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The Memoirs of Miss Bunny Saint James - The Madam Prodigy
von: Howard Ingram
How Productions, 2016
ISBN: 9780996796897 , 390 Seiten
Format: ePUB
Kopierschutz: DRM
Preis: 11,89 EUR
CHAPTER ONE
September 1986
“Bitch, where is my money?” Naeem asked while slapping the young girl twice across the face.
“That ho’ was down the valley turning tricks all night. She’s got more than some lousy ass hundred dollars,” Aaliyah spat. She walked over to where Naeem stood and placed her hand on his shoulder as she looked on in glee of what to come.
“I’m telling you the truth, Daddy,” April pleaded. “This was all I made.” Of course she was lying, but she knew that if she told the truth she would have to endure an even harsher consequence later on.
“So you are calling my woman a liar?” Naeem asked, still gripping the prostitute by the spaghetti straps of her top. His biceps bulged through his navy blue shirt while he waited for a response. The young girl peered past him toward Aaliyah who was glaring back at her with squinted eyes.
“Yes,” she said firmly before she felt the fiery impact of Naeem’s open palm meeting her face once more. She instantly collapsed to the ground, hitting her head on the mahogany floor.
“Get this bitch outta’ my sight!” Naeem spat as he looked down at her with disgust. He knew she was lying and just the sight of her made him want to continue his physical assault. For that, he had good reason. This wasn’t the first time she robbed him of his cut and he was getting fed up with his drug-addicted employee.
Before she could mutter a word in protest, two of Naeem’s other prostitutes scrambled to the center of the floor, picked her up, and carried her out of the room.
Naeem was the founder of a very well known prostitution ring. When he was just nineteen, he began expanding his small business throughout the various counties in Nevada. A natural born leader with the innate abilities to direct and manage, he became a successful businessman without the backing of a college degree. As a child, he always had an infatuation with women, and his abusive father’s relationship with his low self-esteem mother only piqued his curiosity. He began studying the psychology of females, wondering what mental state would inhibit a woman to concede to repeated abuse that did nothing but degrade her self-worth. Naeem noticed every time his father would abuse and defile his mother and then return home in a day or two with gifts of forgiveness. With each broken promise, the abusive cycle continued. He didn’t quite understand the logic that sustained his parents’ relationship until he was older. He once asked his father why he continued to abuse his mother just to apologize and shower her with gifts. His father told him without any hesitation, “Because pussy that good comes with a price and I’m getting free of charge…” With those words imprinted in his mind, his opinion of the oppressed gender began to change. He started to view them as market value more than anything else. His own mother didn’t even realize the power she possessed, and her naivety was something Naeem intended to exploit with every woman he encountered.
He launched his small business with only three girls. They went from tricking hard in the streets to escorting in expensive suites, and eleven years later he had managed to grow an empire – owning two bars, a strip club and becoming the founder of the most exclusive escort service in Nye County, Nevada, the Pussy Posse. A true entrepreneur, Naeem grew his company from the ground up, and he handled it with an iron fist that made him stand out from amongst the rest. He treated everyone that worked for him as an equal partner rather than a hooker or a whore. However, once someone got on his bad side, they were introduced to the wrath of his temper.
Everyone left out the room with the exception of Aaliyah. She turned and stood directly in front of him before planting a kiss on his cheek.
“You okay, baby?” she asked.
Her loyalty was motivated by the power Naeem had given her. She was the matriarch of the Pussy Posse and the most-feared one. Those who chose to cross her greatly regretted their decision after encountering her violent temper and conniving vengeance.
“Yeah, everything is cool. I need for you to keep an eye on the girls down in the valley,” Naeem instructed, thinking of one girl in particular.
“No problem, Daddy.”
Aaliyah was unabashedly obedient to Naeem. Their relationship went all the way back to their childhood. Naeem watched Aaliyah blossom into a beautiful woman, and he married her as soon as he could. Even though he was a pimp and she was his top trick, the business never tainted their relationship. He viewed her as an asset to his empire: she brought in the highest paid clients and only prostituted herself when Naeem gave a direct order. Lately, she had been serving as just an overseer to the girls while she balanced being a mother to their ten-year-old son. Sometimes she felt like a single parent because Naeem was occupied with operating and expanding the family business.
“Where’s the kid?” Naeem asked.
“He’s with Ginger down the hall.” Naeem’s dark eyes questioned Aaliyah, so she explained, “I sent him there to do his homework while you handled the girls.”
“Go get him,” Naeem ordered before Aaliyah disappeared from the room.
***
Ginger sashayed across the room as her red hair bounced with every step. She took a seat in front of her vanity and began applying more lipstick to her naturally ruby red lips. Ali sat at the desk across the room admiring her instead of doing his homework. He had known Ginger all his life and admired her beauty – from her alluring red curls, the seductive glow of her green eyes, her ivory skin, to her long, feminine nails and her elongated neck. She was perfection. She was Ginger Spice. Although he was only ten, Ali knew that something was not quite right with Ginger’s anatomy. She was the tallest of the girls in the house and with a deep, masculine voice and a domineering personality, Ginger easily stood out in a crowd. Indeed she was a transsexual woman, but most referred to her as a fem queen within the LGBTQ community. Still, that was a fact that Ali’s young mind did not comprehend.
“So are you going to tell Auntie Gin what you are doing over there?” Ginger asked looking at Ali through the reflection of her mirror.
“Nothing. I’m supposed to be doing my homework, but what’s the point?” Ali said throwing his pencil down on the desk.
“What’s the point? Having an education is the point, silly boy. What would make you say that?”
“I already know I’m going to be a pimp when I get older like father, so what’s the point?” Ali repeated knowing the fate that his father had determined for him.
Ginger turned around and walked over to Ali. She bent down so that they were face to face.
“Now, to be a man like your father, you will need an education and so much more. It takes every life lesson for you to run an empire, even those in a textbook.”
“I’ll just get a pretty girl like you to run it for me, Auntie Gin,” Ali giggled.
“Pretty girl like me, huh?” Ginger laughed while raising her eyebrows. “Auntie Gin is one of a kind baby,” she said this time deepening her voice.
Ali’s eyes widened with shock at the transformation in Ginger’s voice. Before he could extend his reaction, his mother entered into the room, commanding his attention and taking his mind off of Ginger’s latest magic trick. He admired his mother’s robust attitude. Her beauty was impeccable as she was the perfect blend of Nigerian and Native American descent. She was a black goddess with rich chocolate skin and slanted brown eyes that illuminated her high cheekbones and full lips.
Unlike his father, Ali looked at women differently. He didn’t see them as market value but more as beautiful creatures of the earth. Their anatomy and personality captivated him in a way that made him want to know everything about women. Although he was raised in a whorehouse, powerful women surrounded him, like his mother and his Aunt Ginger, and this gave him a respect for females that his own father lacked.
“Ali, come with me. Your father wants to speak with you.”
“What I do?” Ali questioned, figuring he must be in some type of trouble. Recently his father had been scolding him over the slightest mistakes.
“Just come with me,” Aaliyah demanded. She looked over towards Ginger before nodding her head in agreement for their plans for later before leaving out Ginger’s suite. Ali stood up and followed his mother down the hall back to Naeem’s office.
Naeem smiled when he heard Aaliyah and Ali entering the room. Looking at his son, he was reminded of his goal of making Ali his...
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