#Traffick'd

Nah nah, you ain't gotta do all that" I laughed, "my names Royaal with two a's". I walked into the room, she had already claimed the bed to the left.

"Well nice to meet you Royaal, let me move my shit up off your bed. You working at Cheetahs or Leopards?" she asked.

"I work at both but i'm working at Cheetah's tonight, how about you?", I placed my things down beside my bed, and began to unpack the basics.

"Me too, I work at both but i'm working at Cheetah's tonight. I was about to take a nap before you came." She hopped onto her bed and wiggled her way under the covers, "and i'ma still take one" she laughed.

"Yeah I was sleeping on the way here, so i'm up now, I'll probably go smoke or something. Are you from Toronto too?" I asked.

"Yeah, us Toronto girls love Windsor uh" she said just before she disappeared into her sleep.

It was about to be 3pm and I had 30 mins before I had to get ready. So I figured I might as well smoke then hop in the shower. I grabbed the pre-rolled spliff from out of my bag and looked towards French.

"Sorry to bug you shorty, but can I get the other key?" I whispered.

"Oh my bad bitch, it's on the dresser by my watch" she replied sleepily.

I grabbed my sweater and the other key off the dresser and headed down the stairs. I wanted to see who else was home. I gently knocked on the main floor's room door, but no one answered. I walked through the living room to the back of the house and into the kitchen. The kitchen resembled something out of an 90's reality show. The appliances were old and outdated, it was in need of a renovation. There was a door to the left that lead downstairs to the basement. I walked over and turn the handle, it was locked. Which meant there were girls downstairs, I wondered if I knew them. I headed back towards the front door, and went outside to light my spliff.

"Tonight's going to be a great night" I told myself as I sat on the patio chair. "I can feel it, ima make a lot of money". I usually do, whenever i'm in Windsor. One thing for certain out here, is that they love themselves a chocolate woman. I always have a good time and make a lot of money in Windsor, that's why I love coming here. From where I was standing you could see their other club Leopards. It was a one level, abandoned-ass-looking strip club, with a promotion sign that read, tuesdays and thursdays is half off steak. It was a regulars hotspot and a lowkey money-making gem.

I outed my spliff before taking one last look at the residential scenery and went back inside. I figured I might as well go shower now, while French is sleeping, she'll be up soon. I headed back upstairs to my room, grabbed my clothes and my shower bag and made my way to the washroom.

The washroom was small but it worked, I placed my shower bag on the counter and began to get ready for work. "I wonder if she has a pimp?" I thought to myself, as the hot water teased my skin. "I don't feel like she does though, but I could be wrong." One thing you learn in this game is how to spot a live bitch, live bitches are girl who have pimps. And live bitches usually only fuck with other live bitches. It's just how it goes, it's a lot easier to make friends with someone that plays by the same rules as you. You don't have to explain yourself or your circumstances, cause they're probably in something similar.

I finished up showering, did my make up and got out of the washroom. Needing the shower around these times is hell, because everyone is trying to get ready for work. I walked back upstairs to my room. French was up now and getting herself prepared to go take a shower.

"That nap saved me, I don't even know who I was before" she laughed as she was making up her bed.

"Yeah you were out, I was going to offer for you to come smoke, but I could tell you weren't getting up" I laughed back.

"Oh yeah, I gotta smoke after I get ready or else I won't get ready. I'll crawl back into that bed and fall right asleep, and now it's tomorrow".

"Felt" I laughed, even though I didn't really feel her. No matter what i'm feeling, I had to go to work if Pablo said so.

"You going in for 6pm too no?" she asked.

"Yeah" I replied back.

"Want to just ride together? I'll drive, I won't make you late I promise" she laughed, this girl was always laughing.

I ran over how Pablo would feel in my head, he'd definitely ask me if she's live or not. And he'd probably say there's no point cause he's just going to drive me. But I wouldn't mind just going with shorty, it's a lot easier cause I don't have to worry about getting caught jumping out his car.

"My man was going to drop me to work to be honest, buuut-" I said.

"Oh you got a niggggaaa uh, my baddd. I didn't think you were live" she said in a tone that was kind of surprising, I could hear the disappointment in it.

"Yeah girl, from your response I guess you don't" I chuckled awkwardly.

Her back was turned towards me, so I couldn't see the look she carried on her face, but I could feel her energy shift. "Don't and won't, renegade all the way till I die. That's just me though".

A "renegade" is like a derogatory term for girls who don't have pimps. Being a renegade isn't seen as a good thing, especially by pimps. You wanting to work for yourself, eliminates their whole position. Pimps are the natural predators to renegades, it's a mutual hate.

"I rate it, to each their own shorty, but yeah i'm down to ride with you, what time you trying to leave?" I asked.

"Ahh like 5:45pm, listen bishhh, make sure your nigga doesn't kill me cause I dropped your ass to work ey. I know how these things go" she said standing in the doorway.

I laughed, cause he really is like that, "obviously not! his ass will probably be happy cause now he can continue sleeping" I said as I grabbed my phone to text him.

"Mhhhmm, just make sure" she said as she disappeared down the stairs.

I had a feeling she was a renegade, she's too friendly to have a pimp. Pablo texted me back 100 and 1 questions before calling me to get the final clarification. I didn't tell him that she was a renegade, I knew he would worry and not want me to talk to her. That was the first time, I ever lied to Pablo. But it was for our own good, I didn't want a ear full and have bad vibes over nothing.

We were ready and out the house by 5:45pm and on our way to work. Cheetah's parking lot already had cars in it. We enter the multi-leveled strip club and headed to the office. Dan was sitting in his chair behind his desk counting money.

"Royaal baby, long time no see, how are you?" he asked as he got up and leaned in for a hug.

"Looking good as ever Dan, i'm good but you know I couldn't stay away too long", I hugged back.

"I see you came with trouble tonight" he said pointing at French and laughing.

"Hey! I brought her, so if anything trouble came with me. But you already know what it is when two baddies link up. MONEY! Anyways, you love me, so you'll never fire me Danny boy" she shouted as she walked away towards the change rooms.

There were customers at the tables and bar, which meant girls were making money, so we needed to get our asses on the floor. I decided to wear my pink sparkle tie up bodysuit, that made my ass look fantastic. French was strutting this sexy red micro two piece bikini, we looked good as shit. And the customers must've thought it too, cause as soon as we got to the bar the gentlemen didn't hesitate to offer us drinks and buy dances.

The night was going beautifully, French and I did a few double dances. We told a group of men that were sisters, each one wanted to take turns with us. It was around 10:30pm and I had made my way to the change room to freshen up and possibly change my outfit.

"What time you on bbg?", oddly enough I forgot I had to hit Pablo up, so his text threw me off at first.

"Hey baby, 6:00" I texted back, I was having such a good time I forgot I should've hit him up.

"Whooo's dat on time?! U ridin with shorty back to the spot or you want me to grab u?" he replied.

"Ima just get a ride with shorty, we working together tn" I text back.

"Aight mami, hit me up when you're leaving. Blu u".

"Aight, blu u too <3" I responded back, he seemed to also be in a good mood. I decided to switch to my red tie-up bodysuit to match French's outfit more. We were really killing this sister thing, we didn't even look alike. But it's very easy to manipulate white men like that, they think we all look the same to some degree. And we just say we have different dads, that's why she's lighter than me.

The club got busier and the rest of the night floated by. We ended up doing a few more doubles before being separated by our customers. I made around $1,100 not including having to pay my floor fee and DJ tip out.

I rushed to the change room to get a head start on getting ready, to my surprise French was already in there getting dressed.

"Just the bitch I wanted to see, how was your night?" she asked.

"It was good as fuck, how was yours? And you cool if I roll back with you?" I asked.

"I had a good night and it's not done yet, neither is yours cause these guys want to take us to the casino" she said excitedly as she jumped back into her civilian outfit.

"Ohhp! wait, right now?" I looked at her confused.

"Yes bitch, right now get ready, gambling on other people's dime is my second best skill" she laughed at my confusion. "You don't party after the club? Just tell your dad we're going home, he won't know any different" she winked, finished up getting ready and walked out of the change room.

The other strippers had entered the change room and were starting with their loud fuckery. I quickly picked up my phone and called Pablo.

"Hello" his stern raspy voice sounded melodic over the phone.

"Hey baby, i'm done i'm bout to go back to the spot" I said underneath the voices.

"It's so fucking hard to hear you, I hate drunk bitches man. You said you're leaving now?"

"Yeah i'm bout to get ready and get the fuck outta here. I'll hit you when I get inside." I said.

"Aight make sure, later" he hung up the phone. I made sure to call him now, cause I knew he'd be expecting one, and now I can text him later. I finished getting my stuff on, paid my $40 floor fee, $10 Dj tip out and headed towards the parking lot. French was by her car.

"We're going to meet them there, I don't want fast ass Dan or them bitches in my business. Your niggas good?" she asked as she placed her work bag in the back seat.

"Yeah I told him, i'ma hit him up when we get back to the house. I'm just going to send him a text when we get to Caesar's. I said as I jumped into the car.

"Aight coo" she muttered as she pulled out of the parking lot.

Caesar's was the biggest and best hotel in Windsor, because it had the casino and was right against the water so it faced Detroit. It was only 5 mins away from the strip club.

"There going to give us $200 to be their table guest, literally just sit at the table with them, be cute, make jokes, gamble a little and make them look like big spenders." French seemed to know what she's doing, meaning this wasn't her first time. I don't go out with tricks outside the club, somehow I felt she knew that. We pulled up to the light and made a right into the driveway of the hotel. A blue infinity was parked in front of us.

"Let me go ask them where they're going to park, one sec" she said before jumping out of the car and walking over to the driver side window of the infinity.

I decided to wait 15 more minute before texting Pablo, that we made it back to the house. I was looking at the blue infinity and French flirting with the driver. When I realized I recognized the gorgeous couple exiting the hotel. That petite build and long black hair, it was Ari and Pablo.

They walked down the steps towards the grey BMW with flashers on. Pablo opened the passenger door for Ari, then jumped into the driver side. He turned on the car, turned off the flashers and began to exit the driveway. It wasn't until they pulled off could I see the license plate, that read CLVO 647. I was paralyzed in my seat with emotions.

French at some point had walked back the car and was just about to open the door to hop back in.

"Did you just see that nigga, he was fine as fuck, good lord. Anyways aight, ima go park in visitors and then we're gonna meet them in the lobby. You texted homeboy you're home yet?" she said as she sat down in her seat.

"Yoooo, what's wrong?" she asked staring at my face.