Lovely Vines. Tondria Leatrice
said, “If we keep flipping these properties, we’ll be needing more staff. Bro tried to go around his slumber party in the car.”
Skunk said, “Adana’s a sweetie! What’s so funny?”
Merch said, “When Pops get home, he can finish where he left off.”
Isaiah said, “He can’t be on that street shit with Uncle Swen anymore.”
Merch said, “You think Pops just gonna stop his business with Unc like that? Basketball fame or not.”
Isaiah said, “Pops don’t have to lift another finger anymore.”
Skunk said, “You know Pops always took to the streets. He always took care of the home, and never played about his paper.”
Ishmael said, “He always told us. Never trust another man to your finances or your home.”
Isaiah said, “Damn right! Bitches too! His words, not mine.”
Skunk said, “We know you love women enough not to disrespect them.”
Ishmael said, “It’s to each’s own on that bitch shit! What’s up with our father?”
Merch said, “Pops’s friendship with Swen is way stronger than the streets. He’s not going for this property shit.”
Isaiah said, “Well. That hustle helped us out with all these families we’re taking care of, and not to mention the females. Let’s put them to work.”
Skunk said, “Have y’all ladies ever poured you a drink?”
Isaiah said, “Where did that come from? Mines gonna do all that, and more.”
Merch said, “Bro, we need to hurry up! I need to run. All mines do except for Queen.”
Ishmael said, “When we got signed, Dad left the streets alone. The side hustles are good for our family. Let’s see if Swen will get into business to persuade Pops.”
Merch said, “Swen is a hustler for life.”
Isaiah said, “Well, my brothers, I have to run.”
Skunk said, “Hold on! You’re always the last one here. Now you’re leaving before us?”
Ishmael said, “Hurry up and go if it concerns some pussy.”
Isaiah said, “I don’t see anything funny. I’m out! Love y’all. Oh, Skunk? You should talk to Ishmael about women and pouring drinks.”
Ishmael said, “Come on, bro! You know that’s a must, dealing with me. There’s nothing wrong with an obedient woman. Plus, they’re hard to find these days.”
*****
Isaiah arrived at the beachfront early so he could have everything arranged to his liking. He waited for her at the bar and had a few drinks until she came.
He had the waitress walk her to their table to be seated as he watched one of the most beautiful woman he ever saw approach gracefully.
Isaiah didn’t ask any questions at first. He just sat there staring into her face as she looked at her phone giggling and answering text. He didn’t want to come across rude, so he just sipped his drink and waited to see if she had any questions for him.
After ten minutes had passed, the waitress came with their appetizers, and she still had nothing to say.
He wanted to hear this jazzy mouth everyone talked of and, most importantly, her speech skills. He decided to break the ice and say something because she didn’t thank the waitress, and it made him mad.
Isaiah said, “Put your phone down, Samaya!”
Samaya said, “Excuse me? You’re not saying shit!”
Isaiah said, “You heard me! While you’re with me, we talk, communicate, and find things out about each other. Put your phone down! Thanks.”
Samaya said, “What do you want to know? You know, I shake my ass already.”
Isaiah said, “Lift your head, beautiful! Look at me when you talk to me. Just how you looked at the picture, you liked on Lovely Vines.”
Samaya said, “Look. Look. Look. You liked mines also, then showed up at my job.”
Isaiah said, “There we go! We’re communicating now. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Samaya said, “You’re funny, huh? What do you want from me, Sai?”
Isaiah said, “Now we’re getting somewhere. I want you, Samaya. To know everything about you.”
Samaya said, “Just like all the other men wanting to get in my panties? I don’t have time for that right now. My money comes first.”
Isaiah chuckled, knowing damn well she needed some dick the way she was twerking in his face at the club.
Isaiah said, “Samaya? We were created to want each other. What man wouldn’t want a beautiful woman like you? Explain to me. Where’s the hostility towards men coming from?”
Samaya said, “I’m not giving my virginity away until I’m ready. I run into rude men all the time. Nothing personal. Why are you acting all proper and shit?”
Isaiah said, “I’m not acting shit! I was raised to respect women and people until my boundaries are overstepped. You’re uptight, I see, for?”
Samaya said, “Almost time for me to go to work. Can’t miss my money.”
Isaiah said, “Look at me, Samaya, and breathe. Relax your mind for a moment, then realize everybody is not out to harm you or prevent you from getting money, baby girl. How much money would you make tonight that has you this uptight? Besides, money shouldn’t ever take over your feelings. That shit come and go.”
Samaya said, “Oh, wow! On a slow night, I’ve made over five stacks. On a good night, you should know, since you’re one of my first-time good tippers.”
Isaiah stood up and walked over to her holding his hand out. “Come on,” he said. When she placed her hand in his, for some reason, he knew she was obedient and he liked it.
“Jump on my back! Here, wrap your legs around me,” Isaiah said. He gripped her legs then ran off through the sand and water up and down the shore.
He heard her giggling, and he knew to keep it up and let her see that he was serious about her.
She wasn’t thinking about money or work at the time. She was enjoying his smell, and how this giant man just swept her up off the earth, making her feel secure.
Samaya said, “Oh my gosh! My clothes and hair are all wet.”
Isaiah said, “Let me wrap this blanket around you. Would you like another drink?”
Samaya said, “Something to keep me warm, please. I’m late for work, Sai.”
Isaiah said, “You’re not dancing anymore. Thought I told you that? Follow me to the car for a moment.”
Samaya said, “Really, Sai? What’s up with you? Who are you? What do you want from me?”
What the fuck? Samaya mumbled with her hands on her hips, trying not to notice her pussy was wet as fuck from playing like a big kid.
She knew if she’d taken the money, he’d have his way, and deep down, her uterus screamed at her to take it. She thought about walking away, but she’d be a dummy to walk away from a stack of hundreds, knowing there was more to come.
Isaiah said, “Time will tell. Just take the damn money, and quit asking questions.”
Samaya said, “Thank you. Do you want a lap dance? Where you get money to give away?”
Isaiah said, “Welcome. No lap dance needed right now. My money and finances are my business, and I think your time is money, as mine is.”