Chapter Three
SIA
Stroking my wet pussy on live, I had time to spare before it was time to go to the album release party with Nya.
I was so close to my goal of hitting a million dollars on stream.
You could never make me feel bad for showing my bare pussy and ass online.
Niggas and bitches for that matter loved this shit.
Amongst After Dark, I had another account on this website called Finger Licker.
Beneath the fine lines of an IP address were a lot of perverted-ass niggas—cops, lawyers, judges, rappers—niggas with money, ready to spend it.
I got crazy requests to send a nigga my period panties, feet pictures and pictures of my hairy pussy.
Some of the requests were too filthy to fulfill.
Once a nigga asked me to fart in a cup, seal it and send it to him.
On After Dark, they had a streaming service that allowed people to pay upon entry, and they could send money. Streaming was rare for me, because I made more money from subscriptions and personal videos, but I was in the mood to fuck around before I had to get ready.
My camera was centered on my pussy, keeping my face out the view, as I fingered my pussy hard, hard enough to cause juices and cream to squirt from my pussy and down my fingers.
I'd cum again for the second time, releasing so much pressure and also losing strength.
I'd need a few hours to recoup, but I was okay with that.
Licking my fingers as my pussy continued to squirt, I smeared the white thick loads of my creamy cum with my other finger while slurping my squirt off my free hand until it was licked clean.
I always said, my pussy taste good and if a nigga said otherwise, my great grandma would be turning over in her grave.
I'm one of the people who believes that good pussy is passed down.
So, if you've ever been told that you have bad pussy, blame the long line of women before you.
Climbing down from an exhilarating high, I read a few comments.
"I'll never understand how an old hoe like you can keep doing this."
That comment stood amongst the rest of them, making me twitch.
"Just like you're commenting from a fake page is why I keep doing it. You ain't bold enough to reveal yourself and say it. You paid money to talk to me, boo. You better hope you can keep your food stamps and Medicaid, low-class ass hoe!" I snapped and ended the live.
It took a few minutes to get myself together and I used every bit of it. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a bitch whose daddy or husband had gotten caught up commenting that. Women are wired weird and that's why I don't fuck with nobody besides Nya.
I've tried the whole friendship thing but women only want to become my friend to bump coochies or elbows with me, as if I have connects like that.
I don't flaunt my money online, I let my lifestyle do the talking and it's easy for people to pick up on it and have their hands out as if I have a How To guide book.
After Dark is nothing but a hustle, that I'm good at.
I can trick a nigga out of so much money because of my vicious word play.
That's the trick. You have to look like niggas spend money on you, in order to get niggas to spend money on you.
A nigga ain't going to approach you in some Hello Kitty pajamas and a bonnet.
Everywhere I go, I'm dripping in fine shit, as if I'm the baddest bitch in the room.
I go to Target, Best Buy, Alo, Lululemon—anywhere, looking pretty as hell and most of the time, it's not me wearing designer.
I've simply became my dream woman by customizing my life that meets my standards.
I keep up on my girl maintenance by waxing regularly, keeping nails, feet and hair done—because I believe that when you look good you feel good.
A hating-ass hoe could never make me feel bad if a nigga want to spend his money on me!
I ain't never fucked with a nigga who ain't got no money!
Also, playing with my pussy is how I keep my mortgage paid.
It's how I was able to buy that Mercedes-Benz AMG GLE with red seats, off the showroom floor, in cash.
I believe in myself and I thank God every night and I'm highly fucking protected.
After getting myself together, I sanitized everything down and prepared for a night out in the town.
Finally, Nya and I were going to see KC, a famous rapper from Memphis.
After touring heavy and touching down in his hometown, we had to secure tickets to see him.
I love seeing Memphis rappers win—people from Memphis period!
Only because they look down on us so much for our country grammar, poor environments and circumstances.
Our talent here is so raw and unmatched.
We wanted to secure tickets in Atlanta but he was having some heavy hitters on stage with him tonight—Big Boogie, Glorilla, MoneyBagg Yo, and Pooh Shiesty, we couldn't miss that. Plus, I was able to get us backstage passes and a VIP seat with front row tickets, so tonight was going to be epic.
Just as I finished sanitizing everything down, I heard a low chime throughout my home. Trotting to the blinds in my room, I saw Nya's jeep parked in my driveway. Before I had time to wrap a towel around myself, she rang the doorbell again once more, making me sprint to the door.
My hand swatted from the many locks, reaching the final deadbolt lock, I clutched the towel harder around my body so it wouldn't fall before opening the door, stepping slightly to the side to let her in.
"Why do you have to constantly ring my doorbell when you have a key?" I scoffed, looking at the Louis Vuitton Neverfull bag draped across her shoulder. "Times when you need to use my key, you don't."
"I drove my jeep today and I didn't put it on that key ring. You just got out of the shower?"
"No, but I'm about to get in it though," I responded after closing and locking the door after her. "Do you have my curlers?" I wasted no time asking her ass. I swear Nya had the mind of a toddler, but if her ass didn't bring them, I'd make her haul ass to get them.
"I got them. You ain't got to act like that! What time is the black car coming to get us? I want to make sure you have enough time to do my makeup," she asked.
"We have time."
"Good. Talia canceled my makeup appointment," she scoffed, as she trotted behind me.
"Can you believe that shit? I booked my shit months in advance because I knew the release was coming up.
She hit me with a 'hey boo' text this morning, then had the nerve to offer me a freebie next month.
Hoe I ain't gon' need it next month!" She snapped, getting a giggle out of me.
"You don't push your loyal clients back.
I been going to that hoe when she used to have me looking like a clown in the face!
All because she double booked. That ain't my problem. "
"That's why you need to learn how to do your own shit!" I pointed out as I sauntered inside my closet to pick out the dress and heels I was wearing tonight. Nya tossed her bag on the floor before taking a seat in a nearby lounge chair in the corner of my room.
"Bitch all I know how to do is hair. I been up since 3 am," she yawned.
"You need to get a nap in, because auntie plan on being out and grown for a while," I grinned, looking over at her.
"I need to, but I'll be okay. All I need is a booster shot to get me right," she yawned again once more. A booster shot was clear liquor chased by some Red Bull.
Stripping naked, I sauntered inside my bathroom, tossed the towel in the trash then turned the shower water on and took care of my hygiene.
Since Nya wanted her makeup done, I did my skincare routine before brushing my teeth and slid on my robe, so I wouldn't mess up my outfit from doing her makeup.
When I trotted inside the bedroom, she was knocked out cold with her mouth open, snoring louder than the volume on the television.
Leaving her be for a minute, I went inside the kitchen to whip something up, so we wouldn't be pregaming on empty stomachs.
I hooked up a quick chicken bacon ranch flatbread pizza, then prepared our drinks with my Bartesian, along with some soft serve margaritas.
Between the two of us, Nya likes hard drinks, but I prefer a cute mixed drink that won't make my chest burn going down.
Aside from making pussy plays, I'm really good at cooking and making drinks.
When everything was plated and pretty to my liking, I took a few snapshots and posted them on my various social media sites.
Nya would always try to push me to make food content too, along with A Day In My Life, but I wasn't that interested to the point where people would want to see me, so I downplayed that type of content for a while before swallowing the courage to make content-worthy posts and the girls were eating it up and loving it.
"Wake up sleepy head," I nudged her, making her stir awake.
She darted her eyes open, doing that thing when people look around the room, like they have no idea where they are, before settling into the environment. Rubbing her gray eyes, they settled on me after she darted them open again once more.
"I didn't even mean to fall asleep," she stated.
"I cooked us something to eat and made us some drinks," I mentioned.
"I smell it. It smells good."
"C'mon so I can do your makeup and stuff."
We sat on my island chairs and stuffed our faces. I would've thought Nya hadn't eaten anything at all today the way she kept moaning in my damn ear and gulping her drink.
"How'd you feel if I left you hanging tonight?" She mentioned, making me roll my eyes.
"I wouldn't give a fuck either way, Nya, you do this shit all the time," I retorted, gulping down the last bit of my peach bellini after biting into more pizza.
She scoffed, like I was lying on her. "No I do not!"