Drillmington: That Kind of Deal

She looked outside the window and hummed. Birds sang their sweet song as she rubbed. She cooed, too. TSL snored. She rubbed. Her body shook like she had the chills. Then, she relaxed. A yawn rose up in her throat. She sighed. She sprang from the bed completely naked and showered.

Clothed, Julisia walked downstairs to the table and looked at figures on her phone.

“Babe?”

She heard the faintest bit of snoring.

“Babe!”

“What? Shit! What do you want, Ju?”

“I want to make sure you get your money.”

Showered and dressed, TSL also went to the table.

“It says here that you’re going to be paid in full, no taxes. How can that be?”

“Maybe they lifted the income tax.”

“That would’ve been splashed all over the news. It’s got to be the venue. I mean it’s obviously good news.”

“I’d say.”

“But how do we get to do the venue again and still expand. Not everyone is going to be as accommodating,” Julisia pointed out.

“Of course, of course.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We are going to look at all of this as an earthly sign that things are turning in our favor. All we have to do is continue going on this pathway towards getting this money, and we’ll be alright.”

“I wish it was that easy. It’s a minefield of different concert halls and I don’t know what to do. I would have to call each one in advance and ask them if they’re taxing you. This may be one of the tax free shopping states, but there is no guarantee that there will be a uniform, across the board respect for no taxes on the payment. They must pay up front in order to issue that kind of deal.”

“I would suspect. They must prepare for people to get on stage and the go home with a bundle. This is actually a good thing. Why are you worried?”

“I have to keep track of every expense. We don’t have to pay for our informant services because the taxes are paid by the state. But with the entertainment, we’re going to have to focus on grabbing every single coin and really squeezing the eagle on every turn.”

“I know that it is possible for us both to make this money through the power of our own effort. You’re the best womanager I’ve ever encountered.”

“And you’re just the best.”

“I know.”

Julisia looked at TSL for a long time. She began to hum a little ditty. She started from the beginning and it grew louder. She found his neck and kissed it. Then, she backed away and grabbed her phone.

“I think we should keep with the same plan,” TSL said with authority. Julisia turned around. Her face looked cross.

“I just got done…I get it. You want control. I understand that. We’re going to have to have a business relationship separate from our romantic one.”

“I agree.”

“Okay then.”

She walked over to him and looked in his eyes. Her glacial eyes and her stare should have chilled him. He felt warm. He felt like this was a chance for them both to be one.

“You say—” she started.

“I say we just look at picking up the house. We’ve got the cars. We have a driver and a chef. We’re making great money. Let’s keep this thing flowing,” TSL said.

“Okay.” It was like a stab that didn’t create a wound. Top shelf felt no pain as he continued with his sense that he knew what he was saying. He had to if he wanted to continue being the hottest rapper and the best snitch in Delaware.