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Eva went on to explain how she started hooking.
“I sold all my valuables just to have a little money to carry me those three months when I lived in that shelter. When that money started to run out, I did what I knew to do. You see, I grew up in the hood, sis. I already knew how to get a come-up quickly, so I bought some condoms and some bus passes. I felt like my body already held no value and since they had already broken me in, I gave in to all the thoughts in my head telling me my people was right and I would never be anybody special. I believed I was just like my momma and that’s why I used my body to make money the way men and women had been doing since the beginning of time. I decided I would rather sell my body than live in a shelter or be anything where near my folks.”
“I went to some decent-looking neighborhoods and just walked around. At first, I reconsidered what I was doing, but it never ceased to amaze me how many guys stopped that first day asking me if I needed a ride,” she explained to Brea.
“They didn’t want to give me a fuckin ride, they wanted to ride me,” Eva stated as a matter of fact.
“From that day on, I never made less than $600 a week and I was dressed like an everyday average female. I didn’t wear anything that announced I was a prostitute. I only ever walked looking straight ahead trying to mind my own damn business. Nasty fuckers will always try to get some ass. They don’t fuckin care what you look like.”
“I was saving every single dime by eating just enough to have the energy I needed to work while living in different cheap motels, I saved enough money in no time to eventually get an apartment. I hated to be touched by anybody in my home because I was out in those damn streets fuckin every damn day. I hated every motherfucker who looked at me. It was that hate that gave me the drive I needed to put together a masterplan. At the end of two years, I had saved over $300,000.” Disclosing that information, Brea’s eyes grew to the size of saucers hearing how much money Eva had saved from working the streets.
“I know that’s hard to believe. If another bitch came and told me that shit early on, I would tell her to get her lying ass out of my face before she got fucked up. But I challenge you. Do the math, Baby girl. I can guarantee you it is so fucking doable. A hoe gotta be smart and determined not to be fucked over by anybody. Look at this piece of paper.” Eva handed Brae a statement. As she read it, the blank glare on her face screamed that she was completely lost, so Eva broke it down to her.
“I told you to go to school for a reason. You should never trust others to tell you about your money. If you save money, you need to know where every penny is going. Ya, feel me?” She stared at Brea seriously.
“I catch what you saying, E.” Brea shook her head in acknowledgment.
“This statement says you have invested $26,845.12. As of last Friday, when they sent this statement to you, you made another $6,024.00 on top of your investment. You now have a total of $32,869.12. You’ve only been investing your money for a year. You can take this money out at any time. This is not my money. I can’t take it out for you. The reason I helped you get all of your papers straight is so you can get to the same level as me. It’s up to you what you do with your money. When I first realized that my body was sold for $2000 for just three hours, I was horrified. It felt like an eternity. I honestly thought I was gonna die after what they put me through.” She stopped to let what was said settle in.
“One day it hit me that no matter how bad that experience was, I’m still alive. I can sell my own body, but control the situation and the amount of money I make. I know other people will call me crazy but one day, I will be one Crazy Rich Motherfuckin Bad Bitch. Do you hear me? I worked five days a week for one hundred and four weeks and made no less than $600 dollars a day and there were days when I made more. Sweetie, that is $312,000.00 cash money tax-free. That’s MY MONEY and I made it selling MY ASS my damn self. I suffered and not one stupid bastard has the right to pass judgment on me. Those dudes who raped me tried to destroy me and I nearly killed myself after all of that mess. Now, I can probably buy their asses if I want to. I’ve imagined snatching that bitch who set me up and having him killed, but I let that anger and what I learned in school fuel my goals to make my money,” Eva pressed her message.
“I’ve invested most of it and I can guarantee that my life will change soon. If you still need proof, my proof is this four-bedroom three-bath home with its four-car closed-in garage, and the two-acre backyard that has security cameras and fences enclosing the perimeter. I got this house at an auction for $50,000 even though it was appraised at $250,000. I bought my 2017 Lexus GX and DECO Chrome Rims with Inserts Wheels by Lexani Artis at $55,000 for the SUV and $10,000 for the rims.” Her mentee sat with her hands over her mouth as Eva explained to her what she had accomplished.
“The money I have made was what gave me with the funds to pay Pablo so he would let you go. The reason I have this house, my SUV, a grip in the bank, and a stock-rich financial portfolio, is because I have learned how to handle myself and my money. You can do the same thing. Just listen to me. Can’t you tell how I can adapt to any situation? I’m street when I need to be street. Docile when I need to be kitty-kat soft and a financial monster when I need to increase my wealth. Follow my lead. Hell, If you want, I can help you find a nice Sugar Daddy and you can get out of this shit altogether. Believe me, I want you to be happy. I’m gettin out of this game real soon and you can do the same. We don’t have to hoes forever,” Eva continued to schooling her young prodigy.
Brea sat listening to all she had been told with a dumbfounded look on her face. She realized Eva was a fucking Beast. She was one of the richest people Brea had ever personally known. She only met with high-dollar clients. The only guys she would allow to touch her were rich motherfuckers.
Since Brea moved into Eva’s house, she only saw her work maybe three days a week. She was with Eva when she danced at a club one night and witnessed why she was so successful. That bitch had a twerk routine that was on some other world shit. For a big bitch, she did the splits and twerked her phat ass in a way that made every man, woman, and even some gay motherfuckers lust over her like they would fuck her right there in the club. Eva was a badass dark-skinned hoe who knew how to work her jelly. Brea watched her compete in several dance competitions where she was twerkin and pussy poppin in a way that let everybody know her shit was top shelf.
When she wasn’t shakin that ass or breaking nasty bastards down like a fraction in bed, the rest of Eva’s time was spent reading and exercising just enough to keep her stomach small and her legs toned for a big girl. A blind man could see that everything Eva touched turned into gold, but none of that compared to the game Brea had just been let in on.
In order to reach the level where Eva was, Brea knew it was time to step it up.
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Eva was a different kinda female.
Sometimes she just walked down the stroll and ignored the fuck out of the suckers catcalling trying to get her attention. Brea saw dollars in every car that stopped because she wasn’t picky at all; she just wanted to make her money.
But Eva told her that she would become top-shelf. Not everybody could afford her. Brea needed that kind of encouragement, so she wouldn’t hook with fools.
“Sweetie, remember one thing. Guys with money want what other men can’t have. They won’t fuck behind losers. Always look for a big fish. When men with money see another baller enjoying your company, their dicks get hard. No real man wants what any loser can have. You have to believe you are Top-Shelf. I work three days a week and I make at least $5,000 a pop. I only fuck whales and sharks. I don’t fuck guppies. Do you understand Chiquita?”
Brea shook her head signaling she understood.
“You need to get your gear and your mentality together. Your gear is simple. CDGHW. Clothes. Diet. Grooming. House. Whip. When you get these things together, whales and sharks will be circling you. Until you get there, we need to find you a few wanna-be whales,” Eva stated it as fact.
“What is the difference between a wanna-be whale and a whale?” Brea asked not knowing what the hell her mentor was talking about.
“A wanna-be whale is a guy that’s making that paper. He may have a few hundred thousand behind his name. A whale is a guy that has some real money. A whale is worth millions. A shark is a Don. He is fucking royalty. A shark is worth billions,” she shot her a knowing smile.
Brea realized what Eva was saying. To help her get her shit together, Eva was pointing out the types of friends the younger woman should be making. Listening to Eva would direct her to a friend to keep her financially secure for a long time.
“Just remember. Even though you want to keep a wealthy friend next to you, always save and prepare yourself in case you need to drop his ass like a hot rock and strike out on your own. As long as you have your own money, you call the shots.”
Damn, this girl’s game was always on Beast Mode. Brea thought to herself.
Walking down the street chilling with her friend, Brea’s mind fixated on what it would take to move up to the next level. Brea admired the shit out of Eva because she was like a fine-ass evil genius.
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