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“What?!”
“She said it was a thousand an hour. The customer was only going to do two hours, but I got him to do four. That should have been four thousand to me, right?
“When we settled up, she was hugging me, kissing me, laughing… I looked at the money and it was all balled and twisted.
“I knew she didn’t get it that way from the customer. That’s what made me know that something was fucked up.
“She tried everything she could to walk away before I could count it all out, but I blocked her. You should have seen the look on her face when it only came out to two thousand.
“I’m like, where’s the rest? The bitch said that the other two were her tip.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, her fucking tip! I don’t mind tipping. I knew I had to give up something for the hook-up, but not fifty percent, Andre!”
“She knows better than that.”
“Then she tries to fuck with my head. Bitch tried to gaslight me, saying that she didn’t just say two thousand for her tip and that she said four hundred.
“I opened my hand, again showing her two thousand.
“She goes in her bra and pulls out the rest of the money. It’s all neat and faced, Andre. She counted out sixteen crisp hundred-dollar bills and shoved them to me.”
“Aw…”
“Bitch had the nerve to be pissed. Bitch is trying to steal my money, get caught, and now she’s mad?”
“Did anyone see this?”
“Everybody saw it! Girls were watching… The manager told me that he liked the way I stood up for myself and to never let anyone beat me out of my money.”
“I’m proud of you.”
Sway jumped into my lap, kissing my neck. She groped me, squeezing me tightly. She whispered into my ear. “Can I suck your dick tonight, daddy? I want some of that sweet cum in my mouth.
“I gotta go pee first. I’ll be right back.”
Sway took off to the bathroom.
Through the open door, I could hear the strong stream splashing in the bowl. A tearing of tissue was followed by a brief moment of silence.
As the water flushed, Sway made a beeline for the bed. “I’m tired.”
She clutched her pillow and grabbed at the covers, managing to pull them as far as her hip before her arm relaxed. She snored lightly.
After a long, hot shower, I’d turned off the TV and climbed into bed.
Sway was startled slightly, raising her head. “I love you, Andre.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
I placed a kiss on her cheek. She reached behind, touching my leg. I pulled her close, wrapping my arm around her.
HOME – 10:23 a.m.
I thought I was dreaming, but it was too real. The sensations were too strong.
I could feel a weight on me. I opened my eyes, fighting against the sunlight from the open curtains.
I focused… Sway’s beautiful eyes were looking up at me. She was face down on my pelvis. The entire length of my manhood was down her throat.
My orgasm was immediate. I jerked and shook, holding on to her shoulders as she emptied me.
“Mmm, yummy.”
Sway took off to the kitchen and began breakfast. “What do you want? Eggs? Bacon?”
I struggled. “Whatever, baby. Whatever you make is good.”
“Okay! Won’t be long!”
I took off to the bathroom. After a piss, I brushed my teeth.
After eating, we began a cash count. “That looks like a lot more than four thousand, Sway.”
“That’s from my stages and lap dances, too. I don’t know how much it is altogether… Count it. It’s yours.”
“It’s ours, Sway.”
“It’s yours right now. When you count it out, you decide what to give back to me and what you need to do with the rest.”
“I’m not a pimp…”
“If you tell me that one more time, Andre, I swear I’m going to fucking kill myself.”
“What the…?”
“No! I’m serious! This is a business, right?!”
“A…?”
“A business takes in profits. The CEO of that business, you, decides how the money is invested or spent in that business.
“You are the boss. You are the head of this house. You are the head of us, this family. All final decisions go through you.”
Sway walked away to the closet, slid into her slippers and a sweat jacket, and dashed out the door.
I walked to the window, watching and waiting.
Sway appeared. She walked a couple circles around the driveway before heading back.
I was standing when she came in. “I’m sorry, Andre.”
I opened my arms, taking her to my chest. “Nothing to be sorry about… You’re right. You’re one hundred percent right.”
“But I shouldn’t have acted like that.”
“You had to make your point…”
“I know, but…”
“Sway, I was never raised with any kind of structure. I never had parents. I’m still learning this shit, you know? I’ve never had an example. I’m just out here…”
“I hadn’t thought about that. You’re right, Andre… But together we can put all the pieces in place.”
“Yes, together we can.”
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