Man with Black Frame Glasses

The Pimp

Next thing you know I hear “stand up and let me look at you,” TJ said to me as my dumb ass stood up so he could look at me. I thought that was his way of flirting with me. I sat back down. Then he asked if I could dance.

 

The Pimp

“Stand up and let me look at you,” TJ said to me as my dumb ass stood up so he could look at me.


 I met TJ at an upscale bar last month, no I won’t name the bar. I was sitting there sipping on my glass of Napa Valley Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon. Some old school came on in the background and I started to nod my head to the beat. That’s when TJ walked up. He had on a dark blue Armani suit looking sharper than ever. 


He sat on the seat next to me and ordered Henny and coke. I love me a man that can drink, cause Lord knows I love my wine. 


I could feel him looking at me. I continued as I was. About 10 minutes later he finally said a cheesy line but it was cute, so I entertained it. But that night, after three glasses of wine, I decided it was time for me to go before I did something I would regret. I gave him my number, of course, I felt like he deserved it.

He walked me to my car and hugged me. The hug was so intimate and felt special. Granted, he wasn’t the best kisser… but then he began to kiss me on my neck. I didn’t stop him, it felt good. Would you?

At 2 AM I received a text from him asking if I made it home okay. After that, I didn’t hear from him for three days. It was fine with me because I’m a busy gal and I don’t like when guys sweat me too much. 


On day four he asked me to come to hang out. He cooked and the food was impeccable. He made one of my favorites, Chicken Parmesan. My favorite wine was presented, as well. But don’t get it twisted… he didn’t get any of this. Cute gesture, wrong woman. 


After he cleared our plate settings, he sat back at the dinner table and we began to talk. He was peculiar and I was interested. I asked him any and every question I could think of. He answered with complete honesty.


Next thing you know I hear “stand up and let me look at you,” TJ said to me as my dumb ass stood up so he could look at me. I thought that was his way of flirting with me. I sat back down. Then he asked if I could dance. 


“Boy you must not know where I’m from,” I said to him without breaking eye contact. “Well, where are you from Miss Jackson?” “I'll answer that if you tell me what is it that you do for a living,” I shot back at him in a childlike manner. 


“What do you do? I can tell by the car you drive that it ain't much,” TJ said to me.


PAUSE

(When I tell y’all I was two seconds from walking out of this man's house) 

But when he saw the seriousness in my face and my altered body language, I guess he decided to act accordingly. 


“I didn’t mean it like that, what I mean is you could be out here making $2,500 a day, A DAY,” he emphasized. Instead, you’re making like what?”

“That's none of your business,” I said in an embarrassed tone. 


I was curious once I heard the numbers and did the math in my head. ‘Okay, $2500 x 5 days a week= $12,500’ 

“YOU MAKE 12,500 A WEEK??,” I yelled at him. 


He calmly responded with a slight laugh, “I don’t, but my girls do.” 

“Your girls?”

“Yes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know what an escort is?”

“Yes...”

“Well, they report back to me.”

“I'm confused”

“I set them up with clients, they have sex with them for about $800, and if they’re lucky and good at what they do it could be $1,000.”

“Wait, I thought escorts just escorted people?”

“They do, then they have sex most of the times. Anyways you ever thought about it?”


That was my cue to go. I couldn’t take it. After every platonic conversation, we were having it kept coming back to him questioning why don’t I want to be an escort. I told him that "that" life wasn’t in me. Hell, at least I make an honest living.


After this, he walked me to my car. 


Long story short, this man was trying to recruit me to his team of possible prostitutes! Be safe out there y’all. 

 
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