Chapter OneA Chapter by Monique NewsomeSitting here, wonder what the hell am I thinking. I want to make more money but working here at Mac Security Services isn't getting me anywhere. These bills are kicking my a*s up and down Washington D.C. Looking at the personals section on craigslist, I was my last resort. I guess!!!! "It wont be for too long" I told myself. I just needed some quick cash to help me to get what I need. Still looking through the personals section of craigslist, I ran across an escort service called Beauty Babes. It was a not that far from my N.W. DC home. I didn't see why not anyways. My face was pretty and body on point. I am 19 years old, dark brown skin with almond eyes, full thick lips, petite but thick in the rights places and 5 foot 4. Thinking about my life, I never thought I would be in this type of situation. Growing up in D.C. wasn't glamorous for me. I graduated from Eastern High School and decided to come out on my own. My grandmother Gina was a little worried about me but I told her that I wanted to move out on my own. Gina raised me since I was eight years old after my mother and father died in a accident. She is the mother on my mom side. Once I left and got my own place, I end up getting a job in security which is Mac Security. I love my job even tho I am unarmed. The bills are taking a toll on me being on my own and all. I know your wondering why I moved out so soon but its nothing like being independent. Anyways, I might just see how things go. Its worth the try. I then grabbed my phone and dialed the number. "Hello" a pleasant voice sang through the phone. "Hi!" I responded and then continued. "I ran into your ad on craigslist saying that your currently looking for girls" "Oh, yes! Can you hold please" the young girl asked before putting on hold. I just stared at the TV waiting patiently contemplating on hanging up but the young girl crept back in my ear. "Hello" she asked. Thinking I wasn't on the line. "I'm here" I said She said "Okay, do you think you can come here tomorrow morning?" I hesitated a bit but told her yes since I didn't have to be to work till three that evening. "What's your name and number?" she asked sounding like she was chewing gum. "Nicole and my number is 202-686-7333" "Okay! Do you know the address?" she asked. "I am looking at it online now." I said noticing I had a call on the other line. "Okay" the lady replied. "See you tomorrow then" I then hurried up and clicked over on the other line. "Hey gurl" I yelled into the phone. "What's up b***h" Londyn said yelling into the phone. She was so loud, motherfuckas in Japan could hear her. "S**t. Just called this escorting service. They want me to be there tomorrow morning". Not sure if I should have said anything. Londyn is one of my best friends from Park Road but sometimes she is too outspoken. "Damn, you was serious huh?" Sounding surprised. "Yea" I said sounding unsure. I then continued "It's now going to be for long". "B***h, your grandmother Gina is going to have a fit." "Only if your a*s don't tell her." already knowing she won't. She held on to some of the secrets I told her from back in elementary school. "Girl, you know I won't say nothing. And guess who I saw?" Londyn asked getting me worked up. "Who?" "Johnny" Johnny was a boy I had a crush on in high school but he never looked my way. He was real fine. He looked like Michael Ealy and very popular. Johnny was on the basketball team. "Foreal? I know he still is fine." I grinned from ear to ear. "S**t. That boy is strung out on crack." I froze for a minute and shook my head. "Damn, that s**t gets the best of use. Just another life wasted" Glad that I'm not into drugs. Londyn continued "I seen him outside of Murray's, looking dirty. He had copped a bag from Dee". Dee was a drug dealer from around the way. He use to hang with Johnny in high school but don't know how Johnny end up on drugs. "Wow" I said with shock tone. "Anyways" Londyn said changing the subject. "You want me to go with you tomorrow? You could just sell a couple of bags like I do?" I really didn't want to sell no type of drugs. "Yes, I really don't want to go by myself and no selling for me" I said shaking my head. "I don't even know why I asked. Well, just call me tomorrow morning and wake me up. Calvin coming over tonight and you know what that means. " she said yelling and screaming. Calvin is Londyn's on again, off again boyfriend for two years. He's a five years older then Londyn. She never liked boys her age anyways. "Why do you have to be so dramatic?" I asked. "Cause that's my boo" Londyn said then continued "I'll let you go and I'll talk to you later." "Okay" was my last words before hanging up. © 2017 Monique Newsome |
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Added on January 5, 2017 Last Updated on January 5, 2017 AuthorMonique NewsomeBaltimore, MDAboutI have the two hands that won't stop moving. From the look of things, I can use my pen as a weapon. #fact more..Writing
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