Not Just A Prostitute Fling (Lil Wayne)
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Lil' Wayne
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,572
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Forty-second and 9th
**No reviews but whatever, I am writing this as much for me as for you so enjoy. By the way, in the next chapter or two there will be some ULTRA sensitive material so please please be wary. I don't wanna upset anyone, but some of this story as to be realistic so don't hate me**
Kat finally reached the main street, and hailed a cab. She had on a long jacket, so that her outfit wasn't visible, yet.
"Forty-second and 9th, please," she murmured, pulling the cash out of her pocket, and clutching it tightly to her chest. Mike didn't allow her to keep money, only giving her the amount that was necessary for whatever task she was sent on. However, she did manage to get a little, by turning extra tricks after her quota was reached, or doing a little extra so they would pay more. Kat knew that if Mike ever found out, she would be in a worl of hurt, so she hid it as well as possible. Sometimes she hid it outside, under the porch, other times she hid it in the couch or in her mattress. It all depended on the weather and how sober Mike was.
As the cab hummed down the interstate, Kat's mind wandered back to those first weeks with Mike.
She lived comfortably with him, always eating what she wanted, when she wanted. He bought her nice clothes and jewelry. Naive to the world, Kat didn't understand how he could afford his apartment, not to mention all the things he bought for her. One day, however, she woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and heard Mike's voice, speaking in hushed tones. She tip-toed out to the kitchen, thinking to surprise him, and was surprised by what she saw. Mike and his best friend, Josh, were huddled over the table, a short stack of what looked like twenties on the table next to them. Josh shifted his chair to the side, and Kat was shocked. A white block about the size of a housing brick was on the table on a newspaper. Mike had an Xacto knife, and was carefully cutting a few cubes from it.
For the first few seconds, she was sure it was sugar. Then realization hit her - Mike was a drug dealer. Kat had heard about crack-cocaine in school, and knew it was a really bad drug. She also knew that since she had only known him a few weeks, and wasn't sure how he'd react if he caught her watching.
She quickly spun around, hoping to make it to her room before Mike noticed her. Unfortunately, she was too slow.
"C'mere, Kat," he said. She walked back to the kitchen, shuffling her feet. Her head was held down, and her hair hung in her face. She knew what was coming, if living with her mother taught her anything. As she approached Mike, she winced, waiting for the first of many blows.
"Honey, look at me," came a low murmur. She raised her head enough to make eye contact.
"Do you know what this is?" She nodded her head slowly. "So you understand how I make all this money, huh." It wasn't a question. "Well, thats awesome, now you can help transport."
Kat soon found out what he meant. That night, and every night for the next year or so, Kat rode with Mike or Josh when they made a run. These days were horrible, she had thought back then. Mike insisted she wear a mini skirt with no panties, so if the law came, she could hide the plastic=wrapped drug in a place the police couldn't search. A few times, when Mike had too many runs to make, he got pulled over for speeding. The police never found a thing.
These days ended slowly. Mike went from making runs 6 to 7 days a week, to make 4 to 5, then 1 to 2, then he only made runs when they needed money. His temper went downhill, and the food and gifts stopped coming. Often, Kat would find him sitting in his room with the lights off and the door shut, talking to himself. It didn't take too many of these times for her to start to panic.
On one of the few good days they had, Mike gave Kat some spending money, and told her to go buy something sexy at the mall for him. While she was wandering, she saw Josh. It had been at least a month since he'd come over. Kat rushed over to him, physically pulling him away from his friends.
"Josh," she whispered, glancing around, searching for Mike, "something's wrong with Mike. He's always mean, and sometimes we go days without food. Do you know what happened?"
"Dude, don't talk to me. Crackheads aren't worth my time," he said, ripping out of her grasp and turning away.
"BITCH!" came a low whisper. A tight, painful grip on her arm pulled her away, toward the restrooms. Mike shoved her into a family restroom, roughly, and pushed her down,
"You cheating on me!?" he yelled, unknowingly stopping a few passers-by on the outside. The looked at each other, and continued walking.
"What?" she asked, scared to the point of pissing herself. The warm stream flooded across the floor, reaching Mike's shoe. He didn't notice.
"You made me let you out of the house so you could sneak off and see Josh, didn't you? You stupid CUNT!" He punched her, but his aim was off so he only grazed her cheek. There was enough force behind it to knock her head back into the tiled wall. "I knew I couldn't trust you. Or him. You have been flirting with him all along, haven't you? I should never have let you live with me. It's your fault we're broke. Your fault I started smoking. You stressed me out so bad, bitch, and now I can't afford my apartment, or my drugs. I hate you. But thats ok.. Yeah, it's ok.."
Mike was pacing, murmuring under his breath. Kat didn't know what to expect next. Her skirt was soaked in now-cold piss, and she felt nauseous. This was worse than her mother had ever gotten.
"Miss, miss..." the cabby said, calling her out of her reverie. "Here we are."
She shoved the money in his hand and rushed out of the cab, shaking.
**Ok, there's chapter 2. Be warned, the next chapter will be worse. If anything here bothered you, don't read any more. Reviews are welcome.**
Kat finally reached the main street, and hailed a cab. She had on a long jacket, so that her outfit wasn't visible, yet.
"Forty-second and 9th, please," she murmured, pulling the cash out of her pocket, and clutching it tightly to her chest. Mike didn't allow her to keep money, only giving her the amount that was necessary for whatever task she was sent on. However, she did manage to get a little, by turning extra tricks after her quota was reached, or doing a little extra so they would pay more. Kat knew that if Mike ever found out, she would be in a worl of hurt, so she hid it as well as possible. Sometimes she hid it outside, under the porch, other times she hid it in the couch or in her mattress. It all depended on the weather and how sober Mike was.
As the cab hummed down the interstate, Kat's mind wandered back to those first weeks with Mike.
She lived comfortably with him, always eating what she wanted, when she wanted. He bought her nice clothes and jewelry. Naive to the world, Kat didn't understand how he could afford his apartment, not to mention all the things he bought for her. One day, however, she woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and heard Mike's voice, speaking in hushed tones. She tip-toed out to the kitchen, thinking to surprise him, and was surprised by what she saw. Mike and his best friend, Josh, were huddled over the table, a short stack of what looked like twenties on the table next to them. Josh shifted his chair to the side, and Kat was shocked. A white block about the size of a housing brick was on the table on a newspaper. Mike had an Xacto knife, and was carefully cutting a few cubes from it.
For the first few seconds, she was sure it was sugar. Then realization hit her - Mike was a drug dealer. Kat had heard about crack-cocaine in school, and knew it was a really bad drug. She also knew that since she had only known him a few weeks, and wasn't sure how he'd react if he caught her watching.
She quickly spun around, hoping to make it to her room before Mike noticed her. Unfortunately, she was too slow.
"C'mere, Kat," he said. She walked back to the kitchen, shuffling her feet. Her head was held down, and her hair hung in her face. She knew what was coming, if living with her mother taught her anything. As she approached Mike, she winced, waiting for the first of many blows.
"Honey, look at me," came a low murmur. She raised her head enough to make eye contact.
"Do you know what this is?" She nodded her head slowly. "So you understand how I make all this money, huh." It wasn't a question. "Well, thats awesome, now you can help transport."
Kat soon found out what he meant. That night, and every night for the next year or so, Kat rode with Mike or Josh when they made a run. These days were horrible, she had thought back then. Mike insisted she wear a mini skirt with no panties, so if the law came, she could hide the plastic=wrapped drug in a place the police couldn't search. A few times, when Mike had too many runs to make, he got pulled over for speeding. The police never found a thing.
These days ended slowly. Mike went from making runs 6 to 7 days a week, to make 4 to 5, then 1 to 2, then he only made runs when they needed money. His temper went downhill, and the food and gifts stopped coming. Often, Kat would find him sitting in his room with the lights off and the door shut, talking to himself. It didn't take too many of these times for her to start to panic.
On one of the few good days they had, Mike gave Kat some spending money, and told her to go buy something sexy at the mall for him. While she was wandering, she saw Josh. It had been at least a month since he'd come over. Kat rushed over to him, physically pulling him away from his friends.
"Josh," she whispered, glancing around, searching for Mike, "something's wrong with Mike. He's always mean, and sometimes we go days without food. Do you know what happened?"
"Dude, don't talk to me. Crackheads aren't worth my time," he said, ripping out of her grasp and turning away.
"BITCH!" came a low whisper. A tight, painful grip on her arm pulled her away, toward the restrooms. Mike shoved her into a family restroom, roughly, and pushed her down,
"You cheating on me!?" he yelled, unknowingly stopping a few passers-by on the outside. The looked at each other, and continued walking.
"What?" she asked, scared to the point of pissing herself. The warm stream flooded across the floor, reaching Mike's shoe. He didn't notice.
"You made me let you out of the house so you could sneak off and see Josh, didn't you? You stupid CUNT!" He punched her, but his aim was off so he only grazed her cheek. There was enough force behind it to knock her head back into the tiled wall. "I knew I couldn't trust you. Or him. You have been flirting with him all along, haven't you? I should never have let you live with me. It's your fault we're broke. Your fault I started smoking. You stressed me out so bad, bitch, and now I can't afford my apartment, or my drugs. I hate you. But thats ok.. Yeah, it's ok.."
Mike was pacing, murmuring under his breath. Kat didn't know what to expect next. Her skirt was soaked in now-cold piss, and she felt nauseous. This was worse than her mother had ever gotten.
"Miss, miss..." the cabby said, calling her out of her reverie. "Here we are."
She shoved the money in his hand and rushed out of the cab, shaking.
**Ok, there's chapter 2. Be warned, the next chapter will be worse. If anything here bothered you, don't read any more. Reviews are welcome.**