#Traffick'd

I guess I looked like I wanted to throw up, because she backed away from me a little.

"Are you okay?" she asked confused.

"That was my fucking man", I began to raise my voice and tear up. "I knew he was fucking that dumb bitch! I fucking knew it!", I shouted.

My rage was concealed from the public's eyes by French's tinted windows and the music coming from the car's speakers. But it was completely out in the open and on display for French to see; I was unravelling.

"Wait, the fine ass nigga walking with the pretty bitch was your nigga?!?" she threw her hands over her mouth, as if she was trying to suck the words back in.

"Whaaaat is going on?", she rubbed her eyebrows and closed her eyes.

"This bitch told me you know, she told me she was his bottom bitch. And I didn't listen, this nigga looked me in my face and lied to me". My effort to fight back tears wasn't going to hold out for much longer. A large lump came and sat in the middle of my throat, my heart was racing, my mouth got dry and tingly.

"Wait, what the fuck do you mean she told you? You guys met before? Girl, i'm so confused. What's happening?", she said in defeat. She clearly didn't want t0 play Nancy Drew right now.

I took a deep breath and tried to gather myself as much as possible before I gave her a recount of what happened.

"Just before I came here, I bumped into this bitch at Atlantis, I didn't know about her. I still don't know exactly how we both ended up working at the same time. But whatever, she friended me up and tells me about her nigga and shit. And how she's leaving early to go out with him. And how he lets her work day shift and all this shit. Anyways, we become friends-ish and she ask me for my snap. I put it in her phone and then I see that her wallpaper is Pablo hand holding money, so I check her. She tells me how that's her man, she his bottom bitch and shit".

French's eyes were wide open, it looked like she seen a ghost. "And how she's going to call him and talk to him about it, so i'm like bet. This man hits ME UP and tells me not to worry, she's his old crazy working ting. But she doesn't work for him anymore, and how she's just jealous of me and just bare garbage. The man said he's going on road for business, but I bet he went to see her.

I had to laugh, cause if I didn't laugh i'd cry or worse. French looked like someone force fed her a jean jacket.

"I'm so sorry Royaal, honestly-", she pulled out her phone from her pocket. "It's the tricks, okay baby I know this is the shittest and craziest shit in the world right now. And it's sounding like this bitch set all of this up. And I hope one day you can look back at this and know what i'm bout to say is with love. But, you have to get it the fuck together Royaal. Right now too, unless you are leaving that man right this second. Which you are not, you gotta toss those feelings to the side and get this money girl. You do not need him, he was an oversized wallet holding your money. Bad bitches don't need pimps and you're definitely a bad bitch. That's why you're in my car, so wipe your face, fix your make up and your hair. We're going to go upstairs and be the best table guest. We're going to get this money, you're going to pocket it and not tell your man, then we'll leave, go back to the house and make a plan. Okay?".

Her words were precise, heavy and filled with nothing but love and facts. I wasn't going to leave him right now, I literally couldn't, he had all the money. In hindsight, he always made sure I saw the money in the account and always had a few hundred on hand. I guess so I would feel like I was involved with the money. But I never really had access to it, if I needed something i'd just ask him and he'd either buy it or give me two times the amount to buy it. But I never pulled money out of the accounts and I also never stashed any away. Everything I made, every night I worked, i'd give it all to him and he'd delegate it from there. So I was stuck anyways until I was able to save up.

It felt like in a matter of minutes my entire life was upside down, again. French was right, I had to get it together. I especially needed the money now, that I was trying to escape. And I say escape because, you don't just leave your pimp, you can't. In order to get with a pimp, they have to choose you, if you choose them, you have to pay him a choose up fee. And if you want to leave that pimp, you have to also pay him a charge. The amount of the charge is determined by the pimp and how valuable you are to him. If you're really brave you can make another pimp buy you out, from your pimp. Either way, there's no easy coming and going.

I cleared my throat of the large lump, and pulled down the mirror to fix my myself. "No you're right, I need to get it together. Fuck this nigga, let's go get this money. He's playing the right game, with the wrong fucking one" I said as I touched up my lipstick.

"Bitch exactly, fuck that man and his down unda bitch. Let's go get this money from these tricks and get the fuck out of here. I swear nigga's love leaning on the crazy card, but she isn't crazy if you made her that way!". She turned off the driveway and pulled into visitor's parking.

She flipped down the mirror and fixed her make-up, then grabbed her purse from the backseat.

"Pimps are all the same, every single one of them. We don't need them, they need us, but got bitches thinking it's the other way around. That's the fucked up part" she turned off the car.

I took one long good look at myself before I exited the car, he definitely got the wrong one. Over a year i've been with this man, merged my life with his. Let him direct and guide me, and to where? Another bitches face? What part of the game is this? If you guys want to build a little empire and shit, do that but without me, I'm nobody's number 2.

We walked up the steps and into Caesar's, the lobby was beautiful and grande. We made our way through a hallway that led us into the casino. Our tricks were standing behind security by the refreshment stands. We showed our ID's and walked over to greet them.

"Hello bella", the short one said as he kissed French's cheek.

"Hiii baby, did you miss me? I'm sorry I took so long. My love, Royaal forgot to bring her ID. But we're so pretty, he let us in with her health card", French said without missing a beat. In such a short period of time I felt hella lucky to have her here.

"Where are my manners, gentlemen this is Royaal, with two a's. Introduce yourselves" she said.

"Hello Royaal, my name's Mike, you're very pretty. Wow! You look like you're goodluck" he said, as he gently grabbed my waist.

"Absolutely, four leaf clover aint got nothing on me baby. And what's your name sorry?" I asked looking at French's guest.

"You can call me Mr. Moneyman, that's what French calls me. Do you speak french too?", he responded.

"No unfortunately, the only other language I know is fellatio.", I said whilst grazing my hand across Mike's dick.

They laughed, "I like her", said Mike.

"You'll like her a lot more when she wins you some money. Let's go boys, i'm ready to gamble!", French said as she walked away towards the tables.

With all the commotion, I had totally forgotten to actually hit up Pablo. I pulled out my phone to see three imessages and 1 missed call; I opened the messages.

"Yooo pretty, did you reach?", second message "??????????", third message "Yo I called you, call me back.". I had to figure out a way to call him back, without letting him know I was not at the house. But I also couldn't let the tricks know I was calling my pimp.

I walked over and locked arms with French as she walked towards the blackjack table.

"I have to call Pablo, he called and texted me, I forgot to text him. I'm going to run to the washroom quick. I'll meet you guys at the blackjack table." I whispered to her.

"Fuck I totally forgot you had to do that, aight", she said.

I turned and faced the men, "I'm going to run to the washroom quick and pee, this is why I leave the drinking to the professionals. I'll meet you guys at the blackjack table. I mean start without me if you have to, but I wouldn't if I was you." I winked and ran off to the washroom.

I went into the last stall, the time was 3:32am. I gathered together my thoughts before pressing call on my phone. I was going to say we're in the washroom, smoking and shit and my phone was in the room charging. If anyone comes in, I can play it off like it's a girl in the house. I already counted, I made $1040 after I paid my floor and dj fee, I was ready to call.

"Hello?" I said timidly, I was trying to disguise the hate in my voice.

"Yo, what happened to you?" he asked sternly but I could hear the concern in his tone.

"I'm sorry baby, I was smoking with French, we got caught up and my phones in the room charging. She just left to go to sleep, you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was just checking on you, you had me worried. But as long as you're good though, you had a good night?".

It's crazy the way the very thing that you use to love so much, can make you sick to your stomach. I wasn't charmed by his voice anymore, it didn't sound like mahogany. Now it just sounded like an overbearing fuckboy, I took a second before I answered.

"Aww yeah baby my bad, I actually have someone else to smoke with so i'm taking advantage" I laughed, "I had a good night though, a nice 1040 piece".

"See that's how I know you're high, cause you should've texted me that" he laughed. "Go to bed man, no more smoking, hit me up when you wake up, we'll get breakfast. I blu you" he said.

"Shut up" I chuckled, "aight I will, I blu you too, later", I faked laughed. As soon as I hung up, I stopped laughing. Cause ain't shit funny with this nigga, except this nigga.

I quickly checked my make-up and appearance in the mirror before leaving the washroom. They were all sitting at the blackjack table, laughing and carrying on as I walked over.

"I know you guys missed me, especially since you started without me. But that's okay, I bet you can make up for it", I said as I walked over to Mike and sat down beside him.

"Oh yes, I missed you for sure, don't leave me again okay?" Mike said back jokingly.

"Oh, i'll never leave you baby, don't you worry" I said back.

"Okay lovebirds, are we gambling or reenacting the notebook?" French teased.

"I think your friend has a little gambling problem, uh bella", Mr. Moneyman said to me. "She got the gambling bug", he laughed.

"Hey, just cause i'm better than you doesn't mean i'm addicted baby. Don't be a sexist hater now daddy." She teased, as she secretly grabbed on his dick under the table.

"Who's the lovebirds now?" I joked.

"It's a love hate relationship with me and Mr. Moneyman, I'm the one he hates that he loves. And he just can't get enough, hein papi, tu detestes que tu m'aimes tellement" she said.

"Don't tease me if you're not going to spend the night" he said in a funny yet serious tone.

"I told you baby, we can't tonight. I got to get my good sis back after we're done here" she glanced over at me to gauge my tone.

"What's the price?", Mike whispered in my ear.

"Huh?" I asked confused, not knowing exactly what he was referring too.

"I guess you'll discuss it amongst yourselves", she chuckled and started flirting with Mr. Moneyman.

"What is your hourly rate, you don't have to stay the whole night. I'll cover you for every hour you stay. We can stay down here the whole night if you want" he said in my ear again.

"Ohhh, that's what you meant, I thought you were referring to the table or something", I said coyly. "$300, down here only".

"Okay, well if you ladies do want to rest or anything, you're welcome to our suite and to stay as long as you'd like" he said to us.

"Royaal, what do you want to do? You down to stay longer?" French asked me, with no pressure at all.

"Fuck it, viva la vida or whatever, order some drinks bitchhhh. Let's get this party started!".