hey, I'm Mike..Who are you?" He asked. She answered. He invited her to sit. They talked for hours, before Kat looked and the clocked and cussed.
"Fuck, I gotta GO!" she said, gathering up her coat and rushing out the door. It was late, and cold. The only things she heard for a few minutes were the sounds of her breath and her feet smacking the pavement as they hit the pavement. Soon, though, she heard a car behind her.
"Hey, Kat, where ya going?" he asked. She stopped, told him the story, and asked for a ride.
"You know what? FUCK your mom, you deserve better. I got my own place, come stay with me." Kat couldn't believe her ears, she was saved! She stayed at his house that night, and the next day, after school (Mike insisted she graduate) she snuck into her mother's house and got as many of her belongings as she could before she was too scared to stay. Her mother was never gone for more than an hour.
As Kat walked down the street, reflecting on her past, tears streamed down her face.
*Ok, first chapter, let me know what yall think.*
"Bitch, get up!" Kat rubbed her eyes, looking around the dim room, confused for a moment. She was dreaming she was back at home, back with her mother. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she couldn't tell if it were relief to be awake or not.
Mike was glaring down at her, his eyes dark and bloodshot.
'How did I end up working for a crackhead pimp, anyway?' she asked herself as she quickly stood up. Mike forced her to wear as little clothes as necessary, which, around the house, was nothing. Her full breasts, D's, she was sure, were sore from last night's work. She didn't know her cup size, for sure, because she hadn't worn a bra since she was 14. Mike had always told her he would not stand for her wearing a bra. At first he said it was because she was too beautiful to be bound, but it quickly changed to 'cuz he said so.
"Don't you see it's almost night? You still gotta shower and shit. Get busy."
Kat was clean, with her long red hair tied back in a messy bun, wearing her "work clothes" in under 15 minutes. The water was cold, and so were the looks Mike gave her as she dressed.
"I don't feel like driving, so put on your wedges. I hate it when you get blisters, you whine-ass bitch," Mike growled from the couch, his crack pipe in his hand.
"Don't come home without a G, or you won't live to see morning light..." were his parting words.
As Kat walked down the alley that led to the rundown house she called home, she recalled how she got into this situation.
---I just turned 14, finally I can get a job and get away from mother. I wish she would stop hitting me. She left a bruise on my face this time. I have to wear so much makeup to cover it up. Hopefully I can get a job at McDonald's---
Kat thought back to the day she went in for an application. There was a boy there who was so cute, Kat almost walked back out. Her face turned bright red, and she ducked her head. She spoke to a manager, who helped her fill out the application, and asked her a few questions. When they were finished, Kat got up to leave, and saw that the boy was still there, watching her.
"Hey, I'm Mike..Who are you?" He asked. She answered. He invited her to sit. They talked for hours, before Kat looked and the clocked and cussed.
"Fuck, I gotta GO!" she said, gathering up her coat and rushing out the door. It was late, and cold. The only things she heard for a few minutes were the sounds of her breath and her feet smacking the pavement as they hit the pavement. Soon, though, she heard a car behind her.
"Hey, Kat, where ya going?" he asked. She stopped, told him the story, and asked for a ride.
"You know what? FUCK your mom, you deserve better. I got my own place, come stay with me." Kat couldn't believe her ears, she was saved! She stayed at his house that night, and the next day, after school (Mike insisted she graduate) she snuck into her mother's house and got as many of her belongings as she could before she was too scared to stay. Her mother was never gone for more than an hour.
As Kat walked down the street, reflecting on her past, tears streamed down her face.
*Ok, first chapter, let me know what yall think.*